Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess novel Chapter 39

When he was shocked and angry, he saw Yuan Qingling raising a razor. He asked angrily, "What do you want to do?"

"Shave your public hairs. How can I disinfect it and heal you without shave?" Yuan Qingling patted his leg and said, "Separate."

Yu Wenhao only felt that all the blood in his body was rushing to his head. His ears buzzed and were about to explode.

Hearing the sound of a razor cutting through his skin, the furry things fell down and swept across his thighs. Every touch felt like humiliation.

In fact, Yuan Qingling was also very helpless.

Was she willing to watch it? Was she willing to shave his public hair? Was she willing to treat the wounds there for him?

But if he was infected and died, she would not be able to account to the Retired Emperor or herself.

But he deserved it.

It was very lucky that the wound was not at the major artery of his thigh but beside it. The wound was very deep. She didn't know how he stop the bleeding by himself, maybe used some styptic powder because there was sticky powder next to it.

Moreover, if the wound moved a little to the middle, his dick would definitely chop off.

What a perfect thing if it was chopped off! It was the root of all evil.

As she thought about this, she secretly looked up at Yu Wenhao.

Yu Wenhao threw a punch at her, and Yuan Qingling quickly retracted her head. At a glance, she saw that his face reddened all over.

"It still needs sewing!" Yuan Qingling said seriously after she finished the disinfection.

"No!" Yu Wenhao refused and slowly closed his legs together, but Yuan Qingling had already blocked him with her hands, preventing him from closing his legs.

Yu Wenhao felt that his hair was standing on end, and he was burning with anger.

"All right then!" Yuan Qingling picked up the medicine chest, found the anesthesia and said, "I'll apply some medicine to stop the bleeding, so that the wound can heal as soon as possible."

"Be quick!" Yu Wenhao glared at her.

After applying the medicine, Yuan Qingling raised her head and asked, "Do you feel that the wound doesn't hurt anymore?"

Yu Wenhao felt a little relieved, but he did not want to admit it. He said stubbornly, "Who says it doesn't hurt? Do you think your medicine is so magical?"

Knowing that he was stubborn, Yuan Qingling ignored him, took out stitches and said, "The anesthesia has been applied. I'm going to sew up."

"Yuan Qingling!" Yu Wenhao roared. How dare this ugly woman lie to him?

It was so painful that he almost bit his teeth into pieces when she sewed up his wound last time. This time, the wound is at the most sensitive part of his body！Did she want to kill him?

"Well, well, no sew up, just cut off the pus, Ok?" Yuan Qingling said...

Only then did Yu Wenhao stop his anger. He watched her lower her head and thought that if he felt any pain, he would kick her.

In fact, Yuan Qingling was sewing.

After applying the anesthetic, it could be completed before the anesthesia lost efficacy.

The door was pushed open with a bang.

Xu Yi walked rushed in.

When the curtain was lifted and he glanced over, his whole body froze, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Lord Tang said that the prince needed someone to take care of him at night, so he came over to keep watch. He wanted to report first, and then he saw the princess put her head under the prince's legs.

"Get lost!" Yu Wenhao also seemed to have been frozen. It took him a few seconds to fly into a rage.

Xu Yi ran out as if he had seen a ghost. After a while, he ran back and closed the door.

No one could hear the crazy cries in his heart. That woman had taken advantage of the prince's injury to tease him.

Yuan Qingling was the most calm.

After sewing the wounds, she said, "It's done."

"Is it done?" She put stitches into his wound again!

Yu Wenhao lowered his hands feebly and did not want to say any words.