CHAPTER 222: CHAPTER 219: AUNT, WHICH NUMBER DO YOU WANT TO EAT?

Since it’s the Imperial Physician, it must be credible.

After listening, Liang Zhi cursed, "That Xu guy definitely wants Zhe Yu dead. Once Zhe Yu is dead, Princess Rong and Mrs. Zhang will become sworn enemies."

"That’s why Zhe Yu can’t die," Fu Zhen said, furrowing her eyebrows tightly. She asked again, "Is he still not awake?"

"He keeps falling in and out of consciousness, he’s wasted away."

"Hasn’t Princess Rong sent another Imperial Physician?"

"What’s the use? Such a severe injury is not going to heal overnight. Besides, if Xu Yin really wants him dead, he’s surely done something behind the scenes. No matter how hard the Imperial Physicians try, if the people around aren’t reliable, it’s all in vain."

Fu Zhen remained silent, holding her breath.

She actually didn’t want Princess Rong and her daughter-in-law to be at each other’s throats, because that would fulfill Xu Yin’s desires. She never wanted Xu Yin’s wishes to come true.

And if Zhe Yu died, who really harmed him? He would never know.

Therefore, at present, rather than thinking of how to warn He Huan, Zhe Yu’s illness was more urgent.

Liang Cheng and the others still had to go to the Capital Camp, and after a brief chat, they left.

Pei Zhan began to walk to the study, and Fu Zhen followed him.

"There used to be an old military doctor in the northwest, named Lu Baiyi. His family has been practicing medicine for generations, and he’s an expert in treating wounds, but he returned to his ancestral home in Luoyang seven or eight years ago. Can you help me find him in Luoyang? I want him to treat Zhe Yu."

Pei Zhan strolled along the corridor: "How do you know a military doctor from the northwest?"

"I heard about it from Mrs. Liang," Fu Zhen lied easily. "I heard this person is very famous, many generals were treated by him."

Pei Zhan glanced at her. "Mrs. Liang hasn’t returned to the northwest for many years, how would she know so clearly?"

"She must have heard it from the Great General." Fu Zhen didn’t want to get entangled with this topic, as the more lies one tells, the easier they are exposed. "Just tell me, will you help?"

Pei Zhan stepped into the study, sat down behind the desk, and raised his right hand repeatedly to examine it: "I can help, but you must wait until I finish applying my medicine."

Fu Zhen’s gaze fell on his hand, then moved back up to lock onto his face: "What do you mean?"

Pei Zhan rested his elbow on the desk, leaning forward slightly: "It means if someone is willing to help me apply the medicine, then I can issue orders a bit faster."

Fu Zhen sneered coldly: "Then you just wait!"

After speaking, she turned and crossed the threshold.

What a dog of a man!

Why apply medicine when not injured?

Daring to deliberately make things difficult for her!

Does he really think she has no other way?

She’ll call Zhang Cheng to assist him!

Fu Zhen stomped out of the courtyard.

Passing by the small garden, she caught sight of Pei Yu and Mrs. Pei ahead.

The couple was sitting under a tree, sipping tea and chatting. Mrs. Pei was animated and expressive, while Pei Yu gazed at her as if admiring a piece of artwork.

Fu Zhen paused and glanced at them, then turned and ran back to Pei Zhan’s study.

Pei Zhan stood near the curtains, his back to the door, seemingly busy with something.

Fu Zhen approached and, standing on her tiptoes, peeked over to see he was genuinely applying medicine...

She reached out and grabbed his wrist, noting a bruise at the knuckle of his right hand.

Did he really have to act so convincingly?!

Fu Zhen glanced at him, pressed her thumb gently on the bruise.

She felt his arm muscles tense up!

"You’re really hurt?"

Beneath the bruise, it was indeed swollen...

"How could this happen? How could you get hurt like this?"

"Even with a hard fist, I can’t withstand accidents." Pei Zhan continued applying the ointment to his wound, slightly irritated. "A punch landed on his waist’s jade pendant—shattered the jade."

Fu Zhen immediately felt a bit guilty for having misunderstood him just now.

She softened her voice: "Why didn’t you say something sooner? You made me misunderstand you."

As she spoke, she took the ointment with her right hand, held his hand with her left, and began to apply the medicine for him.

It was just the size of a Copper Coin, a bruise right on a knuckle. Applying ointment would help, but if not treated, it could be inconvenient to use the hand for several days.

"Didn’t I just say I needed to apply medicine? Yet your mind was just focused on treating Zhe Yu, completely neglecting that I’m flesh and blood too, capable of getting hurt."

Alright! It’s apparently her fault now.

Fu Zhen was quite exasperated.

But even if he was really injured, it wasn’t such a big deal, was it? Enough to be so upset?

Overly dramatic!

But seeing as she had ignored him before, she decided not to bring it up.

She carefully massaged the area for him, then closed the lid on the ointment: "Alright, just keep applying it a few more times, and it will heal."

Pei Zhan looked at the back of his hand covered with the fragrant ointment and responded lightly, "Hmm."

Fu Zhen said, "Now can we discuss my matter?"

Pei Zhan returned to his seat behind the desk and picked up a piece of paper he had written at some point: "Take this to Guo Song later and have him arrange someone to go to Luoyang."

Fu Zhen took the paper and added, "I have something else to ask. You might as well help me with that too."

She leaned across the desk and said, "Tonight, I want to go see Zhe Yu."

Pei Zhan looked thoroughly annoyed: "What’s so interesting about him? A lonely bachelor, unkempt beard, and lacking common sense."

Fu Zhen clicked her tongue: "I want to assess his injuries."

"Hasn’t the second one already gone to check?"

"I want to see for myself!"

Pei Zhan extended his medicated hand before her eyes: "You see, my hand is injured, which causes inconvenience. Can you accompany me these days, serve as my close aide?"

Fu Zhen straightened up: "Don’t push your luck. We’re fake spouses, don’t make unreasonable requests of me!"

Pei Zhan leaned back into his chair: "I’m only asking you to accompany me closely, in case some matters need tending, you can assist me.

"Besides, both the second and seventh brothers are in the camp. Aren’t you curious about the situation at the Capital Camp?"

This struck a chord with Fu Zhen. Coming from a military family, she held a deep affection for the barracks.

However, after thinking it over, she was unsure, "What could I help you with?"

"Anything really, it’s not like I would ask you to dress me."

Saying this, Pei Zhan cast a glance at her and said, "If you wanted to assist in dressing me, I’d need to think about it."

Fu Zhen pulled a face: "Forget it, I’m not into your type."

"Then what type are you into?"

Fu Zhen picked up her cup of tea. After taking two sips, Pei Zhan suddenly asked from the opposite side while twirling his cup gently...

She wiped a bit of tea from the corner of her mouth and solemnly replied, "Lately, I’ve lost my appetite, not in the mood for any type!"

She stood up and said, "If you don’t go, I’ll go by myself."

Originally, she didn’t entirely intend for him to accompany her, just informing him as a courtesy. If he wasn’t coming, then so be it!

Pei Zhan watched her as she swept away like the wind, his eyebrows slightly raised.