CHAPTER 273: CHAPTER 273: IF I’M AFRAID, I’LL HOLD YOU

Feng Fuce suddenly grabbed her small hand.

His voice was cold and deep, his gaze dark: "He’s seriously injured, be careful not to get scared when you see him."

Bai Zhi’er thought about it and felt that what he said made sense.

So, she softly said, "Brother Fu Ce, hold Zhi’er tight, if I get scared, I’ll hold onto you tightly!"

Feng Fuce initially didn’t want her to face these things directly, but didn’t expect her to respond like this.

He was taken aback, and Bai Zhi’er was already pulling him forward.

The little boy had used all his strength and took the opportunity when Chu Ping wasn’t around to crawl from the back room to here.

Now, he could no longer walk, his feet were bound, so he couldn’t stand up to run away.

Chu Ping came over, turned him over, laying him straight on the ground, allowing Bai Zhi’er to observe.

The little fellow’s dark eyes looked at his left foot.

The tendons were damaged, but the bones were intact.

There’s a chance to heal, but a high possibility he would be a cripple.

Bai Zhi’er’s soft voice carried a bit of surprise.

"The injury is so serious, it must hurt so much."

The little boy’s gaze swept over Feng Fuce with hatred, then he took deep breaths with some humiliation, glaring at Bai Zhi’er.

The meaning seemed as if he didn’t need her pity.

Just at this moment, the Xiu Luo Envoy brought an attendant from the Imperial Hospital over.

Chu Ping quickly said: "The injured is here, let’s apply medicine first!"

The attendant checked the boy’s injury on his left foot, then placed the medicine box on the ground, saying: "You need to hold his limbs still, otherwise if he shakes too hard from the pain, it might be difficult to bandage."

Feng Fuce nodded lightly, then Chu Ping and the other three Xiu Luo Envoys stepped forward to hold the boy down.

As soon as the medicinal powder was sprinkled on, the boy, even with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, kept screaming from the pain!

Bai Zhi’er heard his miserable cries and quickly tightened her grip on Feng Fuce’s hand.

Feng Fuce looked down at the little one tightly leaning against him.

Does she trust him that much?

Without showing any expression, Feng Fuce covered Bai Zhi’er’s eyes with his hand.

"If you are afraid, don’t look."

However, the little one was more curious.

She used her small hands to push his palm slightly down, blinking her big eyes to peek.

Qingmei had already closed her eyes tightly on the side, listening to the cries, her body slightly trembling.

After applying the first round of medicine, the attendant rinsed it with clean water for a moment to remove the blood and medicinal powder.

Then, took out another porcelain bottle.

"This one is the most painful, but also has hemostatic and healing effects, hold tight gentlemen."

Sure enough, as the attendant expected, he only sprinkled a little bit of powder to let the boy adapt.

However, just a bit of powder made the boy struggle violently from the pain.

Even with his hands and feet bound, his body shook fiercely!

The four Xiu Luo Envoys held him down hard!

In the struggle, the cloth fell out of the boy’s mouth.

His eyes were bloodshot, his neck red and veins bulging.

Bai Zhi’er just saw the little boy staring fiercely at Feng Fuce.

"Villain! You evil person! Marquis Wan, you’re torturing me like this, you might as well kill me! Kill me!"

Chu Ping freed his hand and immediately stuffed the cloth back into the boy’s mouth.

Feng Fuce frowned at the rebuke, instinctively glancing at Bai Zhi’er beside him.

The little one pursed her pink lips, her small face puffed up, with a serious expression, not knowing what she was thinking.

For some reason, Feng Fuce momentarily lost focus.

Would she listen to what this boy said and start fearing him?

Suddenly, Bai Zhi’er let go of Feng Fuce’s hand.

The little one pitter-pattered with her small feet, walking straight towards the little boy.