OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess-Chapter 684: Isn’t It Just Seeking Sympathy? Who Can’t Do That!

Chapter 684: Chapter 684: Isn’t It Just Seeking Sympathy? Who Can’t Do That!

Bai Zhi’er’s carriage was heading towards the city clinic.

Fang Wushen twisted his sore arm.

He glanced at A Ruo, only to feel she was unfamiliar.

"Zhi’er little sister, who is this?"

Bai Zhi’er was still thinking about Feng Fuce being angry, absent-mindedly saying, "A young lady I just saved."

A Ruo quickly imitated the etiquette between mortals and greeted Fang Wushen.

Fang Wushen nodded at her.

Afterwards, he looked at the little one with a handsome smile and said, "Zhi’er little sister is so kind-hearted."

The carriage arrived at the clinic.

Only an old doctor was in charge while the other medicine apprentices had gone out for consultations.

Fang Wushen had just heard that A Ruo sprained her ankle.

He politely said, "Miss A Ruo, you should go first. I only have superficial injuries, it’s nothing serious."

A Ruo was very modest: "Lord Fang, you should go first. It doesn’t hurt as much now."

Fang Wushen couldn’t refuse her, so he sat down, letting the old doctor look at his arm, which Feng Fuce had dislocated.

Even though his sister Fang Youzhen had already helped reset it, Feng Fuce seemed to have used inner strength; now the entire arm was still sore!

Bai Zhi’er blinked her big round black eyes: "Grandpa Doctor, please take a good look at it."

The old doctor was about to stretch out his hand to examine Fang Wushen’s arm when someone with a chilly aura walked in from the shop door. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Everyone turned to look.

Feng Fuce had a somber expression, like cold brows covered with layers of snow.

His gaze swept over Bai Zhi’er’s face without betraying any emotion.

"Brother Fuce?" Bai Zhi’er blinked her long lashes.

Feng Fuce still ignored her.

He merely sat in the chair next to Fang Wushen.

Lu Wang entered with three Xiu Luo Envoys, each one tall and sturdy, exuding a strong presence.

"Doctor, see the patient," Feng Fuce said coldly, not even glancing aside.

The old doctor was taken aback and respectfully said, "Could you please wait a moment, sir, I will see this young gentleman first and then come to treat you."

With a "smack," Feng Fuce slapped his long sword on the table, startling the old doctor.

Feng Fuce’s gaze, full of warning, was directly aimed at the doctor.

"Is his ailment more serious than mine? As a healer, if you can’t distinguish between urgent and less pressing matters, how can you talk about saving people?" Feng Fuce said coldly.

Bai Zhi’er’s round and adorable face showed surprise and concern.

The little one asked tentatively, "Brother Fuce, what illness did you get?"

Feng Fuce glanced at her.

That gaze was overwhelmingly dark and cold.

The young man withdrew his gaze, looking ahead and said softly, "Anger sickness."

Bai Zhi’er was full of confusion in her big eyes: "Why have I never heard of such a sickness?"

Feng Fuce crossed his arms with a cold laugh: "Almost dying from anger, what if not anger sickness?"

Bai Zhi’er covered her mouth with her small hand, very surprised: "Someone made you angry? That’s too much! Grandpa Doctor, please see Brother Fuce first!"

The little one didn’t understand the metaphorical meaning of Feng Fuce’s words.

But Fang Wushen did understand.

He frowned tightly.

That Marquis Wan, has quite a few tricks to fool Zhi’er sister!

Isn’t it just to gain sympathy? Who couldn’t!

Instantly, Fang Wushen held his arm, baring his teeth and sucking in air with pain.

Bai Zhi’er quickly asked him: "Brother Wuxi, what’s wrong with you!"

"Pain, extreme pain!" Fang Wushen lifted his thin eyes, seeking help from Bai Zhi’er: "My arm might be broken."

The little one exclaimed in a low voice: "Grandpa Doctor, you really should see Brother Wuxi first!"

Feng Fuce’s eyes flickered, looking fiercely at Fang Wushen.

He realized he had gone too easy on him just now.