Henan Zhong: Three Wooers, The Bride Is Not Ready Yet

It was the time for her wound to dress up a new. 

The Crown Prince came to help the old physician but where was physician. 

His personal servant handed him a small letter. 

The physician was sick today, the old age in itself was disease. 

He sighed because he sent some instructions as to how he could do it.

He looked at the silently sitting girl. 

He gestured the maid to prepare medicated bandages and antiseptic. 

"What? Did not old physician was suppose to..?" She was waiting for the physician but he was still nowhere. 

"Diu, old physician cannot come today, I will do it instead," apparently he was really busy reading the instructions but inside his heart was palpitating fast. 

"Why it feels like burden?" he admonished himself.

"My Prince, why bother just order these maids, I'll be fine with it?"

Henan spoke because it would feel unrealistic for her to see all this. 

"Did not the Crown Prince cruelly reserve? He might chop her if he got angry on her? What is this new problem?" 

She had reasons. 

She stood up because he was ready to dress up her wound.

"No, I mean my Prince, this maid could easily do this job for me, she is also loyal," she pointed at her personal maid. 

She was slightly moving from her sitting position. 

After some time she messed up her bed because she jumping to not listen to the Prince. 

Whatever she gave excuse, the Prince rejected. 

"It won't hurt I assure you," 

"But you are not a physician," 

"I am not but I will be careful," 

"What if you hurt?" 

"I won't," 

He was slowly enough closer that he could grab her forcefully next instant. 

The whole room became a mess this way. 

He suddenly pulled her closer by grabbing from her waist and she was like sacrificial chicken. 

"My Prince," she screamed out loud.

"No more nonsense," he put his hand on her mouth and strictly ordered while glaring her.

'Only a small dressing and this girl is making fuss about, huh,' 

Henan shut her mouth because Prince got seriously angry. 

He forcefully brought her on the edge of the bed and order her to sit. 

She obediently walked toward the edge and sat there.

A realization suddenly struck her head, "What if this Prince was a lecher? Or a lust wolf? Could it possible that a man sees the bare shoulders of a woman he might...." her head got spinning. 

Taking the pot of applicable medicine, he came toward her. 

He opened the strips that were dressed previous day. 

Now her shoulders were bare.

She was slightly shivering. 

"You lecher, don't look at my bare shoulders," 

He cleaned the wound with antiseptic liquid. 

He tried his best to shake his hand but it was still shaking. 

To finght on the border or kill enemy was completely different to treat a patient especially the one you care about. 

He was done cleaning the wound. 

"Don't move," he ordered her because she was shaking as well. 

He could see the wound was not small nor it was healed yet even half of it, it would take minimum two months to properly heal up. 

He looked at her. 

She was sitting with closed eyes.

"Don't you feel pain when you run around?" He glared because he thought that it was mainly due to her not resting properly. 

"I do my Prince," she kept her eyes close, she don't to look at him in this condition. 

"Then why you keep jumping around?" He took the medicine to apply at the wound. 

Instinctively or unintentionally his eyes fell on her other shoulder, his hand which was ready to apply the medicine shook greatly and the small healed skin burst open which resulted the sudden seeping of blood from her wound. 

"Awe.." she screamed without voice. 

She was trying to bear it. 

Prince was truly horrified, he was supposed to help her yet ended up hurting her. 

He ordered and a servant ran to bring the physician. 

He kept holding the seeping wound with the antisemitic bandage. 

Physician came.

"Awe, young girl I told you to take care, why don't you listen to me," he thought that she must be careless so the injury burst open again. 

Prince was embarrassed and he kept quite. 

Henan did not justify herself. 

Prince promised to himself that he would learn few things about this profession* too it would help him in severe conditions. 

The physician skillfully wrapped the injury and strictly spoke some instructions to the maid. 

"Young girl if you really wanted to heal up and get well soon you have to abide by these instructions," the physician told her in his shaking voice which was symbol of his old age. 

Henan only nodded.

Prince cleared his throat. 

"Miss Diu, I am greatly sorry," 

"Its okay my Prince, after all you are not a physician, the mistake can be expected," she was about to faint due to loose of blood. 

She wanted to rest. 

Her head got spinning and in next instant she was comming to the floor. 

"Diu..." Prince timely took her in his arms either they would have to trouble again the old physician. 

He gestured the maid to leave the room. 

He brought her on the bed and supported her to smooth down. 

"Take rest Diu, I am sorry it was my mistake, but you should not be this much beautiful, do you know how hard it was for me to hold myself,? I promise I won't do this again, I won't hurt you again no matter what," he knew she was in deep sleep still he said what he wanted to say. 

He ordered the maids to look after her. 

His heart never pulsed like this before. 

He never speak sweat even any of his concubine. 

He never cared anyone this much before. 

He was going to start learning from today about the herbs and how to look after a patient in such cases and the necessary things he needed to learn.