Of course, this process is not easy.

Because of the protagonist's resistance, the water in the tub filled the entire room, and the carpet was messy, including Rong Wan's straight white shirt, which was stained with the protagonist's blood.

And wear it from morning to afternoon. Fortunately, finally put it on.

The protagonist leaned against the head of the bed stiffly, or could not be said to be leaning - he did not dare to lean his back up completely. Just curled up like a hard shrimp nugget, trying to shrink myself. His broken skin and bloody bones exposed his knuckles tightly clutching the soft silk pajamas. He did not dare to straighten his legs, trying his best to get close to his body. Change.

The silk pajamas were as soft as the softest feathers freshly plucked from a swan, and lay against them, almost weightless. Even if the festering wound is rubbed, there will be some itching, but it is all within his tolerance.

Jin Zhao does not understand.

He naturally knows that many people will be treated with good food and food before they are sent to the guillotine, but that is also a luxury for a monster like him. The general can send him to hell at any time without creating such a dream Treated as kindly.

Rong Wan asked the servant to clean up the room, and when he turned his head, he saw that he was being stared at by the protagonist. That dark eye was gloomy and dead, of course, the strong hatred when he was brought out of prison has subsided a lot, and replaced it with vigilance and confusion.

Rong finished sitting on the edge of the bed.

The protagonist shrank without a trace, leaned his back against the back of the bed, and moved further away from him. All the while, he was still staring at him.

Rong Wan saw that the wound on the protagonist's body had been cleaned, and the next step was to apply ointment. In the first twenty-five years of the protagonist's life, I'm afraid there is no concept of healing at all, so the wounds are entangled in strange, covering the body, like a huge deformed bird monster with ugly wings.

But fortunately, the medical skills of the empire have long advanced to the point where it can bring back the dead, so even if these scars have been stubborn for many years, they can gradually recover under careful care.

So Rong Wan called a doctor—it would be impossible to call General Zhu Jing's personal doctor. If it were spread out, he would be the first person in the entire empire to treat slaves so well, and he would definitely be suspected.

So he called a doctor from a nearby small hospital from his address book. Treating these injuries is definitely no problem.

After the doctor came, the protagonist's eyes were full of vigilance and precaution, but You Rongwan sat aside, he just shrank in the corner, and did not try to defend against murder.

On the other hand, Doctor Chase looked at the slave at the bedside frequently, and his heart was full of shock and surprise.

Is Admiral Zhu Jing suddenly becoming more playful? Why did he suddenly order him to heal such a slave—this slave has the mark of a war experiment on the tip of his ear, and it looks like the lowest kind of slave! Those who have lived in the dirtiest mud and dirt are no different from the stinking maggots and mice in the eyes of the upper class.

Treat such a monster? Admiral is not crazy!

Ches's face showed embarrassment and disgust, but he didn't dare to disobey the admiral's order, so he could only grit his teeth and approached the slave to check him.

Unexpectedly, this slave's life is very tenacious.

He used to be a military doctor in the prison office, and the slaves he has seen come down from the battlefield have more or less all kinds of problems, the heart, lungs, kidneys, all rotten like old people in their seventies or eighties . But this slave does not have those conditions. He has countless traumas, but his recovery ability is very good. The internal organs in his body are young and healthy——

That is, he seems to be mentally ill, and has been staring at himself fiercely, ready to stick out his fangs at any time.

In front of an admiral whose class is second only to the royal family, how dare you resist like this?

Chase felt disgusted and disbelieving.

Rong Wan naturally also noticed the hatred of the protagonist in this white coat, and the increasingly restless mood of the protagonist. He was afraid that the protagonist's emotions that were finally calmed down would be on the verge of madness again, so he stood up and said to the doctor with a cold face: "As soon as possible, I don't have that much time for you."

"Yes, Admiral." Cold sweat oozes from Chase's forehead. He dared to neglect, and his movements quickly accelerated. He prescribed ointment applied to the wound, and some oral medicines to maintain physical strength.

Imperial technology is already quite advanced. After he formulated the prescription, he searched the machine he brought with him, and quickly presented several packets of medicine to Rong Wan.

Ches said respectfully: "The medicine is applied once every three days, and you can take more of the oral medicine."

Rong Wan looked at the packs of white pills that were taken orally, and asked, "Are there any bad taboos, such as possible complications?"

He just asked casually what he said. Unexpectedly, Chase opened his mouth wide and looked at him in disbelief, and the eyelashes of the protagonist at the head of the bed also trembled, as if he had heard something he had never heard in his life——

Chase swallowed, fearful in his heart, only to think that the general was abnormal enough to be mentally abnormal. Even if the slave has some long and two shortcoming after taking the medicine, or the pain is unbearable, but in this world, does anyone actually care about this? ! The question the admiral asked was simply unheard of! Could this slave be some kind of baby? You should be grateful to Dade for being able to treat him, but he still manages the problems that are not complications!

Rong Wan also noticed his mistake, so he quickly raised his face, parted his lips gloomily, and said coldly, "Doctor, your duty is to provide medicine, not to stand in front of me with your useless head thinking wildly! "

The general was indeed abnormal, and the cold aura made the whole room depressed!

Dr. Chase stared at the skulls of the people hanging on the wall, and the cold sweat became worse. He felt that his head was about to fail, so he quickly replied, tremblingly: "This medicine has no pain relief effect, only rapid healing effect. The more you eat, the more severe the pain will be. So as long as it is within the pain tolerance range, you can eat more to promote the healing of the festering wound as soon as possible!”