Chapter 1767: Seeking a Traditional Chinese Physician
He replied like that, so he’s probably willing to help Taylor with the treatment...
Doctors are all compassionate; Jocelyn Morgan was pleased with his kindness and benevolence because her future husband is the exceptional Dr. Shelby.
She gave him a gentle and admiring smile, then loosened her arms around his waist and linked her arm with his, leading him forward.
They had been intimate, experiencing a closer connection; it was a truly wonderful feeling, a pleasure of spirit and body united, incomparable to anything else.
Ian Shelby recalled Taylor’s earlier call of "brother," and his feelings... were somewhat unique.
The anger dissipated by more than half, somewhat frustrated yet amused.
In his palace, Taylor’s injuries were not light; he was trying to stand up, feeling like his knees were about to give way.
Catherine and Julie quickly helped him, and as the mother and son exchanged glances, Catherine looked at her son as if he were some strange creature, her thoughts in a whirl, her words powerless.
Taylor also realized that his urgent call of "brother" was a bit impulsive, without consulting his mother, but he had no other choice but to play the family card.
"Well..." Taylor glanced at his mother and said softly, "I’ll go write an apology." He squinted slightly and painfully walked out.
Catherine watched her son’s back, exchanged a glance with Julie, and they too started walking out.
Julie followed, feeling quite gloomy.
After a while, Catherine watched her son’s limping figure and said to the woman beside her, "Inform the royal physician to treat him."
"Already arranged." Julie, the confidante, who always sees things, glanced at the time on her wrist, "I’m guessing he’s already waiting in the palace."
"Hmm."
When Taylor arrived at his palace gate, he saw the royal physician from afar and couldn’t help but slow his pace, feeling awkward.
"Son, this kind of injury needs treatment, or you’ll be left with aftereffects." Catherine took a few steps forward, speaking sympathetically, implying that the royal physician was summoned by her, not to be resisted.
Taylor hadn’t looked in the mirror yet; he didn’t know how badly he was beaten, but his whole body ached.
"I’ll write the apology first." He was a bit anxious inside, as this matter couldn’t reach his father, or he’d be beaten even worse.
So as he walked inside, he directly ignored the royal physician and headed toward the study room.
The royal physician greeted him, but upon seeing the close-up of his facial injuries, the physician’s heart sank; it was swollen into a pig face—can’t be described simply as bruised and swollen.
What happened?
"Princess..." The royal physician looked at the woman entering and quietly asked with surprise, "What happened to the prince...?"
As a doctor, he needed to rely on understanding the cause for treatment, so... asking first was normal.
But the fewer people who know about this matter, the better, because it could easily reach the King’s ears, ruining everything.
The royal physician stared at the Princess, waiting for an answer, anticipating the situation was complex.
Catherine thought for a moment, prioritizing her son’s injury, and confessed, "Beaten by Louis." As soon as these words were spoken, her face as a mother was hard to hold.
The royal physician widened his eyes upon hearing this, not verbally commenting but internally thinking, Prince Louis hasn’t even inherited the throne, yet his courage is so great?
A dog needs to mind the owner, right?
Isn’t this blatantly riding on the Princess’ head today?
"Why are you still standing there?" Julie urged in a calm tone, "Hurry in and treat him."