OMG! Tyrant's Pampered Baby Is a Valued Princess Chapter 911: If It Doesn’t Heal, Regret Will Come Too Late

Bai Zhi’er pointed a finger: "Hold him down!"

Imdiately, the injured scholar was held down by two classmates, unable to escape.

With a mournful expression, he said: "Your Highness, the golden sore dicine is too expensive, please have the doctor simply bandage , there’s no need for such a good dicine."

Bai Zhi’er frowned: "Grandpa Doctor, don’t listen to him, listen to . Use the best dicine and bandage him well."

After speaking, she took out a silver ingot from her sleeve and placed it directly on the counter.

"I’ll cover the cost of the dicine for you. Don’t struggle anymore, lest the wound worsens."

The injured scholar was stunned, and his eyes turned red.

He choked and nodded: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Jun Kuang stood behind Bai Zhi’er, witnessing everything.

Once the bandage was done, they returned to the Wen Mansion.

Bai Zhi’er, with features delicate as a painting, appeared soft and graceful, yet her tone was unyieldingly authoritative.

"For the dicine we brought back, I have already paid for it. You must supervise Yan Tongguang to take it all and change the dressing regularly."

"If after this course, the injury is not better, co to again. Don’t worry about the silver; I will cover it for you."

Everyone nodded in gratitude, especially Yan Tongguang, who was about to kneel before Bai Zhi’er to thank the Princess for her great kindness.

Bai Zhi’er hurriedly held him up.

"There’s no need to kneel to . As long as you study well and serve the court in the future, that is the best repaynt for ."

"You all must rember, everybody relies on holding a brush to write, so if the hand gets injured, it is a serious matter."

"If not bandaged and treated promptly, one might never be able to hold a brush again. What a painful blow this would be for scholars!"

"If such things happen again, I command you, do not worry about the silver, go to the dical hall imdiately for treatnt."

"If there’s not enough money, you can..." Bai Zhi’er paused.

She turned, pointing at Jun Kuang: "Ask Brother A Kuang for it. I will subsidize this dicinal expense."

Everyone was naturally filled with gratitude.

Considering Yan Tongguang was still weak, Bai Zhi’er instructed them to support him back to his room for rest.

She turned back, seeing Jun Kuang smiling at her handsoly.

Bai Zhi’er fanned herself with her hand: "These scholars nearly ruined their futures, truly causing great anxiety."

Jun Kuang walked beside her: "The main hall has prepared cool tea, please step over to relieve the heat and thirst, Your Highness."

Upon arriving at the main hall and drinking two cups of cool tea, Bai Zhi’er finally exhaled a breath.

Jun Kuang sat across from her, smiling warmly: "Your Highness need not worry, scholars are often strapped for cash, afraid to see the doctor easily."

"They prefer to endure themselves rather than trouble the Princess."

Bai Zhi’er set down the teacup, pouting: "Everything is a matter of priority, and an injured hand is a big issue. If it doesn’t heal well, regretting it will be too late."

Jun Kuang nodded in agreent, his voice clear and gentle: "I will make sure to remind them well for the Princess."

After chatting for a while, Bai Zhi’er prepared to leave.

Jun Kuang couldn’t help but laugh: "Does Your Highness intend to leave just like that?"

Bai Zhi’er blinked, not understanding.

Until Jun Kuang pointed at her hand.

Bai Zhi’er looked down, only to see that while helping with the bandaging earlier, her hands had beco stained with blood.

Jun Kuang stood: "Go wash up, Your Highness."

Bai Zhi’er followed him outside to the water basin.

After she finished washing her hands, Jun Kuang naturally handed over his handkerchief.