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Chapter 618: The Strength of a Foodie

"My... real name is Hou San, because I am the third child in the family... I originally had two older brothers... but they all starved to death later..." The skinny monkey tried hard to recall, and his speech was intermittent because it was laborious. "When I... got here... there was really nothing to eat at home..."

Zhou Chang had never heard Skinny Monkey mention this past event before, and even Prince Yi Fengming didn't remember it.

But she didn't have time to listen carefully. She quickly wiped the wound with a cloth soaked in liquor, warmed the needle over the flame, and then stabbed the skinny monkey in the belly.

"Ugh..." The skinny monkey was indeed able to endure the pain and only let out a low roar.

Zhou Chang's hands were shaking and he was not very accurate, but he didn't want the skinny monkey to notice, so he continued quickly: "Go on, don't worry about what I'm doing. By the way, how did you learn to swim, and how well do you swim?"

"I seem to remember... there was a river in front of my house when I was a child... my father was a tenant farmer, renting land from the landlord to farm... but there was a famine, and even after paying all the rent it was still not enough... in the end he had to go to work in the town... and got sick and died of exhaustion. My mother went to farm again but couldn't make any profit..." While the skinny monkey was telling the story, Zhou Chang's hand movements could be seen. Although he spoke intermittently, he never cried out in pain as the needles were inserted.

Zhou Chang sewed up the wound while shaking, and he did not forget to chat: "How old were you at that time? When you entered the palace, you should be the same age as Prince Yi...ah, no, me, right?"

The skinny monkey's lips trembled in pain, and his forehead was covered with sweat. His speech became even slower: "Five...six...years old, I don't remember clearly...I only remember...when I was a child, my two brothers took me to the river to fish...and then there was a famine in the surrounding villages...all the fish in the river had been caught long ago, not even...snail...everything edible was eaten up. After my brothers starved to death...an old man in the village took me to a house in the town, and that day...he gave me white flour buns to eat, and told me, told me...that he was sending me to a place where I would have enough food to eat every day..."

Zhou Chang sewed the wound with a few stitches, but it seemed like it took a lifetime. After that, he used strong liquor to wash away the blood.

"Ah..." The strong liquor burned the wound and the skinny monkey cried out in pain.

It's a good thing that you can still shout out.

Zhou Chang finished reeling in the remaining thread and wiped the area where the blood and wine were mixed. "Go on, what next?"

“Ugh…” The skinny monkey kicked his hands and feet wildly in pain, but he tried his best to keep his body still. “Later, later… my mother also got sick… I, I was just hungry, hungry, hungry all day long… My mother died later, my mother also died…”

This obviously didn't connect with the previous words. Zhou Chang felt that the thin monkey seemed to be losing his mind again, and urged him: "What happened next? You still didn't tell me how you entered the palace."

The skinny monkey opened his mouth and gasped, but his chest could no longer be heard. At least he could still hear Zhou Chang's words, so he tried to recall: "Later... later..., white flour buns... I, I... was tied to a bed board... It hurt... it hurt, it hurt, it hurts..."

Zhou Chang finally understood which "pain" the skinny monkey was talking about.

A wave of sadness welled up in my heart, but fortunately the wound on my hand was finally sutured. Just as I was about to tie a knot in the fishing line, I heard the skinny monkey say "it hurts..." in a changed tone, and then there was no movement.

"Monkey, monkey..." Zhou Chang's heart rose to his throat and he quickly went to pat the skinny monkey's face.

The skinny monkey slowly woke up, took a breath, and continued to mumble: "My last name is Hou... Because I was the third child in the family, I didn't have a name. I only remember that my mother... told the village chief to call me Hou San before she died..."

Once he woke up, Zhou Chang was able to breathe a sigh of relief and quickly turned around to look for the medicine powder.

"Well... later they gave me a nickname, Skinny Monkey, but actually my name is Hou San. Your Majesty... if I die... you must burn some good and delicious food for me during the holidays... a tablet, a tablet... write 'Hou San' on it, and you tell me... will I be able to receive it..." Skinny Monkey began to repeat what he said before, but his voice gradually faded away as he spoke.

"You don't have to wait until after you die. You can eat delicious food every day now. As long as you survive today, you will have delicious food every day in the future." Zhou Chang quickly sprinkled the black medicine powder on the wound, covering it with a thick layer.

Suddenly I realized that the skinny monkey had stopped making any sound again, so I quickly slapped his face again: "Monkey, monkey... wake up, wake up... we're not done yet."

However, this time, he couldn't be woken up no matter what he did.

Zhou Chang was so panicked that his whole body was shaking like a sieve. He tried to feel his pulse, but he couldn't feel it.

Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes.

no, I can not……

Zhou Chang wiped his tears with his sleeves, unwilling to believe this fact.

He has done so much and has managed to hold on for so long.

Why does God do this to them?

Seeing that the medicine powder he had just sprinkled was blurred by the blood flowing out of the wound, Zhou Chang did not stop himself. Regardless of whether the skinny monkey had any reaction, he washed the crookedly stitched wound with strong liquor again and sprinkled the medicine powder again.

After waiting for a while, the wound seemed to stop bleeding.

Without caring whether the skinny monkey would react or not, he took out the strips of cloth torn from the moon-white lingerie that he had taken off earlier and began to bandage the skinny monkey's wounds.

After all the operations, the skinny monkey still didn't respond.

Zhou Chang was filled with despair. He slowly approached and wanted to pick up the skinny monkey and hold him in his arms.

Just then, the skinny monkey's eyelids moved.

"Monkey?" Zhou Chang called out softly, then he remembered what he had just said and called out again, "Hou San?"

"Cough cough..." The skinny monkey slowly opened his eyes and coughed out a breath.

Zhou Chang hugged him tightly: "You are not dead, you are not dead..."

"No...Prince..." The skinny monkey was still trying to breathe.

Zhou Chang quickly put the man down again, turned around to get some warm water and fed it to him: "Hou San, you will surely have good fortune in the future after surviving a great disaster."

The water in the monkey's mouth moistened his throat, and he could speak more smoothly: "Your Highness... Your Highness, why... call me by my real name? Or, or... call me 'Monkey', it sounds, it sounds... it's more pleasant..."

"Okay, okay...it doesn't matter what you call me, as long as you are alive and as long as you like it." Zhou Chang was very excited.

The skinny monkey slowly raised a hand and pointed at Zhou Chang's face: "Prince... why are you crying?"

"Ah?" Zhou Chang realized that he had been holding back his tears, and his face was already wet and cold. He wiped his face with his sleeve, not embarrassed, and touched the forehead of the skinny monkey, "Well, your body is not hot, so you should have passed this stage. Now it's all right, your operation was successful, and you can have a good rest now."

"What is 'surgery'?" The skinny monkey's eyes were half open and half closed. He was obviously extremely tired, but he was still able to ask a question.

Zhou Chang thought this was a good sign, so he pulled up the quilt and covered him up. "Don't worry about it. Just rest well from now on. When your wound heals, you'll be well again."

The skinny monkey seemed to want to say something, but he was too tired and closed his eyes after a while.