"Sister Xia, I said it all, the scourge will last for thousands of years, and Ye Qiange will not die easily."

Yu Ling pouted, held his little head high, and was quite complacent about his prediction.

Xia Yuan and Li Feng glared at her.

Ye Qiange is the prince, you call him by his name like this, don't die!

"Lord Wang, my subordinates are late to save the car, and I ask the prince to forgive me." Xia Yuan and Li Feng arched their hands.

Ye Qiange waved his hand and said, "No need to be polite." ”

"Wow, there is still fish soup to drink, Ye Qiange, you are too good at living." Yu Ling jumped over, poked his head out, blinked his big eyes and reached out to get the bamboo spoon.

"Little girl, this soup is not for you."

"Ye Qiange, if you call me a little girl again, I will fight with you."

Ye Qiange rolled his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

This little girl is too heartless.

"Lord Wang, Your Majesty is still waiting, can you go?" Xia Yuan hurriedly spoke.

Ye Qiange nodded and said, "Then let's go." ”

He glanced around the cave, took a deep breath, turned around and walked out of the cave, and saw that there were at least a thousand people standing in the rain.

"Meet the prince."

"Let's go."

After tossing and turning all the way back to the palace, it was already evening.

Before getting out of the carriage, Ye Qiange saw Xu Yichan guarding outside the hall, looking at him leisurely.

When Xu Yichan saw Ye Qiange, her haggard face had a little more brilliance, and she said softly: "You're back?" ”

"Well, I'm back." Ye Qiange smiled, his pale face full of exhaustion.

"It's okay." Xu Yichan didn't sleep all night, from Ye Qiange's accident to Ye Qiange's return, she almost didn't get a drop of water.

Ye Qiange slowly moved his steps to get out of the carriage.

His leg injury became more and more serious, and he was soaked in the rain many times, and his entire calf was already red and swollen.

He was lame, barely daring to touch the ground with his right foot, and as soon as he touched the ground, there was a rush of colic.

Just as he got out of the car, the horse in front of him suddenly took a step forward, and the whole carriage moved forward.

Suddenly, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell straight to the ground.

He didn't have time to exclaim before he felt like he had fallen into a soft area full of aromas.

He hurriedly looked up, and Xu Yichan's delicate face came into view.

He realized that he had been held in Xu Yichan's arms.

I went, and was hugged by the Empress and Princess.

His face couldn't help but turn red, and there were countless eyes watching outside, and he muttered, "You let me down, I'll go by myself." ”

"You're hurt." Xu Yichan frowned, she saw the strip of cloth on Ye Qiange's leg, which was already red with blood at this time.

"Everybody's watching." Ye Qiange covered his face, feeling the gazes coming from all directions, and couldn't help but panic in his heart.

Xu Yichan walked unhurriedly, and said lightly: "I am the Son of Heaven, you are the emperor, what do they look like?" ”

Ye Qiange was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and had nothing to say.

The Empress is domineering, and every word makes it irrefutable.

It's just that he is a dignified seven-foot man, and he is held in his arms by a slender woman, and the picture really makes him very shy and unbearable.

She walked briskly, not seeing the slightest effort, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, she slowly walked towards the Flying Frost Palace.

"Doctor Xuan."

"Whoa."

Along the way, after experiencing the strange eyes of countless palace maids and guards, Ye Qiange and Xu Yichan finally returned to the Flying Frost Palace.

Entering the Flying Frost Palace, there were several imperial doctors waiting at the gate of the dormitory.

In addition to Ye Qiange's leg injury, he also had a lot of internal injuries.

Several imperial doctors didn't dare to be careless, and treated Ye Qiange's leg injury first.

It's an extremely painful process.

Although the imperial doctor's methods are clever and his techniques are light and gentle, when he disassembles the cloth, Ye Qiange, who is still in pain, inhales cold air, and his eyes turn black.

And when all the strips of cloth were disassembled, it was the turn of several imperial doctors and Xu Yichan to gasp.

Far from getting better, the wound got worse.

The place where it had been healed was torn open again, revealing Bai Sensen's bones.

Xu Yichan frowned and looked at Ye Qiange with worry.

With such a serious injury, he didn't even cry out in pain.

"Your Highness, Your Highness's wound is already red and swollen, this is a precursor to inflammation, and it needs to—" The Imperial Physician couldn't help but pause when he said this, and his face was embarrassed.

"What is needed?" Xu Yichan said.

"The skin and flesh on the surface must be removed before they can be bandaged." The Imperial Doctor gritted his teeth and said.

Ye Qiange on the bed smelled it, and his consciousness woke up suddenly, and he almost jumped off the bed and beat several imperial doctors violently.

Lao Tzu is just a slight infection of the wound, can he use such cruel methods?

"Is there no other way?" Xu Yichan couldn't bear to say.

Several imperial physicians glanced at each other and shook their heads.

They must not say, "Burn with fire."

This method is widely spread among the people.

The wound is infected, and the old saying is typhoid fever.

Many ordinary people suffer from typhoid fever, because they cannot afford the high medical bills, so they have to do it themselves, and fire treatment is a common method.

Ye Qiange stood up and glared at a few imperial doctors fiercely.

He looked at the wound and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The wound was half the length of the calf, extending from below the knee to above the ankle, and the bloody appearance was shocking.

"Your Majesty, is there any liquor in the palace?" Ye Qiange would not sit back and wait for a few imperial doctors to use the knife on him, and said to Xu Yichan dizzily.

"Spirits?" Xu Yichan looked at Gonggong Zhou on the side.

Zhou Gonggong said: "May I ask how strong the wine does Your Highness need?" ”

"The fiercest!"

"Whoa." Gonggong Zhou hurriedly retreated.

"What do you do with wine?" Xu Yichan frowned, "If you're afraid of pain, I can knock you out." ”

Ye Qiange didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes, and he was powerless to complain about Xu Yichan's words.

"It's just inflammation, so why make such a big fuss." Ye Qiange said.

When several imperial doctors heard this, they immediately said unhappily: "Your Highness, don't be careless, once you suffer from inflammation and your flesh and skin fester, I'm afraid it's too late." ”

In this day and age, there are no antibiotics.

Once you have typhoid fever, if it is very serious, even the imperial doctor is helpless and can only wait for death.

"A few imperial doctors are a little restless, how can this king joke with his own life."

Ye Qiange couldn't explain to them that the so-called inflammation is a bacterial infection, and the so-called bacteria are microorganisms that cannot be seen by the naked eye.

If you continue to say this, I don't know when Ma Yue can say it clearly, and whether people believe it or not remains to be said.

"The imperial doctor should stop the bleeding for this king first." Ye Qiange said.

"Whoa."

The imperial doctor sighed, took out a few silver needles, and with a slight flick of his fingertips, he saw that the silver needles fell into Ye Qiange's thighs and knees.

Before Ye Qiange could react, he saw that with a wave of the imperial doctor's palm, the silver needle was taken back, and the bleeding immediately stopped.

Ye Qiange was stunned as if watching a trick.

, when did acupuncture become so powerful?

He thought it was incredible, but then he thought about it, and there was a hint of heat in the place where the needle fell, and there must be an internal force in the secret.

"Your Highness, the spirits have been brought." Gonggong Zhou walked in, followed by a guard, holding a wine jar in both hands.