Wei Zhongqing has always been confident in his medical skills, but after a few stitches, Murong Mian did not react, and he couldn't help but panic.

Everyone pinned their hopes on him, seeing that his expression was flustered, as if he was facing a great enemy, Ning Jiu directly put the sword on his neck, and his cold eyes seemed to poke a hole in his face, "Doctor Wei, didn't you say that after the needle, the prince would be able to wake up, what is going on?" ”

Hao Pingguan carefully pulled his sword away, "Ning Jiu, don't do this, Doctor Wei must have a way," Xi Yi looked at Wei Zhongqing with his eyes, "Doctor Wei, you have a way, right?" ”

Han Tong sat on the chair, and he also looked cold, "Doctor Wei, if you can't let the prince wake up, I will let you never wake up, what Huangqi family is, it's a charlatan at all!" ”

Wei Zhongqing looked at the long sword that was a stone's throw away from him, his heart beat wildly a few times, he tried to calm down, and pinched the silver needle in his hand again and again, "There is nothing more mournful than the death of the heart, if a person even dies of the heart, even the gods can't do anything......"

Before he finished speaking, Ning Jiujian raised it and pressed it against his neck, "I don't care what immortals, I just ask if you can make the prince wake up?" ”

Wei Zhongqing could feel the coldness of the sword blade, and the stinging pain of the sword qi cutting through the skin, it was all like this, what else could not.

He gritted his teeth and spat out a single word: "Yes!" ”

He knew in his heart that in a situation like King Chu, the longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for him, and if he had no desire to survive, he would be rescued, and he would be a waster. But he had to give it a try, and muttered slightly: "Give me three days, and if the prince doesn't wake up after three days, my life will be at your disposal." ”

Ning Jiu and Han Tong exchanged a look, and withdrew the sword, "Okay, I'll give you three days." ”

In order to keep abreast of the situation of the King of Chu at any time, Wei Zhongqing simply moved to his room to sleep, and administered injections every other hour, and he now knew that the accompanying medical officer who was a big man actually tied his head to the belt of his trousers, which was not as easy as he thought before, thinking that when he had saved enough money, he would better find an opportunity to go out of the house.

Jia Tong was also sick, when he came back, he was covered in mud and water, his face and arms were scarred, and his kneecaps were swollen, and he was helped into the house.

When he entered the door, he was still sober, and he blamed himself and said to Green Lotus that he was useless and did not save the princess and Xiao Shizi. Green Lotus comforted him with tears, saying that if he didn't find the body, the princess and Xiao Shizi might not be gone, they must be auspicious, and they will look for it when he has taken care of his body.

When the person lay down on the bed and began to talk nonsense, Wei Zhongqing took the time to look at him, saying that he was infected with wind and cold, prescribed medicine, and asked him to decoction of green lotus to drink, and it would be fine in three days.

Everyone thought that Murong Mian would wake up in three days, but the next morning, he opened his eyes, when Hao Pingguan was guarding the side, heard movement on the bed, and immediately picked up the account and looked inside, and when he saw that he was awake, he shouted happily, "Ouch, prince, you can wake up, scared the old slave to death." Do you drink water, the old slave will come with food immediately......"

Murong Mian propped up his body and wanted to sit up, but Hao Pingguan hurriedly held him down, "Lord Wang, are you empty, let's lie down, Doctor Wei just walked away for a while, I asked him to come and take a look." ”

Murong Mian said, "No. As soon as he spoke, his voice was hoarse and astringent, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment, but he still sat up.

Hao Pingguan was a little uneasy by his calm appearance, it stands to reason that the prince should be grief-stricken at this moment, how can he be the same as if he was nothing......

Seeing that he insisted on getting up, Hao Pingguan had no choice but to serve him to dress, "Lord Wang, you are hungry, the slave asked someone to bring food." ”

Murong Mian didn't answer him, stretched out his hand to put on his robe, just raised his steps, only to feel dizzy, his body shook twice, so frightened that Hao Pingguan hurriedly held on, Murong Mian stood firm and pushed him away, walked to the wall to twist the handkerchief to wipe his face, and ordered in a hoarse voice: "Call Ning Jiu Jia Tong over." ”

Hao Pingguan said, "Jia Tong fell ill when he came back yesterday, he had a fever and said nonsense, and now he is still lying down, so let's call Ning Jiu over first." ”

After Murong Mian woke up, he seemed to be like gold, and did not respond to him, Hao Pingguan didn't dare to ask again, turned around and went out, just happened to meet Wei Zhongqing, he glanced at Wei Zhongqing, "The prince is awake, you hurry up and take a look." ”

Wei Zhongqing was overjoyed in his heart, he finally woke up, this time Ning Jiu should not want his life, he showed a smile, "The prince is a blessed person, and he woke up earlier than I expected." ”

Entering the door, he went straight to the bed, but saw that the account was hung on the Caifeng hook, and there was no one on the bed.

Wei Zhongqing was stunned, he thought that the prince of Chu must be lying on the bed weakly when he woke up, waiting for him to come in, but he didn't expect it...... He recovered so quickly.

He hurriedly followed, "Lord Wang, let the lower official call for you, you have been asleep for a day and a night, or take a look, the lower official is ......."

Murong Mian walked to the wall, took off his sword, turned his back to him and said, "No. ”

"Lord Wang, let's let the official number one be lowered, you are depressed and ...... long."

Murong Mian turned around, and pulled out the sword with a "rub", the sound of the sword was clear and long, the sword light was slightly blue, and it was a good sword at a glance, Wei Zhongqing was not very close, but he could feel the sword aura of killing in the room, he took a step back slowly, and finally knew where Ning Jiu's path came from, what kind of master he had, what kind of entourage he had, he didn't dare to be wordy, arched his hand, and retreated silently.

Standing under the eaves, he was stunned, he had been practicing medicine for so many years, like King Chu, it was the first time he had seen it, obviously depressed and condensed, stagnant and hurting his body, it was impossible to get better so quickly, how did he do it?

Crimson came over with breakfast, saw him standing at the door, and asked, "Doctor Wei, the chief manager said that the master is awake, can he eat these now?" ”

Wei Zhong glanced at the light snacks on the tray and touched his chin, "Don't talk about this, a cow is no problem, send it in quickly." As he spoke, he opened the curtain for her.

Crimson thought he was joking, but she didn't care, and laughed a little and went in.

The prince woke up, the whole house was not unhappy, she specially cooked the millet porridge that the prince loved to eat, with golden crispy melon, light and refreshing, she didn't see anyone when she entered the house, she heard movement in the study, she walked over to take a look, and saw Murong Mian sitting at the table wiping his dragon sword.

Qihong, like Wei Zhongqing, thought that Murong Mian was still lying on the bed, but he didn't expect him to sit there and wipe his sword, and was stunned for a moment before stepping in, "Master, can the slave set you breakfast?" ”

Murong Mian didn't look up, only hummed and continued to rub his sword.

Crimson set up the pit table, put the dishes in the same place, and secretly glanced at the King of Chu, always feeling that something was not quite right with him.