Ah, the Imperial Doctor is coming?

Xu Shu panicked, how did he come so quickly.

She stitched faster and faster, biting the handkerchief in her mouth, sweat dripping down her eyes.

Qi Muran stared at her for a long time, and it wasn't until she had finished stitching up all the wounds that the imperial doctor arrived.

The Imperial Physician was carrying the medicine box all the way, and it was too far from the Imperial Physician's Office in the palace to this courtyard.

Seeing that the Great Commander of Yutian was anxious, he thought that it was the prince who was injured.

But when he entered the house, he saw that the prince was sitting on the bed with dignity, not looking injured at all, but holding a girl in his arms, his face was pale, and his eyes were closed.

The room was filled with the smell of blood and strong liquor, and on the shelf was a copper basin containing a mixture of reddish blood and wine.

The Imperial Doctor stood at the door in a daze, not figuring out the situation.

He wanted to see what kind of sacredness that girl was, so that the prince could hold her in his arms, but he didn't dare to face the prince's gaze.

He took a step forward, "Lord Wang... Put this girl down. ”

Qi Muran was unmoved, the hand on Xu Shu's shoulder tightened, and the lips that had been pursed for a long time finally loosened, and there was blood again: "No, just heal like this." ”

The imperial doctor didn't dare to say anything, and stepped forward to hold her left hand.

There was a long wound on it, and there were beautiful stitches.

Doctor: "This... This treatment is very beautiful, but the wound is too deep, it is still necessary to rest well, Weichen prescribes a few prescriptions, and let the girl take it internally, thinking that it should be fine. ”

"When will she wake up?"

The imperial doctor wiped his sweat: "This... I'll wake up about tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. ”

He hesitated for a long time, but still had the courage to ask a question: "Lord Wang, this injury... Who handled it? ”

This method of processing is really bold and beautiful.

The idea of stitching up a wound is very humanly imaginable, and only some miracle doctors dare to do it.

But Divine Doctor Mu has already returned to his hometown, is there still his disciple who will not be able to do this?

Qi Muran glanced at him, "She sewed it herself." ”

The Imperial Doctor barely paused, and subconsciously retorted, "Impossible! ”

After speaking, he realized that the person opposite him was the Seventh Prince, and hurriedly knelt down and explained: "The pain in the stitching process is unbearable, and it is impossible to stitch it for yourself." ”

He didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he said it, Qi Muran's mind unconsciously appeared in the picture he saw when he entered the door.

The ground was covered with blood-stained cotton, a whole basin of blood, and the little guy was biting the cloth in his mouth, his face was no different from paper, and he was holding a silver needle, as if he were sewing clothes, through his own flesh, and sewing the long wound on his arm.

The imperial doctor saw that the prince's face was getting worse and worse, although he wanted to see the gossip, he didn't dare to continue to stay here and dazzle his eyes, so he had to retreat with questions and shock.

Yu Tian has been standing beside him, cautiously tentatively: "Lord Wang, let the county lord have a good rest..."

From today on, the county lord's terrifyingness in his heart should be on par with the prince.

Even he couldn't sew his own flesh, and he might not forget that scene for a long time.

Fortunately, the county lord fainted after sewing, otherwise who would dare to take over this job...

Qi Muran gently put Xu Shu on the bed, carefully avoiding touching her left hand.

Yu Tian's face was expressionless, and his heart was already full of groundhog screams.

The prince is holding the county lord, what's going on with this gentle expression?

Did the prince of his family let someone transfer the bag?