"Even if it doesn't hurt the heart, the Beichen coach likes to smear poison on his arrows...... This is a well-known thing, and the poison of that person is unique to the Beichen royal family, we ...... We can't solve it......"

After the two military doctors finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly froze.

Mo Hanqing's face was already extremely difficult to see, he suddenly took a step, walked up to the military doctor, stretched out his hand and grabbed his collar, picked him up all the time, and said word by word: "This king asks you to save people, you obediently go to save people for me, and other things, any excuse, this king doesn't want to hear it." ”

"But His Royal Highness ......" The military doctor's feet were dragged off the ground by Mo Hanqing, just hanging in the air, he opened his mouth, and when he wanted to say something more, Mo Hanqing suddenly let go of the hand holding his collar, and said with a gloomy face: "Go and save people, you can't save her, you all give this king a funeral!" ”

"Yes, yes!!" Those military doctors originally thought that the young man lying on the bed was just an ordinary guard of King Jing'an.

However, what they didn't expect was that King Jing'an attached so much importance to this guard.

If they can't heal the boy, they will have to raise their heads to see ......

But......

But the poison of the Beichen boss, they will definitely not be able to solve it......

With tears in their eyes, the military doctors walked to the bed one by one, looked at Ye Qiqi, who was already dying, again, and stretched out their hands to take her pulse.

However, at this point, the expressions of those military doctors suddenly became surprised.

"This ...... This teenager was not poisoned?? ”

"There is still a pulse, although it is weak, but there is still salvation!!"

"Since there is no poisoning, then we just need to stop the bleeding and treat the wound!"

The military doctors suddenly became excited, they quickly turned around, took out their medicine boxes one after another, and after taking out scissors, gauze, hemostats and other things from them, they were ready to take off Ye Qiqi's clothes.

"Wait a minute......" Mo Hanqing watched an old military doctor's hand reach for Ye Qiqi's chest, and suddenly opened his mouth to stop him.

"Your Highness?" The old military doctor's hand shook, and he subconsciously raised his head and looked at Mo Hanqing.

"What is this for?" Mo Hanqing narrowed his eyes, looked at the old military doctor, and asked in a cold voice.

"This ...... Pull out the arrow, ......" The old military doctor explained to Mo Hanqing with a trembling voice: "This arrow can't be stuck here all the time, otherwise we won't be able to help her stop the bleeding." ”

"What are you doing with scissors when you pull out an arrow?"

"Then you'll have to cut the clothes near the wound......"

“……”

Mo Hanqing was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly turned to the people around him: "You all go out." ”

"Huh?" General Murong was stunned for a moment, and looked at him with puzzled eyes.

Murong Hongyu and Mo Xiuzhu glanced at each other, and then went out neatly.

"Get out." Mo Hanqing said again in a cold voice.

"Oh." After General Murong answered, he turned around and left.

There were suddenly only a few military doctors and Mo Hanqing left in the tent.

Mo Hanqing glanced up at the military doctors, and said in a cold voice: "How many people do you need to pull out the arrow?" ”

"Uh...... Probably two people are enough. The old military doctor hurriedly replied to Mo Hanqing: "Just help me hold her down alone." ”