"Doctor, help the prince take a look at his injuries." Bu Xing hurriedly pushed the military doctor.

The military doctor rushed to the bedside to check the injury.

After a while, the military doctor wiped his sweat and said, "General Qiyu, the prince was stabbed in the chest with a dagger, and now he has lost too much blood, I am afraid that it will be more than lucky!"

Bu Xing was shocked when he heard this: "Then you hurry up!"

"General, don't worry," the military doctor comforted him, and then looked at Feng Yuanchen who was lying on the collapse, "Lord Wang, your injury is too serious, and the general is clumsy in medical skills, I'm afraid it won't be cured."

Feng Yuanchen's expression was blank, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

Bu Xing said anxiously: "The county lord explained before leaving, it is necessary to ensure the safety of the prince's life. Since you can't cure the prince, you should do your best to cure it."

Bu Xing suddenly grabbed the military doctor's arm, and his eyes were about to split: "You take a closer look!"

"General, this is really a lack of skills, and the last general will not dare to deceive the general." The military doctor said bitterly, "Besides, the wound of the prince is deep in the heart, and the last general can't stitch the wound together!"

Bu Xing let go of the medic's arm and sat back in his chair in dismay.

Feng Yuanchen didn't seem to hear the quarrel between the military doctor and Bu Xingdi, and kept staring at the top of the tent.

After a long time, Bu Xing suddenly remembered what the military doctor said: "Yes, stitch, stitch, I know who can stitch, I know who can, military doctor, you take care of the prince, I will come when I go."

The military doctor was stunned: "General, where are you going?"

Bu Xing ignored him and walked out.

He hurried all the way back to his residence, secretly shouting Hongxue's name to a snow-white hair.

This is Feng Yuanchen Before they set off, Sheng Zhiyao sent Hongxue to send it, saying that he would take it out to summon Hongxue when he encountered difficulties.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Hongxue to appear in the tent.

"What's wrong? Is something wrong?"

Bu Xing didn't care about answering, but pulled up Hongxue's hair and walked towards Feng Yuanchen's tent.

Hongxue wondered, "What's wrong, why do you look like this ghost?"

Bu Xing briefly told Hongxue about Feng Yuanchen's situation, and then pleaded, "Hongxue, please! Let the county lord come and save the prince!"

"I see." Hongxue nodded, "You get out of the way first, I'll take a look."

Hearing this, Bu Xing hurriedly took a few steps back, letting Hongxue get closer to the bed.

Hongxue squatted down and probed Feng Yuanchen's forehead with her nose. Looking at the wound on its chest again, it frowned and said, "The wound is indeed quite serious, if you let it go, I'm afraid you won't live long."

"Then call the county lord!" Bu Xing suddenly panicked.

"I'm going to call the master, you feed him this pill first, make up some blood, don't master yet, he will die first." Hongxue handed Bu Xing a brown pill.

Bu Xing took the pill and quickly stuffed it into Feng Yuanchen's mouth.

After Feng Yuanchen took the pill, his complexion seemed to have improved slightly, but there was still no sign of waking up, and his breathing was long and even, as if he had fallen asleep.

Bu Xing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, and said to Hongxue, "Thank you, I'll leave it here, you go to the county lord quickly."

"Well, don't worry." The red snow answered, and then turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated.

Bu Xing stood in front of the couch, quietly staring at the man on the couch, and the scene when the two of them fought side by side came to his mind, and his heart was full of mixed feelings.

No matter what Feng Yuanchen's intentions are, in Bu Xing's eyes, he is a respectable friend, at least they have supported each other and worked together over the years.

Now that he is seeing Feng Yuanchen injured and dying, it is impossible for Bu Xing not to feel distressed.

But this pity soon turned to resentment.

Bu Xing gritted his teeth, his hands gradually clenched into fists, although Zi Chu is dead, but there must be the initiator involved in this matter.

He will never let that man go unpunished!

After a cup of tea, Hongxue and Sheng Zhiyao appeared in front of Bu Xing: "How is Feng Yuanchen?"

"I was poisoned before, and then I took the blood tonic medicine given by Hongxue, and now the prince hasn't woken up yet." Bu Xing lowered his head, unwilling to let them see the expression on his face.

"Okay, I see, I'll take a look at the wound first." Sheng Zhiyao lifted Feng Yuanchen's clothes, the knife wound on her chest was hideous and terrifying, the skin and flesh were tumbling, which was shocking, she reached out and pressed the skin near the wound, and pressed it gently, Feng Yuanchen's throat moved slightly.

"Lord Wang......" Bu Xing was overjoyed.

"He can't wake up for the time being, you and Hongxue carry him back to the villa, we need an operation, and we will need your help later."

Bu Xing didn't say a word, immediately picked up Feng Yuanchen, and quickly followed Hongxue back to the small villa.

"Take him to the lab." Sheng Zhiyao said to Hongxue, "Then Hongxue went and brought Meilan Zhuju over."

"Yes." qs

Bu Xingsui didn't know why, but he still obediently followed Hongxue to the basement and put Feng Yuanchen on an operating table.

Hongxue quickly disappeared in place, and after a while, she appeared in the upstairs living room with Mei Lan Zhuju, waiting for Sheng Zhiyao's orders.

"Clean up Feng Yuanchen's room, fill the bathtub with spiritual spring water, and let him lie down after I finish the operation on Feng Yuanchen, and then make some easy-to-digest food, mainly light, and wait for him to wake up and serve him." Sheng Zhiyao said as she walked.

"Yes." The four of them took the order and left.

Sheng Zhiyao went straight to the basement.

Seeing that Bu Xing was standing next to Feng Yuanchen, staring at Feng Yuanchen lying on the operating table without blinking, he frowned.

"You go wash up first, I need a sterile environment, I'll call you later."

"Okay." Although Bu Xing felt strange, he still left obediently.

Hongxue looked around and asked, "Master, do you need help?"

Sheng Zhiyao nodded: "I want to take a little bit of the prince's blood."

Hongxue nodded, "Okay."

Hongxue skillfully handed things to Sheng Zhiyao, and kept telling her what to do.

After a while, Bu Xing washed and came out, changed into clean clothes, and sat anxiously in the living room.

Sheng Zhiyao was already ready and immediately re-examined the wound. A series of tests were done before careful suturing began.

The disappearance of Feng Yuanchen and Bu Xing, the barracks became a pot of porridge, except for the two thousand elite soldiers and personal guards brought by Feng Yuanchen himself, the rest of the soldiers began to rumor that Feng Yuanchen should be dead.

This made the soldiers brought by Feng Yuanchen extremely angry.

But because of discipline, they can only endure it, after all, the prince's implementation of military regulations is there, and there is no forgiveness for disobeying orders, who dares to come nonsense?

However, the news also quickly spread to the capital.

When the emperor heard the news, he was in the imperial study to review the folds, and after hearing the news reported by the chief eunuch Cui Gonggong, he was stunned for a long time.