Xuan Qianchen's feeling became more and more magical. From the first time Lin Qingwan treated Pozhu to now, he seemed to be slowly believing that this woman really had medical skills, and there were few people in the capital who could surpass her in medical skills. …
After thinking for a moment, Xuan Qianchen suddenly turned to Uncle Kun and said, "Go and send two people to take good care of the princess."
After Uncle Kun left the camp, Xuan Qianchen began to observe Deputy General Shen's situation again.
Recalling what Uncle Kun said about grafting blood vessels, he felt more and more impossible, but the miracle happened right in front of his eyes.
He moved slightly closer to the bed, his eyes fell on Vice General Shen's arm, and his brows moved slightly.
The blood vessels buried under the skin are beating slowly, looking extremely fresh and full of vitality.
For some reason, Xuan Qianchen suddenly felt a little excited in his heart. The corners of his mouth raised up unconsciously, and he just stared motionless.
But what he didn't notice was that Lieutenant General Shen's fingers bent slightly and moved slightly.
Then his brows moved, as if he was having a long nightmare, his lips opened, and he uttered a short and rapid syllable.
Xuan Qianchen immediately retracted his thoughts and turned his gaze to Vice General Shen's face. Under the man's serious gaze, the man on the bed finally slowly opened his eyes.
Lieutenant General Shen only felt that he had had a long dream. In his sleep, a masked man whose face could not be seen clearly was tinkering with him with various objects, pulling him back from the edge of life.
The moment he saw Xuan Qianchen, he felt like something was stuck in his throat, but he quickly woke up and struggled to stand up and salute, "Your Majesty..."
But before this action was completed, Xuan Qianchen pushed him back, "You haven't recovered yet, so don't move around yet."
After hearing this, Vice General Shen noticed where he was now.
He looked at the hanging bottle hanging on his head, slightly confused, then leaned on the back of his hand, and suddenly froze, "Your Majesty, my arm..."
Isn't his arm broken? How could...how could it still be moving?
Xuan Qianchen's expression remained unchanged and his tone was very serious, "Your arm has been healed by the princess."
"What?" Vice General Shen's tone was full of disbelief. He opened his mouth wide and his whole body was stunned for a few seconds.
But he knew that Xuan Qianchen was not someone who would joke about such things.
He subconsciously controlled his arm and found that he could actually exert force, and his dull expression became even more obvious.
"How could it be... Your Majesty, my arm is really healed!" Vice General Shen exclaimed, and his excitement was even more indescribable.
But he soon calmed down, and his eyes fell on Xuan Qianchen, "But Your Majesty, I have only heard of the art of bone setting before, and I have never seen that a broken arm can be restored. How did the princess do it?" ?”
Xuan Qianchen's mind recalled the figure of the woman busy in the camp. If it were in the past, he would probably just let Vice General Shen have a good rest, and he would not have the patience to talk about it.
But for some reason, at this moment, his mouth opened as if out of his control.
"The blood vessels in your entire arm have been broken. She first connected the blood vessels to you, then sewed the inner layer of the skin and finally the surface of the arm."
As he spoke, he pointed to the slightly invisible suture marks, "This is right here. This is the result after she sutured you."
Vice General Shen couldn't move at this moment, so he could only turn his head slightly to look. Seeing that there were only slight marks on his arm, he admired Lin Qingwan even more.
"I didn't expect the princess to be able to do this. I have never heard of it before..." The man murmured, and for a moment he even thought he was still dreaming.
Xuan Qianchen was noncommittal and just patted his shoulder lightly, "You should have a good rest first, and don't worry about anything else."
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Lin Qing slept deeply that night, and the wind blew so hard in the middle of the night that she didn't even feel anything.
In the early morning, the woman still had her eyes closed, sleeping soundly on the bed with a pillow in her arms.
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by Chun Mian's voice.
"Your Majesty, the Princess is not awake yet, otherwise... Your Majesty, please come back later."
Xuan Qianchen came here early in the morning, which Chun Mian never expected. After all, in her heart, her young lady was always bullied, and the prince not only ignored her, but even helped him, and sometimes did it himself.
Seeing the cautious look of the maid in front of him, Xuan Qianchen's brows tightened slightly, feeling some indescribable feelings in his heart, but in the end he persisted, "I, the king, go in and take a look."
"Huh?" Chun Mian was just thinking about how to refuse, but the man had already strode in. In the end, she didn't dare to follow him. She only dared to stand at the door of the tent and pay close attention to the movements in the room.
Looking at the messy sleeping woman, the disgust in Xuan Qianchen's heart suddenly lessened a bit. He was condescending at first, and after a moment of hesitation, he slowly walked towards the bed.
Lin Qingwan's skin was fair and her eyelashes were very long, which was even more clear with her eyes closed at this moment.
His lips were pursed slightly, his breathing was not too loud, and he looked very well-behaved.
Xuan Qianchen recalled how she was busy working back and forth beside Vice General Shen's bed with a scalpel in her hands covered with blood, and then she breathed out softly.
Could it be that this woman is really some kind of monster? Otherwise, why would he take out so many things that he has never seen before, even able to connect blood vessels?
In this era, everything that cannot be explained is called metaphysics. Lin Qingwan suddenly behaved like this. There is no other explanation for Lin Qingwan's behavior except that she is a monster.
The woman moved and changed into a more comfortable position, with half of her cheek pressed on the bed. She looked soft and very cute.
Xuan Qianchen couldn't help but reached out and poked it, and suddenly found that the touch of Lin Qingwan's skin seemed a little different from his own.
It was very smooth, like silk, soft and cold.
After poking it, I couldn't help but reach out and pinch it. Could it be that all monsters feel like this?
But Lin Qingwan was just asleep, not dead. These few fiddles made her wake up from her sleep. Her hazy consciousness dissipated. She slowly opened her eyes, and unexpectedly she met Xuan Qianchen's eyes.
The man had been holding weapons for a long time, so his fingers were slightly calloused, and when he rubbed them on his cheeks, he felt a rough, itchy feeling.
Lin Qingwan subconsciously stepped back and almost immediately jumped up from the bed, her eyes flashing with vigilance, "Why are you here?"
She touched her cheek with her hand, frowned and said, "Why are you touching my face? Xuan Qianchen, I just saved your subordinates, and you are taking advantage of them like this?"
