After Zhen Yuan left, Song Shuwan stayed there for a long time before turning around.
The sixth prince was sitting in the barrel sweating profusely. When he saw her turning around, his eyes instantly lit up.
"You're back. I've been soaking for more than half an hour. Can you get up?"
After Song Shuwan nodded, guards immediately came forward and fished the sixth prince out of the barrel.
"How long do I need to soak my legs?"
"Don't worry, it was interrupted for a while before, but now it will take a few days to stabilize before we can continue."
As soon as these words came out, the Sixth Prince turned green: "Miss Song, it's not necessary, is it?"
Song Shuwan came back to her senses, her calm eyes swept over his face, and she suddenly realized something: "What does the Sixth Prince have to do?"
The Sixth Prince's eyes flashed: "What can happen to me? The most important thing now is to follow Miss Song and let Miss Song treat my legs?"
Is that really the case?
Song Shuwan looked at the sixth prince with some doubts in her heart, but the sixth prince's expression was so indifferent that even she had to suppress her doubts.
"I'm here to perform acupuncture for the Sixth Prince. Don't be anxious, Sixth Prince. Since I gave you the words before, I will definitely make the Sixth Prince stand up. The only question is sooner or later."
A forced smile appeared on the Sixth Prince's face. If possible, he would naturally hope to do it as soon as possible, but now...that's all, his legs are in Song Shuwan's hands, so just listen.
After the acupuncture, Song Shuwan thought carefully and felt that she could not delay it any longer. As a prince, the sixth prince had gone too far with her. Even if the emperor didn't say anything now, it didn't mean that it would be the same in the future.
Because of this idea, Song Shuwan returned to the room and began to think about the sixth prince's leg treatment method. It worked before, but it was not enough to achieve the results she wanted.
Changes and strengthening are needed. In addition, some future treatments must be taken into consideration to recuperate the Sixth Prince's body.
It took a long time for Song Shuwan to draw up the recipe. When she looked up, she suddenly found that it was dark outside, the wind was howling and rolling in dark clouds. In an instant, heavy rain poured down, bringing bursts of water vapor.
Song Shuwan walked to the door, looked up for a moment, and sighed in her heart. This was the first rain she saw at the border. She was happy to see it, but she didn't know if it would have any impact.
Just as he was thinking about it, a figure ran towards him at an extremely fast speed.
When Song Shuwan saw it, she immediately retreated into the room, and the man followed him into the room.
"I've seen you, miss. The prince encountered an assassin on his way back to the city. He is now seriously injured and unconscious. Please, miss, please go and save him!"
What?
Song Shuwan's expression changed drastically and she stood up quickly: "Let's go."
The carriage was already waiting outside the inn, and Song Shuwan got on the carriage as soon as she left the house.
About half an hour later, she noticed that the carriage had stopped and went out immediately.
Someone held an umbrella for her, and the group entered Lin Yujun's camp as quickly as possible. At this moment, Yue Cheng came towards her, his rough face now full of worry.
"I've seen little..."
"No need to be polite, where is the prince now?"
Song Shuwan interrupted him, and while asking anxiously, she looked around, where was Pei Huan in the camp?
Yue Cheng's eyes darkened: "It's right in front, please come with me, Miss."
Song Shuwan followed Yue Cheng and as soon as she entered one of the tents, she smelled a strong smell of blood. She looked closely and saw that it was Pei Huan lying on the bed.
The man's eyes were closed tightly. He may have lost too much blood, and the blood stains on his face could not cover the paleness of his face.
Song Shuwan didn't care to think about it. When she came closer, she called Pei Huan softly, but she didn't get a response for a long time.
On the side, Yue Cheng spoke in a low voice: "The prince has fallen into a coma, and he cannot hear Miss Song's words."
Song Shuwan ignored him and called a few more times to make sure Pei Huan really didn't respond, then asked the people around to drag his clothes.
She acted too calmly, even Yue Cheng looked at her with doubts in his heart.
"Ms. Song, don't you need to check your pulse?"
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and then turned her head slightly: "I have to take a look at his injuries first."
Pei Huan was obviously injured. She had to find out the severity of the injury first before considering anything else.
Yue Cheng lowered his head: "I understand."
At this time, Pei Huan's clothes had been taken off. When Song Shuwan saw the wounds on his body, her pupils suddenly shrank.
Only a huge wound was seen, going from Pei Huan's left shoulder to under the ribs on the right side. The wound was rolled and the flesh and blood were hideous.
"When you brought him back, didn't you treat his wounds?"
Song Shuwan suppressed the panic in her heart and tried to steady her voice, but the trembling in her heart could not be concealed.
Several people around her exchanged glances, knowing that she was angry.
A few moments later, Yue Cheng spoke: "As soon as the Crown Prince comes back, I will send someone to look for you, Miss Song. I'm afraid something will happen, so..."
Song Shuwan closed her eyes. She could understand Yue Cheng's caution, but seeing this caution in front of her only made her feel angry.
After a while, Song Shuwan took a deep breath: "As per my request, take..."
She reported a bunch of things, and the soldiers in the camp immediately delivered them.
Song Shuwan carefully inspected Pei Huan's wound, cleaned it first, then applied medicine and sutured it.
As they walked step by step, the atmosphere in the camp became solemn.
Less than half an hour later, Song Shuwan took a few steps back. It was only then that she breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
As long as he continues to cultivate well, Pei Huan should be able to recover soon. In other words, Pei Huan is out of danger at this time.
She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Yue Cheng step forward and ask: "Miss Song, is the Crown Prince's condition safe?"
Song Shuwan turned around, considered for a moment and was about to answer truthfully. Suddenly she remembered something and suppressed the words on her lips. She frowned and said, "The situation is not good."
"What do you mean the situation is not good?"
Yue Cheng's inquiry was a little cautious.
Song Shuwan opened her mouth, then closed it again, and shook her head at Yue Cheng.
Yue Cheng didn't say anything, but all kinds of thoughts went through his mind. When he spoke again, he comforted him: "Miss Song, don't worry. The prince has always been lucky. This injury will definitely not have any impact on him. By the way, in the military There are still some things that need to be dealt with, so I won’t waste time here.”
Song Shuwan twitched the corner of her mouth, and the smile on her face was extremely forced: "Go, I'll watch the crown prince here."
After Yue Cheng left, Song Shuwan walked to the bed and stood there, looking away with a little worry.
Pei Huan, you have to wake up quickly, otherwise...
She didn't dare to think deeply, but she felt that the current situation was dangerous for some reason, but now she was in Lin Yujun's camp, and the only thing she could do was wait.
It was not until noon the next day that Pei Huan woke up from his coma.
