"The doctor is here!"
Before Qian Xian could finish his words, he led someone in directly.
The three most critical needles in Mo Rongyan's heart have not yet been withdrawn.
Fu Beixian breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly lifted it up again. The hand holding the sword showed blue veins on the back of his hand.
"Master Fu, get out of the way, the doctor is here!" Through the gauze curtain, Qian Xian's eyes turned to Su Ruotang, who was kneeling beside the bed with her back to them, and anxiously pulled the doctor forward.
Fu Beixian took a step forward, raised the long sword in his hand, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Qian Xian.
With the gleaming sword tip pressed against his throat, Qian Xian suddenly stopped in his tracks, a light flashed in his eyes, and he turned to look at Mo Jinming anxiously, "Your Highness, human life is at stake, and Mr. Fu cannot be allowed to do whatever he wants!"
Mo Jinming stepped into the house unhurriedly and asked knowingly, "Beixian, what are you doing?"
Fu Beixian stared at Qian Xian coldly: "My cousin was assassinated when he came to Xicheng. I will definitely report this matter to Your Majesty and investigate the assassin thoroughly!"
Qian Xian's eyes flashed, and he advised sincerely: "Master Fu, I don't know where these assassins come from, but I will try my best to investigate, and please don't report them yet."
"The top priority is to ask the doctor to treat His Highness. If the treatment is delayed, neither you nor I can bear this responsibility!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Shuya took a step forward, and her slender fingertips touched the tip of Fu Beixian's sword.
Fu Beixian subconsciously wanted to put away his sword, but she caught him.
In an instant, bright red blood overflowed from between his fingers, burning Fu Beixian's eyes red.
He looked at her in panic and distress. He wanted to draw his sword but didn't dare. He could only say urgently: "Miss Gu, what are you doing?"
Gu Shuya lowered her eyes and saw that the back of her fair hand was gradually stained red with blood, and slowly let go of her hand.
Looking at the bone-deep wound in her palm, her long eyelashes trembled, as if she couldn't feel the pain.
Tan Zhixi came back to her senses, held her hand, and her eyes turned red instantly, "Such a big wound, how painful it is!"
A smile appeared on Gu Shuya's lips, and she patted the back of her hand with her uninjured hand, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
In order to take charge of the shogi camp, she suffered more serious injuries than this.
I really don't notice this little injury.
Gu Shuya's gentle voice was like the rain and mist in the south of the Yangtze River, calm and indifferent, "The second prince knows a little bit about medical skills. He temporarily stopped the bleeding from the third prince's wound. The third prince's life is not in danger for the time being."
As she said that, she raised her eyes to look at Qian Xian with a gentle smile in her eyes, but the smile did not reach her eyes. "The third prince has a distinguished status. I am skeptical of this doctor's medical skills."
In short, I wanted to try his medical skills.
The smile on Qian Xian's face faded, and he looked behind the bed curtain again.
Only the third prince's pet boy could be vaguely seen kneeling beside the bed, while the third prince's clothes were torn apart.
As for what the male favorite is doing, I can't tell clearly.
Mo Jinming stepped forward, blocking Qian Xian's sight, and said in a gentle voice full of oppression, "Master Qian, let the doctor bandage Miss Gu first."
Fu Beixian threw away the long sword and looked at Gu Shuya at a loss. The heartache in his eyes was as thick as real, "Gu...Miss Gu...just bear with it..."
Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the doctor's collar and shouted, "Why are you standing there in a daze? Why don't you bandage her quickly!"
The old doctor glanced at Qian Xian, who nodded imperceptibly.
He then put down the medicine box and took out the ointment and gauze. "Miss, I will clean your wound first. It hurts a bit. Please bear with it."
Gu Shuya stretched out her hand nonchalantly.
The old doctor cleans Gu Shuya's wound quickly and applies medicine to bandage it.
Seeing that she, a weak woman, could endure the severe pain of cleaning the wound, a strange color flashed in her eyes.
Fu Beixian's soft sword was forged by his father, Liu Feng, who found the hardest fine iron and asked Dongqi's best forging master to spend five years.
Cutting iron is like clay, extremely sharp.
Gu Shuya grasped it, and the tender palm was instantly scratched, revealing the bone.
When she was cleaning and applying the medicine, her forehead was instantly covered with cold sweat.
But her expression didn't change at all.
Instead, it was Fu Beixian, squatting beside her distressedly,
His facial features were almost wrinkled together, and someone who didn't know it thought it was him who was injured.
Inside the bed curtain.
The three silver needles at Mo Rongyan's heart are the three most critical needles. There is a specific technique for taking out the needles, and they must be taken out slowly and evenly.
If it's too fast or too slow, the cold poison sealed in the Shen Tan Point will instantly erode the heart and the gods will be helpless.
The short arrow in his shoulder did not hit his vital point, so it was not a big problem.
It was mainly the poison on the short arrows that caused the cold poison in his body.
If he hadn't met her, Mo Ronyan would have died tonight at midnight.
Su Ruotang pursed her red lips and concentrated on pulling out the needle.
Gu Shuya held Fu Beixian's sword just to buy her time.
Only a few people around him knew about the cold poison in Mo Rongyan's body.
Those who attacked him must have wanted to test whether he was suffering from cold poison.
Seeing that the doctor had bandaged Gu Shuya, Su Ruotang still had the last half of the needle yet to be taken out.
She bit her lower lip tightly with her small teeth, silently praying that Mo Jinming and others would hold back half a cup of tea.
Her identity cannot be exposed for the time being, otherwise it will be easy to alert the snake.
With a doctor with superb medical skills by his side, the other party will act more cautiously, which is not conducive to their investigation.
The cold poison in Mo Rongyan was not so much the work of the Queen or the Shen family as it was the work of the people behind the business.
Can the poison developed by Poison Lord a hundred years ago be produced? Will the person behind the business have anything to do with Poison Lord?
Su Ruotang's mind was spinning rapidly, and his hands steadily and slowly withdrew the silver needle.
"Your Highness, now you can rest assured and let him diagnose and treat His Highness, right? If we continue to delay, none of us will be able to bear the responsibility if something goes wrong!"
Qian Xian stared at Su Ruotang's back suspiciously and reached out to pull open the bed curtain.
Mo Jinming raised his hand to stop him: "Master Qian, wait a moment, third brother..."
At this moment, Tan Zhixi suddenly looked at him and said, "Your Highness, please lift the curtain and let the doctor diagnose and treat His Highness."
Hearing this, Mo Jinming glanced at Su Ruotang, who still had his back turned to them, and stopped trying to stop him.
The bed curtain was lifted, and Qian Xian couldn't wait to see Mo Ronyan's condition.
Seeing Mo Ronyan's face covered with sweat, his brows furrowed slightly.
Immediately, he ordered the doctor, "Treat the injuries of His Highness quickly."
Su Ruotang continued to cover up with her sleeves, withdrawing the silver needle little by little.
She turned to look at Qian Xian and said in an indifferent voice, "Master Qian, His Highness woke up just now and requested Master Qian to arrest the assassin as soon as possible."
"Otherwise, he will report the matter to His Majesty immediately."
When Qian Xian heard this, his eyes flashed.
Emperor Wu Shun's favorite prince was assassinated in Xicheng. If Emperor Wu Shun knew about this, he would definitely send his confidants to investigate thoroughly.
If they were to find out, all the Lord's hard work over the years would have been in vain.
Thinking of this, Qian Xian took a step back and smiled: "Don't worry, young master, I will lead people to hunt down the assassin."
"This doctor is the most skilled doctor in Xicheng, so he will be left to treat His Highness the Third Prince's injuries."
Mo Jinming didn't refuse and just nodded lightly.
If he refuses again, it will arouse Qian Xian's suspicion.
When Qian Xian passed by the old doctor, he gave him a look.
