Sure enough, as the Mongolian prince jumped high, completed two perfect rotations in the air, and then fell heavily.
The muscles in both arms of the dance partner who was originally ready to go suddenly spasmed.
At first, the muscles were only trembling very slightly, but later on, the dance partner's face gradually became panicked, and he couldn't even lift his palm with any strength.
The Mongolian prince didn't notice at all. When he fell, his feet landed heavily on the palms of his dance partner, but the palms of his partner went limp.
In the hall where only the drums were beating, a crisp sound of bones was clearly heard, followed immediately by two screams like killing pigs.
The last thing everyone saw was the Mongolian prince's expression changing from pride to horror.
The music stopped suddenly, and the Mongolian envoys who had put their hands in their sleeves and saw the old god in their presence panicked for a moment when they saw this scene.
Wuyangyang's people surrounded the injured Mongolian prince and Mongolian dancers.
Concubine Hua looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief, her face turned pale. She ran to the spot in a panic, but was at a loss for a moment.
The emperor's eyes slowly changed, but he still held Eunuch Gao's hand, stood up slowly, and asked the panicked Mongolian people.
"What's wrong? Did the Mongolian prince accidentally fall to the ground while dancing?"
Eunuch Gao held the emperor's hand while looking in the direction of the Mongolian prince, and finally spoke slightly loudly.
"Yeah, maybe the Mongolian prince didn't believe in evil, didn't listen to Princess Han, and insisted on dancing with a partner who hadn't rehearsed before, so they both fell to the ground."
"Beili has a saying, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer the consequences. Now seeing that the prince is seriously injured, the palm of the dancer's hand was suddenly broken in the opposite direction."
As soon as Eunuch Gao said these words, the Mongolian tribesmen who were originally panicking and even shouting fell silent for an instant.
"This...if I knew that the Mongolian prince would end up in such a miserable state if he didn't listen to advice, I would definitely stop him!"
Eunuch Gao smiled again: "Your Majesty, don't worry, Princess Han is here! She could predict the outcome from the beginning. Although no one listened to her and everyone still looked down upon her, she is finally innocent now."
As soon as Eunuch Gao finished speaking, the Mongolians clearly heard some sarcasm in Eunuch Gao's words. The confidant who had just spoken turned his head and glared at Eunuch Gao.
"What do you mean, don't worry? It's not that something happened to your prince, and you're just gloating about it like this!"
Eunuch Gao's face changed, and his tone became shrill again: "Oh, originally I wanted Princess Han to try her best to cure her, no matter whether it was successful or not, but now looking at the Mongolian tribesmen like this, Princess Han is afraid that We can’t go. Whatever happens to them, they blame it on others!”
When the Mongolian prince heard this, he was still yelling out "ouch", and he was no longer speaking Chinese, but spoke Mongolian as a reflex.
It looked like his tailbone was injured when he fell to the ground.
And the subordinate who was originally accompanying the dancer was actually sweating all over and was so painful that he almost fainted.
After listening to Eunuch Gao's words, Concubine Hua looked at Ji Wanrong, trembling all over.
But the Mongolian confidant is still shouting: "Doctor! We in Mongolia also have doctors, we don't need you quacks to treat us! How can a woman be a doctor! And she comes to treat our prince!"
"If it were told, the prince's reputation would be..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a slap from Concubine Hua.
With a snap, the confidant's face was even twisted.
The confidant covered half of his face and looked at Concubine Hua in confusion.
But Concubine Hua looked down at her brother who was in so much pain that he was dying, gritted her teeth and said, "Apologise to Concubine Han!"
The confidant was stunned.
Concubine Hua slapped him hard again: "She is the only lucky star in the capital. She is the most accurate fortune teller and the best at saving people. Are you saying this now because you want to kill your prince?"
The people of the Mongolian tribe all looked in the direction of Ji Wanrong.
Ji Wanrong felt the attention of everyone and sighed in her heart, no matter where she went, there would always be work for her. When will God increase her salary?
While she was thinking, she slowly stood up under the emperor's gaze.
Concubine Hua clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. She listened to the Mongolian prince's wailing close at hand, and softly spoke to Ji Wanrong.
"What happened today is that the Mongols made a mistake. I apologize to you. When Battle wakes up, I will ask him to apologize in person!"
Before Ji Wanrong could speak, she took the initiative to surrender, shocking everyone present.
Prince Duan and Princess Duan stared at their mother and concubine in stunned silence, groveling down to their mortal enemy.
"Yes...I'm sorry! Princess Han, please save the prince!" The Mongolian confidant spoke with two red palm prints.
"Princess, please save the prince! Your medical skills must be very good, your golden words are correct, you are stronger than us!"
All the arrogant Mongolians surrendered to Ji Wanrong at this moment.
When the Han people present saw this scene, they felt a little proud for a moment, and even the expressions of the Mongolians looked sarcastic and arrogant.
Ji Wanrong was the only one who was not arrogant. She must treat this situation now.
But if the tail vertebra is injured or the palm is fractured, it may take a long time to recover.
She first took out ibuprofen from the space and fed it to the two painfully dead people. Then she summoned anesthetics, bandages and boards from the space.
At this moment, the Mongolian prince was still conscious and looked innocent, like a naughty child who had done something wrong.
The Mongolian backup dancer was completely unconscious from the pain. His muscles were spasming continuously, and his two palms were broken in reverse at this moment, losing consciousness and looking like chicken feet.
The effects of ibuprofen and anesthetics relieved their pain a lot, so Ji Wanrong decided to treat the backup dancer who was in a more critical condition first.
Ji Wanrong first calmly asked the people around to disperse, injected an anesthetic into the Mongolian backup dancer, and then pulled his hand in the opposite direction, reset it, and restored it to its original appearance.
"Princess... shouldn't you heal the prince first?" The onlookers lightly questioned.
Ji Wanrong raised his head and smiled at him: "How about you treat me?"
There was a slap and another slap from Concubine Hua, and the man finally fell silent.
The emperor sat quietly on the throne, watching Ji Wanrong reset, fix, and bandage the Mongolian dancer's palm, and there was a little more approval in the depths of his dark eyes.
He then turned his attention to Mo Jiecheng and nodded again.
The empress had a clear view of the emperor's attitude and reaction.
Just after Ji Wanrong finished handling the dancer's hands, a somewhat wind-breaking sound suddenly came from the originally silent hall.
The sound was like a sharp arrow, piercing the air and shooting straight in.
The emperor's whole body shivered, and he saw several long arrows piercing the air and flying towards his front door.
Suddenly, more than a dozen black-clothed assassins appeared outside the palace door, holding long swords in their hands, and suddenly attacked into the hall.
"Come here! There are assassins! There are assassins!"
My ears were filled with the woman’s panicked screams!
