Feng Wuyou heard the sound.

She has a good memory and suddenly remembered that on the day of her wedding, a woman apologized for her brother's recklessness and wished her and Xiao Jinglan a happy marriage.

"It's Yun Chu." Xiao Jinglan saw Feng Wuju's doubts and explained to her softly: "Yun Chu is the daughter of General Changsun, Duke Zhenguo. General Changsun was the deputy general of his father at that time and was a friend of life and death with his father. Concubine Changsun was General Changsun's sister. Yun Chu entered the palace today and should have come to speak with Concubine Changsun."

Yun Qing nodded slightly. She had a good impression of Changsun Yunchu that day when she heard Changsun Yunchu speak. Now that she knows that she is the daughter of a family friend of the Qin Prince's Mansion, she naturally becomes more intimate.

However, I don’t know what accident happened to the ninth prince.

At this time, the emperor had already stepped in and asked anxiously: "Lan'er, what happened? What happened to Xiaojiu?"

Concubine Changsun was already crying like tears. When she saw the emperor coming in, she threw herself into his arms and cried: "Your Majesty, Ze'er fell from the tree. I don't know which damn slave actually put a flower hoe under the tree. Ze'er... just fell on it... Woo..."

The ninth prince is only ten years old and is very lively and active. He is inevitably interested in climbing high and low, but who knew that such a thing would happen.

Speaking of the latter, Concubine Changsun cried so much that she couldn't even speak.

Feng Wuyou also entered the room and saw a boy lying on the bed, unconscious, with blood and blood on his neck, and a piece of iron thing penetrated from the back of his neck, revealing half of the black pointed tip.

This flower hoe is used to clean up miscellaneous leaves. The front end is a rake plow-shaped one by one. It is an iron thorn that penetrates the neck of the ninth prince.

"Don't cry, I brought the Wu divine Doctor, I will definitely be able to save Xiaojiu. Wu divine Doctor, come and have a look..."

The emperor called out anxiously, and Wu Jin hurried forward.

When Changsun Xianfei heard this, he was like a life-saving straw. When he saw Wu Jin coming, he immediately bowed down: "Is it a miracle doctor Wu Jin? Save Wu and Ze'er in my palace..."

Wu Jin hurriedly avoided the side and said, "Caomin will do his best. Please ask the princess to let Caomin see the ninth prince first."

When Changsun Xianfei heard this, she immediately let her go aside, while Wu Jin walked to the bed to start the inspection.

Concubine Changsun Xian stared at Wu Jin nervously, and did not dare to miss every move.

A gentle and gentle woman stood beside her. She was holding Changsun Xianfei and whispering to comfort her.

This is Changsun Yunchu? Sure enough, she looks just like her voice, and she has a natural sense of comfort.

Changsun Yunchu noticed that someone was looking at her, and subconsciously turned around and saw Yun Qing. She nodded kindly and continued to comfort her aunt.

Feng Wuyou turned his attention back to Wu Jin who was inspecting, and saw that Wu Jin had finished the inspection.

"Doctor Wu, how about it?" Concubine Changsun Xian asked, staring at him with her eyes tightly.

Wu Jin avoided the gaze of Changsun Xianfei and said to the emperor: "Emperor, the ninth prince is seriously injured, so the people... Please forgive me for your crime."

"Impossible! Aren't you a miracle doctor? You can definitely save Ze'er!" How could Changsun Xianfei accept that Murong Ze was no longer saved? She pulled the emperor and begged: "Emperor, the miracle doctor must have made a mistake. Please let him take a look again? You ask him to save my Ze'er..."

The emperor's eyes were also red and said, "Doctor Wu, you..."

"Emperor, Cao Min has been cured by illness, but he cannot cure his life. The ninth prince's neck has been penetrated, which has damaged the blood vessels and veins. Cao Min is indeed unable to restore the world."

If Murong Ze could be saved, would he not save him? This is the easiest opportunity to win the emperor's favor.

However, Murong Ze's position fell was too coincidental and it was impossible to save it.

"Mens!" A voice suddenly came from the crowd.

Feng Wuyou walked out of the crowd with big strides and said directly to Wu Jin: "Get out of the way!"

Seeing that Wu Jin was still moving, Feng Wuyou waved it away impatiently and went forward to check Murong Ze's injuries.

Fortunately, as she expected, although the iron pierced through the neck and the amount of bleeding was very large, the major artery was fine. He was in a coma now, just pain and blood loss, but with the amount of blood loss now, there was no way to save him.

"Feng Wuyou, what are you doing!" Lin Feiyu screamed in screaming: "You can't even diagnose an ordinary patient, so how dare you harm the Ninth Prince?"

The emperor was also angry. Wu Jin was a famous doctor in the world. He said that Xiaojiu was helpless. Could Feng Wuyou still save Xiaojiu?

"Feng Wuyou, stop me!"

Feng Wuyou seemed to have never heard the emperor's scolding, and turned around and said, "I want silver needles, white cloth, sharp knife, Ma Fei San, hot water, strong wine, candlelight, and a few mirrors."

"Feng Wuyou, I'm talking to you, haven't you heard it?"

Feng Wuyou finally glanced at the emperor and said, "I can cure the ninth prince, but if the emperor delays it any longer, I can't guarantee it."

The calm expression clearly had strong self-confidence.

For a moment, even the emperor was a little skeptical.

"Aunt..." Changsun Yunchu gently pushed Changsun Xianfei.

Concubine Changsun Xian woke up from a dream and rushed to the emperor and cried, "Emperor, anyway, the miracle doctor Wu said that Ze'er is not good, so let Princess Qin try it. What if... what if Princess Qin can really cure it?"

At this time, anyone who said that Murong Ze could be cured would hold on to it.

The emperor hugged Changsun Xianfei, his eyes flashed repeatedly, and finally said, "Feng Wuyou, Xianfei, I will believe you once. If you can't cure my Xiaojiu, don't blame me for punishing you for deceiving the king."

Murong Ze had already been sentenced to death by Wu Jin. When he arrived at her, he had to be saved, otherwise he would have to be punished?

This logic is ridiculous.

Xiao Jinglan frowned tightly, but heard Feng Wuyou say calmly: "Okay, I will use my head as a guarantee. If the ninth prince cannot be cured, I would rather apologize for death."

Hearing this, the emperor finally nodded.

Almost as soon as he said something to agree, the things Feng Wuyou had just asked were sent over.

Feng Wuyou looked at Changsun Yunchu. She secretly ordered these things. This girl is really a delicate heart.

"Princess, Ze'er, please give it to you." Changsun Yunchu handed her some of the things and whispered: "My lady doesn't have to be too stressed. Even if it can't be cured, my aunt and I will plead for the Queen."

Such a transparent girl can't not have a good impression of her.

Feng Wuyou smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely be cured."

At this time, everyone was surrounded by Feng Wuyou, and Wu Jin seemed to have been forgotten.

His face was full of gloomy and his eyes were staring at Feng Wuyou like a poisonous point.

Could it be that Feng Wuyou can really cure it? It is impossible. The injury is so dangerous. It is necessary to pull out the entire iron thorn from the neck. It has shed so much blood. It is impossible to cure it at all. It is even very likely that the ninth prince will die the moment the iron thorn is pulled out.

He wanted to see how Feng Wuyou could treat it.

Feng Wuyou ordered people to bring many mirrors and then put the candlelight in a specific direction. In an instant, the room was brighter than before, and all the light was finally concentrated on Murong Ze's neck.

Feng Wuyou poured some Mafei powder into the ninth prince, waited for a while, and then started to take action after the medicine was effective.

She first observed the wound carefully for a while, then picked up the knife that had been disinfected with fire and spirits, without blinking, and cut it down with one piece of cake.

"Ah..." Lin Feiyu couldn't help but scream, and immediately accused him: "Feng Wuyou, you dare to murder the prince!"

The neck is a vital thing for people. Feng Wuyou dared to cut the ninth prince's neck with a knife.

"Shut up!" Feng Wuyou shouted sternly.

Fortunately, she often performs battlefield operations in various harsh environments, otherwise the scream just now might make her tremble and lose her correctness.

Various lymphatic blood vessels gather here on the neck. If you accidentally get hurt, the consequences will not be a joke.

The ancients didn't know so much, they only knew that they would pull out arrows and that few people would never die if they were injured in the neck. That's why Wu Jin said that it was impossible to cure it.

But these are just small scenes for Feng Wuyou.

Expand the wound port, determine the location of the foreign object, protect the blood vessels, then hold the exposed tip and pull it out.

The moment the spike was pulled out, blood splattered on Lao Gao. Concubine Changsun could not bear it and fainted directly.

Wu Jin also suddenly widened his eyes. With so much bleeding, he must have injured his important bloodline. Murong Ze will undoubtedly die! He was waiting to see how Feng Wuyou got in the office.

Feng Wuyou, who was closest to the blood, did not blink, and the injury did not hurt the major artery. She knew better than anyone that the blood was just the residual blood in the original blood vessels, and it rushed out due to the change in pressure.

She looked calm and immediately took the liquor to rinse the wound, remove foreign objects, and then asked someone to use the silk thread boiled in water to sew the wounds at both ends bit by bit.

To everyone's surprise, except for the blood sprayed out, Murong Ze's wound did not bleeding anymore. Moreover, after Feng Wuyou's treatment, even the original bleeding was stopped.

But when they saw Feng Wuyou stitching the needle, they were no longer calm.

"She...she actually sewed a needle on someone..."

"This is simply outrageous. Are people objects?"

The ministers pointed and looked at Feng Wuyou as if they were looking at monsters, but Feng Wuyou turned a deaf ear until he sewed the last stitch, applied the best gold-chuang medicine, and wrapped his neck tightly with a clean white cloth. Then he finally straightened his waist and let out a sigh of relief.

"Tonight is a dangerous period, and you may have a fever. You should send a doctor who is good at treating fever to stay here." Feng Wuyou ordered.

"Princess Qin, Ze'er..." Concubine Changsun Xian had woken up at this time and asked in a vain, as if she was afraid that she would understand it wrongly.

"It's alive." Feng Wuyou said indifferently: "As long as there is no continuous fever, there will be no major problems."

In fact, it is best for her to stay here tonight, but she still has to deal with Lin Feixuan. Lin Feixuan rarely has a time to be alone. If you miss this time, you don’t know when you will have a chance next time.

But I was really worried about handing it over to other doctors.

Feng Wuyou thought about it and felt that she could only find that person. Although doing this was suspected of dragging people into the water, that person had also brought disaster to her, and she would return it this time.
Chapter completed!