Since Ye Fengya is so serious, it seems really unreasonable if she doesn't go and see her. Besides, Leng Rutong still doesn't want to see him in her heart. After all, even if he uses her, they are still on the same boat now.

If Ye Fengya people are gone, it will not be of any benefit to her.

"Manager Zhao, what is the situation of the Seventh Prince's injury?" Leng Rutong walked towards the study where Ye Fengya lived, and asked Manager Zhao.

"When I returned to the imperial concubine, my wounds were seriously worsened. I was already injured. I was unable to move. He was able to return to the mansion to endure the pain. This was also hot and the wounds were already ulcerated. If it was not treated in time, it would be life-threatening. Now it is a high fever and the person is unconscious. I am really anxious to death." Manager Zhao's face was full of sadness.

"The imperial doctor is here, so you don't have to worry. He can still hold me this morning, so it shouldn't be a big deal." Leng Rutong comforted Manager Zhao and stepped into the study.

Ye Fengya's face looked even more ugly than in the morning. His pale face did not reduce his beauty at all, but instead showed a delicate beauty. This is a beauty. The charm it emits can attract people whenever it exudes. Leng Rutong has to admit that Ye Fengya's pitiful appearance touched her.

She sat down and pulled his hand up. Her hands were so hot that Leng Rutong was shocked. It seemed that Manager Zhao was not exaggerating. If this did not cool down, everyone would be burned to death.

She shouted to the imperial doctor with some anger: "It's only one day, why has the fever not yet subsided?" What are these? What are these dogs and imperial doctors? Isn't the imperial doctor the most awesome doctor? He can't even subside the fever. I don't know what it's useful to raise them.

"Damn it, I deserve to die." The imperial physician immediately knelt down, a little helpless. There was no particularly effective way to infect him with the wound. Many soldiers were injured and infected on the battlefield, and basically had to wait for death.

"The Seventh Prince was infected too seriously, and the Wei minister really had no choice."

Leng Rutong heard his words and suddenly remembered that this was in ancient times. In ancient times, wound infection would kill people. They had no particularly good way to get wound infection. What should she do? Leng Rutong vigorously tore open the gauze bandaged by Ye Fengya’s chest.

"The infection of the wound has not been cured. Wouldn't it worsen faster if I wrap it like this?" Leng Rutong was furious. Ye Fengya's completely sexy chest was now ulcerated, which was terrible. If she hadn't seen such wounds on weekdays, she would have vomited.

"Go back to the imperial concubine, Weichen has been cleaned with medicine, but the infection is too serious, Weichen really has no other way."

Listening to the imperial physician's words, Leng Rutong glared at him hard: "There is no other way, you have to try any method, go get the wine."

The servant brought wine and handed it to her in a big bowl. Leng Rutong took the bowl and drank it into her mouth without thinking, and sprayed it on Ye Fengya's chest... She didn't know if this would be useful, but the wound infection must be caused by bacteria, as long as it can be disinfected, it should be fine.

In modern times, diseases can be easily cured, but in this backward ancient times, even great doctors were beyond the reach of the world. This is the price of backwardness.

Leng Rutong sprayed the entire wound and asked the imperial physician: "Is there any medicine to anesthetize people?"

The imperial physician was a little confused when he heard this and asked in confusion: "What is the anesthetic the imperial concubine said?"

Leng Rutong screamed in a terrible voice. In ancient times, there was not even Hua Tuo's Ma Fei Powder. Fortunately, when she was training on the island to survive in the wild, she had read medical books on this. Leng Rutong calmly ordered: "One liter of the turquoise flower, the whole grass turquoise, all Angelica, the fragrant white angelica, and the turquoise cherry blossoms, and one ounce of fried Nanxing. Now hurry up and make it into powder and drink it with wine for the seventh prince to drink it."

The imperial physician heard a trance, but was afraid that the imperial concubine would do something randomly to make the seventh prince worse. He said silly: "Imperial, what are you planning to do?" 13acv.

"Make Mafei San, and then you can cut off all the flesh that was necrotic and germ-related on the seventh prince's chest." Leng Rutong looked at Ye Fengya's chest. Such a good chest cannot be gone like this. Ye Fengya, you have people who are predicting the future. You should know your life and why you suffer such a crime.

At this moment, a servant suddenly called out outside: "Report to the imperial concubine, someone from the palace has sent an order."

Leng Rutong stood up with her sleeves, "It's going to night soon. Now I'm going to pass on the order to let my father-in-law come in, and I have no time to leave." It's really time to come. Ye Fengya is in danger here. It's ironic that his father can still send someone to pass on the order.

After a while, the father-in-law who was delivering the order rolled in and shouted in a sharp voice: "Seventh Princess, prepare to accept the order."

Leng Rutong snorted coldly: "Daddy who sent the order, don't you have eyes? My husband is now unconscious on the bed, and half of his foot has stepped into the coffin. Do you think I'm in the mood to answer the order?"

Her words frightened the room. Manager Zhao hurriedly walked over and pushed her: "Imperial concubine, you can't say this nonsense. No matter what, the imperial edict must be accepted."

Leng Rutong couldn't stand it and rolled her eyes and knelt down: "Speak if you have anything."

Eunuch Fang, who was sent the order, was furious and heard it: "Seventh Princess, what is your attitude? Let the emperor know that your life is not enough."

"Father-in-law, are you here to threaten me or to send the order?" Leng Rutong raised her eyes and looked at him without fear. She thought with her toes, she knew what it was about that stinky emperor coming to send the order now, and it was not the case of Ye Mingzhu, the poisonous woman.

Eunuch Fang used his hands to adapt his temper. This was the first time he had encountered such a frustrated edict, but he also knew that the edict could not have any problems, so he had to sharpen his voice and pronounce the edict: "For the heavens, the emperor, the emperor, the seventh imperial concubine, came to the palace."

After Eunuch Fang finished speaking, he closed the imperial edict and handed it to Leng Rutong: "Seventh Princess, let's go with the slave."

Leng Rutong took the imperial edict and stood up and sneered: "Eunuch Fang seems to be unable to hear people's words? My husband is lying on the bed now and is half dead. To put it bluntly, if he loses it, if I enter the palace, wouldn't he not even be able to send him the last journey?"

Eunuch Fang's face turned blue and purple as she said, and she raised the orchid and said, "You...you...you are going to resist the order."

Leng Rutong smiled at him with a slight smile and said: "Eunuch Fang, you are the hero who is the best person around the emperor. According to the principle, you should be the father-in-law who can see the most. Why can't you see this? If the emperor knows that his son is worried about his life now, is he important to his son or to enter the palace? If I really enter the palace with you now, then you will force me. What mistakes will the seventh prince make? Do you think the emperor blame you or blame you?"

"This..." After Leng Rutong said this, Eunuch Fang also showed disgrace. He was not as determined as just now. Leng Rutong said it was indeed very right. Although the emperor felt sorry for his sister, his son was also important.

"What else? I'll go back to the palace and say I can't enter. If my husband escapes from danger, I will naturally enter the palace. I also told the emperor that if he still thinks he is a father, he will come to see his son. He doesn't feel sorry for his son, and he also expects others to feel sorry for him." Leng Rutong saw that the servant had already brought the matched Mafei San in and spoke up and issued an order to expel him.

After she said that, she turned around and ordered her servants: "Please take the Seventh Prince with wine. The Imperial Doctor is ready to scrape off the bad flesh on the Seventh Prince's chest. Speed."

It has been burned for a day, which means that the wound has been infected for a day. This ancient times was too backward. She was really afraid that Ye Fengya would die from this minor illness, which was not worth it.

After feeding Ma Fei San as she ordered, Leng Rutong retreated. She couldn't bear to see the scene where the imperial physician scraped Ye Fengya's flesh. Ye Fengya's chest was once the place she liked, and it was wide and strong, so that she could rely on, but the beautiful dream was wiped out, but his chest was broken.

Is this God's will? Or is God telling her that Ye Fengya's chest is unreliable?

Leng Rutong leaned against the pillar outside the door, watching the moon slowly climbing into the sky, and another night came. It seemed that these days were not good days. The calendar was in conflict. I was guarding my grandfather yesterday, but today it was Ye Fengya's turn. She just wanted to punish him a little, but who knew that he would be so serious.

Ran Fengli was not good. After half an hour, the imperial physician finally came out and said that all the broken flesh had been scraped clean. Pay attention to whether the seventh prince's burning will fall tonight. If the burning drops, his life should not be dangerous. But even so, Ye Fengya will have to lie in bed for half a month. When the wound on his body heals, he must not let any accidents happen to the wound.

Leng Rutong nodded and said to the Imperial Doctor: "Thank you for your hard work. I'm really anxious to get angry at you, and I hope you won't take it to heart." She began to get angry at him in a hurry. She forgot that this was the ancient and the Imperial Doctor's medical skills were not as good as modern technology.

The imperial physician shook his head: "Don't say that to the imperial concubine. The imperial concubine dared to judge to save the seventh prince, which made me ashamed." He practiced medicine for so long, and the first time he saw someone doing so boldly, and the first time he saw someone really make Ma Fei San. He had heard of this kind of thing before, but it was only in legend.

"It's good if you don't care about it. The Seventh Prince is afraid of something happening again. You can stay in the mansion tonight. Manager Zhao will send the imperial physician to the next room to rest." Leng Rutong said with a smile.

"No, no, no, I should guard the Seventh Prince at night." The imperial physician immediately refused. It was his responsibility to take care of the Seventh Prince. He thought about it and said voluntarily: "But I want to ask the Seventh Prince to agree to something."

"Tell me."

"That...Ma Fei San... Can you let the Imperial Hospital use it..." The Imperial Doctor said embarrassedly, it was a group of Imperial Doctors who believed that they were skilled in medicine, but they were not as good as the Seventh Princess who didn't even understand medical skills.

"Of course." Leng Rutong agreed in one go, but she remembered something and said with a smile: "But I have a condition..."

"Seventh Princess, please tell me."
Chapter completed!