Qin Zhen and others don't care what the trouble is like in the fourth prince's residence.
Qin Zhen hurried back to the palace with her people. As soon as she entered the door, she told Linglong: "Go to the Qin Mansion and pick up Dr. Murong. Hurry."
Linglong didn't dare to delay, so she turned around and sent someone to the Qin Mansion.
Qin Zhen turned around and held Zhao Qing's arm, carefully leading the person inside. Hu Yafei circled around Zhao Qing like a headless fly, eager to help Zhao Qing, but she was afraid of bumping into him.
In the end, I didn't dare to reach out, but my eyes were getting redder and redder.
Zhao Qing put makeup on his face and looked like a normal person. Nothing was wrong with him.
He first glanced at Hu Yafei, smiled, and said softly: "Stop walking around me, it makes me dizzy."
Hu Yafei suddenly didn't dare to move and could only follow him obediently.
Zhao Qing raised his hand and touched Hu Yafei's head and said softly: "Be good, I'm fine."
Hu Yafei said nothing, but her eyes became even redder.
Zhao Qing sighed, turned to look at Qin Zhen, and said, "They did it so flawlessly, how did you see it?"
Qin Zhen's expression was very cold: "The rouge on your face is thicker than that of Wanyanlou's madam. I'm blind and can't see it."
Zhao Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "It seems that the quality of the rouge in the Fourth Prince's Mansion is not very good, so you can tell at a glance that something is wrong."
"Stop talking," Qin Zhen said angrily, "save some strength. Doctor Murong is not easy to fool. You will suffer the consequences when he applies the medicine later."
Zhao Qing was holding on, but now he had no strength left. Hearing the words, he stopped saying anything and followed Qin Zhen and others into the palace.
Qin Zhen helped him lie down on the bed, first asked someone to give him water, and then wanted to treat his wounds herself.
As soon as her hand touched Zhao Qing's collar, Zhao Qing held her wrist down.
Zhao Qing looked a little tired, and his tone was a little weak: "My good sister, please spare my life! If the prince knows that you undressed me and applied medicine to me today, then he will not kill me?"
"
Qin Zhen frowned: "That's nonsense."
Zhao Qing thought to himself: I'm not talking nonsense, that man's possessiveness is not ordinary, but he himself is scary enough.
Hu Yafei, who had been silent at the side, became brave at this time. He took a step forward and said to Qin Zhen: "Princess, can I try?"
Qin Zhen raised her eyebrows, glanced at Zhao Qing, and said, "Okay, come and try."
After that, he stood up and walked out.
Zhao Qing was stunned for a moment.
Is it appropriate for you to just leave and leave us alone in the same room together?
Before Zhao Qing could shout, Qin Zhen had already closed the door.
Hu Yafei's eyes were red, like a rabbit's.
She reached out to untie Zhao Qing's clothes, but her hand was held down by Zhao Qing.
"Good girl, please spare me." Zhao Qing sighed, looked at Hu Yafei and said, "What do you want me to do with you like this?"
"Just do whatever you have to do!" Hu Yafei lowered his head, his tone a bit stubborn.
"Good boy, stop making trouble," Zhao Qing looked at Hu Yafei and coaxed softly, "If this matter breaks out, it will be bad for your reputation."
"I don't care about that. Let them have their say." Hu Yafei said in a deep voice, "Who are they? Why should I care about their opinions?"
"You, let go, I will look at your injuries. If you refuse, I will go out and spread the word loudly. I don't need anyone else, I will spread it myself."
Zhao Qing: "..."
And you threaten people like this?
Looking at Hu Yafei's stubborn expression, Zhao Qing didn't hold back and let go bit by bit.
He is a normal person, but he is also a bandit with a very despicable background. He has no way to refuse the people he loves to treat him well.
He thought, wouldn't he be the only one in the world who couldn't refuse? He thought, let's indulge this time.
Seeing that he no longer objected, Hu Yafei directly pulled off Zhao Qing's clothes.
As soon as she saw it, Hu Yafei couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and they started falling down.
Zhao Qing's body was covered with gauze. At this moment, the gauze was soaked with blood and turned bright red.
Seeing that the gauze was so thick and soaked through, you can imagine how much blood he lost.
Zhao Qing lowered his head and took a look, thinking in his mind, except for the rouge in the Fourth Prince's Mansion, the hemostatic medicine was also fake and of no use at all.
This damn fake made his girl cry.
Zhao Qing wanted to open his mouth to comfort Hu Yafei and tell her to stop crying, but he was clumsy and was afraid of having the opposite effect, so he had to keep his mouth shut and remained silent.
Hu Yafei quickly regained her composure.
She took a deep breath, carefully removed the gauze, and then used warm water to clean the wounds.
By the time she finished cleaning, the water in the basin had turned red. Zhao Qing's body was covered with numerous wounds, and blood was oozing out.
As soon as they finished cleaning up, the door was pushed open and Murong Yan walked in.
When she glanced at the person lying on the bed, Murong Yan frowned: "Who did you offend? How did you get tortured like this?"
When she got closer and looked at the wound, Murong Yan sneered coldly and said: "The expert's technique will make you feel heartbroken, but it only hurts the flesh. You won't be able to die even if you want to die for a while."
After she said these two words, Hu Yafei's tears fell even more fiercely.
Zhao Qing felt helpless and said to Murong Yan: "Doctor, you'd better give me the medicine first."
Could you say a few less words? If he said a few more words, he was afraid that Hu Yafei would cry dry.
Murong Yan didn't say anything and treated the wound quickly.
She had followed Lou Yan on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang for a long time, and she was already very good at dealing with these injuries.
Not long after, the medicine and bandage were applied again.
This time, the blood didn't penetrate the gauze anymore and it seemed to have stopped.
Murong Yan got up and prescribed a prescription, and sent someone down to get the medicine. After doing all this, she said to Zhao Qing who was lying on the bed: "Although most of them are flesh injuries, they still need to be taken good care of. Don't exercise in the past few days.
Well, be careful of the wound being torn and infected. When the fever develops, you may die."
Zhao Qing: "...It's not that serious, right?"
Hu Yafei, who was weeping silently, was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and said fiercely: "Just do whatever the doctor tells you to do. Where do you get so many opinions? Whether it is serious or not, it is the doctor who has the final say.
It's not you who has the final say."
Zhao Qing: "...Okay, I understand."
Zhao Qing gave in very quickly.
Murong Yan raised her eyebrows slightly and turned her gaze between the two of them, with an expression of sudden realization on her face.
Hu Yafei sniffed, leaned close to Murong Yan, and said softly: "Doctor, please tell me carefully how to take care of his injury. What is good to eat, what are the taboos, and how often to change the medicine..."
