"Your Majesty? Are you talking about that person who is very good-looking, but can't walk on his legs?"
As soon as Song Shuwan finished speaking, the child in the distance spoke. His words instantly lifted Song Shuwan's sinking heart.
"Yes, he is indeed good-looking, but his legs cannot walk."
The child smiled, pointed to a thatched hut not far away and said, "Uncle Qi sent him to the doctor in the village. It's over there. You can go find him."
Song Shuwan clenched her fingers: "Thank you very much."
As she spoke, she ran towards the thatched cottage, followed closely by Baicao and Feiyuan.
Approaching the thatched house, Song Shuwan asked in a loud voice: "Is anyone home? I am a family member of the person who was sent here before."
"Are you a member of that boy's family? You came just in time to get some medicine."
A hoarse voice fell. As soon as Song Shuwan stood still, there was a piece of paper in her arms. The content was various medicinal materials. She quickly read it, and her eyes flashed with surprise. The combination of medicinal materials in this recipe was really Queen Mother, making the effect more effective.
What's more, is this medicine prescribed for the Crown Prince?
Thinking about it, she quickly handed the prescription to Baicao: "Go and grab the medicine."
Baicao was a little stunned: "Prince Princess, don't you first..."
"Go get the medicine." Song Shuwan raised her voice again, with a bit of sharpness in her tone.
Hearing this, Baicao lowered his head, took the prescription and left quickly.
"Are you the Crown Princess? Whose Crown Princess?"
Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a cane appeared at the door of the thatched house. He looked at Song Shuwan with a sinister expression, and his hand holding the cane tightened significantly.
Song Shuwan's heart sank slightly, and she looked at the middle-aged man warily. There was a faint scent of medicine on the tip of her nose: "I am the eldest concubine of Pei Huan of the Hou Mansion. You should have heard of Pei Huan's reputation."
The middle-aged man's expression suddenly relaxed, and he snorted coldly: "So what? Come in, he is unconscious right now."
Song Shuwan followed her into the house, and then discovered that there were several other people in the house.
At this time, Fei Yuan said: "The Crown Princess, these are the people who will take over the Crown Prince on my behalf."
Song Shuwan heard the words and gave a light blessing: "Thank you for taking care of my heir apparent."
One of the men waved his hand quickly: "Don't say that, we are just keeping people temporarily, but the prince's situation is very bad, you..."
Song Shuwan smiled slightly: "I know, let me go and take a look first."
The middle-aged man on crutches tilted his head slightly: "Do you know medical skills?"
"I'm not talented, I know a little bit."
Song Shuwan said it modestly, and the middle-aged man snorted again: "Okay, then let me see your medical skills."
Song Shuwan didn't care about his words. After seeing Pei Huan, she checked the man's pulse and began to check his body after confirming the situation.
Fei Yuan stood on one side and whispered: "All the secret guards responsible for guarding were killed. I only know that the prince was seriously injured, but the specific situation is not clear."
Song Shuwan narrowed her eyes. There was a very deep sword wound on Pei Huan's chest, which extended from his left shoulder to his heart. The flesh and blood were curled up, and blood could be seen even after it had been treated.
"There are three fatal wounds on his body. In addition to the one on his chest, there are two more on his back."
The middle-aged man's voice came from behind. Song Shuwan pursed her lips and turned around with a frown on her face: "Have you given the prince some medicine? What's in the medicine?"
The middle-aged man leaned on the crutches and could see her thoughts at a glance: "Want to change the dressing? I suggest you don't change it for him. I have spent a lot of effort on that wound, so changing the dressing will be of no use to him."
Song Shuwan also knew the key. She was just asking, but after hearing these words, she stopped thinking: "I wonder what you call me?"
"Han three needles."
Song Shuwan was surprised: "Han three needles? Are they acupuncture needles?"
Han Sanzhen glanced at her: "Besides that needle, what other needles can there be?"
Song Shuwan smiled but said nothing.
"Well."
Suddenly, the person on the bed let out a muffled groan. Song Shuwan quickly turned around and called softly: "Prince? Are you awake?"
In the silence, Song Shuwan frowned and stepped back. She thought for a while and wanted to check Pei Huan's pulse. Before her hand could fall, she stretched out a hand to grab her.
"What does Han Langzhong mean?"
Han Sanzhen looked at Song Shuwan intently: "This prince is my patient right now. Even if you know some medical skills, you shouldn't inquire about his condition."
Song Shuwan broke away from his hand and said calmly: "I just want to check your pulse. Doctor Han, don't worry that I will affect your treatment."
Han Sanzhen snorted coldly and suddenly said: "You are treating his leg, right?"
Song Shuwan tightened her fingers slightly, but her face showed no change: "Yes, is there any problem?"
Han Sanzhen smiled and touched the ground with the crutch in his hand: "There is no problem, but you used the wrong medicine."
Was she taking the wrong medicine?
Song Shuwan frowned and was about to ask more questions when she saw Han Sanzhen turn around and go out on crutches.
"Wait a moment."
Song Shuwan spoke out and was about to chase her out when another voice came from behind. She paused and turned around quickly: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"
Pei Huan struggled to open his eyes: "Yes."
Just one word, but it made Song Shuwan's heart relax. It's good that people can still wake up. Once people wake up, there is hope.
As if he was comforted, Pei Huan closed his eyes again.
Half an hour later, Baicao turned around with the medicine. Han Sanzhen glanced at it and directly ordered Song Shuwan to let her cook the medicine: "I wrote the method of decoction on this paper. Follow the method on it to cook the medicine. You can't make a mistake.
A little bit, do you understand?"
Song Shuwan held the medicine, glanced at Han Sanzhen, a flash of thoughtfulness flashed in her eyes, and then entered the kitchen. Baicao and Feiyuan wanted to follow, but she sent them to Pei Huan.
"The two of you are guarding the crown prince and don't let any accident happen."
Half an hour after the medicine was cooked, Song Shuwan took the medicine to see Han Sanzhen. Unexpectedly, the latter took the bowl and poured out all the medicine with his backhand.
Song Shuwan looked at it, and her heart suddenly tightened: "What does Mr. Han mean by this?"
Han Sanzhen raised his head, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life filled with scrutiny: "What do I mean? I asked you to cook the medicine according to my method, did you do it?"
Song Shuwan nodded: "For half an hour, boil five bowls of water into half a bowl of medicine, and in the middle..."
"Is this half a bowl?"
Han Sanzhen interrupted her, pointed at the bowl and said: "Up to here, it's only half a bowl, and you haven't reached half an hour, let alone what I will follow..."
"boom!"
Before Han Sanzhen could finish his words, a loud noise came from the side.
Fei Yuan stared and slammed the chair on the ground: "My concubine boiled the medicine herself, which is already a favor for you. How dare you be so presumptuous?"
Han Sanzhen's face suddenly darkened, and the atmosphere in the room fell into silence.
Song Shuwan looked at the medicine bowl and then at Han Sanzhen: "Feiyuan, apologize to Dr. Han."
"Apologise." Song Shuwan emphasized her tone and turned around, her frown already showing solemnity.
Fei Yuan was unconvinced: "My slave is right, he is just an ordinary citizen. Even a doctor cannot humiliate the Crown Princess like this, not to mention that you are the emperor's personal concubine."
"Flying Kite!"
This time it was not Song Shuwan who spoke out, but Baicao. She pressed Fei Yuan's head and asked her to apologize immediately.