"After that, you need to rest well and take more medicinal materials or foods that can replenish qi and blood."
The doctor raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead and washed his blood-stained hands in the basin while admonishing.
"What a madman!"
Seeing that Zhao Jin was fine, Mei Geng breathed a sigh of relief and scolded in a low voice.
Zhao Jin raised his eyes and glanced at the eunuch, his eyes so sharp that he was so frightened that Mei Geng took two steps back.
Looking away, Zhao Jin closed his eyes and rested his mind.
Mei Jian regained consciousness, felt embarrassed, and said sharply:
"You just did some useless work!"
"Look, you are injured. Has the prince come to see you?"
"I heard that Mrs. Ning is begging the prince in front, hum!"
Plum Blossom looked disdainful, holding up her orchid and pointing to the door.
"Looking at whether the prince cares about her or not, does he really think he is his wife?"
"There are noble people who make decisions for us, and we only receive a light punishment."
Zhao Jin was fine, and Mei Jian's heart was completely relieved.
Although this meeting caused a big fuss, Zhao Jin only shed a little more blood, and Concubine Yang begged for mercy.
Maybe the people below will be relegated, but he is a general manager after all, and the nobles will definitely protect him.
Thinking of this, Mei Jian became more and more wanton, without any fear.
"We servants..."
Suddenly, seven or eight royal guards broke into the hospital, and the leader was actually the old palace man next to King Liang!
"Why are you here, father-in-law? But what are your orders?"
Before Mei Geng finished speaking, she was already startled and stepped forward quickly with a smile on her face.
"Mei Geng, you are confused!"
After carefully looking at the plum stem, the old palace man sighed, with a look of helplessness on his face.
He looked at Zhao Jin who was lying on the bed in the hospital. He still had his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard him coming.
"Come here! Drag Mei Jian and these cheap slaves who entered the side hall today!"
"Your Majesty has ordered that all those who come into contact with Mrs. Ning and the eldest son in Enxi Palace are from the Yi tribe!"
"All the people who entered the side hall today are from the Yi tribe!"
The old palace man pushed away the plum stems and gave orders sternly.
As soon as the words fell, Mei Geng and others were stunned on the spot until the palace guards came forward to arrest them.
"This! Your Majesty, please spare your life!"
"I beg the prince to let the villain's family go, please spare my life!"
"Noble... Noble, please save the villain!"
"Prince, the villain is wrong, please spare the villain!"
All the captured palace residents struggled, cried, wailed, and even begged Zhao Jin for mercy.
The situation in the side hall in the past seemed to have been reversed. The people begging for mercy were no longer Mrs. Ning and Zhao Jin, but instead became these evil slaves who deceived their master.
Zhao Jin remained unmoved and did not open his eyes.
No matter how hard these palace people struggled, it was of no avail. The palace guards were highly skilled in martial arts and strong, and could easily suppress these palace people until they could not move.
The noisy and crying medical center soon became quiet. The remaining servants in the medical center lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
"King..." The old palace man approached the couch, but was interrupted before he could speak.
"Jin'er!" Mrs. Ning, with the support of the palace attendants, walked into the hospital slightly anxiously.
At a glance, she saw Zhao Jin lying on the couch. Mrs. Ning's eyes were slightly red. She approached Zhao Jin and called out again.
"Jin'er."
"Mom, I'm fine."
Hearing Mrs. Ning's voice, Zhao Jin opened his eyes and comforted her softly.
"I'm sorry for you... son."
"How did you..."
Mrs. Ning swallowed back the second half of her sentence. There were so many people in this medical clinic that it was hard to talk about some things.
When Mrs. Ning saw the strip of cloth wrapped around Zhao Jin's wrist, the tears that had been accumulating in her eyes rolled down. When she almost touched Zhao Jin's wrist with her hand, she suddenly pulled it back.
"mother."
Zhao Jin propped his elbows on the couch, stood up slightly, and sat back on the couch.
"You kid, your hands are still injured, why are you moving? Just do whatever you want and call me mother."
Mrs. Ning quickly stretched out her hand to help Zhao Jin, her tone was somewhat reproachful, but more concerned.
"I'm fine, don't worry, Mom, I just lost some blood."
Zhao Jin shook his head and held Mrs. Ning's hand with his uninjured hand.
After rubbing Zhao Jin's hair, Mrs. Ning calmed down a little, looked at the old palace man and the palace man who helped her over, and said gently:
"Two father-in-laws, if you're troublesome, just leave this to me."
"Ma'am, you are serious."
The old palace man bowed slightly. His status was higher than that of the other palace man, so he took over Mrs. Ning's words.
"If nothing happens, I will leave first and not disturb my wife and the prince's rest."
"Okay, father-in-law, walk slowly."
"Can I leave now?"
After the two palace men left, Zhao Jin glanced at their backs and turned to look at the doctor who had just bandaged him.
"Okay, okay. The prince's injuries are no longer serious. Just be careful on weekdays."
The doctor responded quickly.
"In a moment, I will send someone to deliver the prepared medicine."
After what he had just experienced, the doctor was extremely cautious.
"Don't bother the doctor. Send the medicine to the side hall and we can boil it."
Mrs. Ning declined, her voice soft but firm.
"Here... the little man will send the medicine over in a moment."
The doctor hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
This is fine, they don't need to cook the medicine, and the medical center is less risky.
The couch was not big and relatively short. Zhao Jin's legs touched the ground when he stepped down. He stood up directly and felt dizzy for a while.
When Mrs. Ning saw Zhao Jin standing up immediately, she was so anxious that she reached out to help Zhao Jin.
"Madam, just come here."
The palace servants on the side were sharp-eyed and rushed in front of Mrs. Ning to support Zhao Jin.
Another palace man also cleverly stepped forward to help Mrs. Ning.
Zhao Jin didn't let anyone see that he was dizzy just now, and took a moment to move forward.
Zhao Jin's steps were weak and weak, and his face was pale and his body was thin, which made him look particularly pitiful, which made the doctor feel a little unbearable.
"Mom, let's go back."
"Okay, okay."
Mrs. Ning agreed repeatedly and walked beside Zhao Jin, nervously paying attention to Zhao Jin's condition, for fear that he would not be able to stand or walk steadily.
In fact, when Zhao Jin was a mercenary, he suffered many more serious injuries than this, and he also suffered in worse environments.
Although this body is weak, it does not walk unsteadily and still needs help.
Zhao Jin suppressed the look in his eyes. There were many people in the palace with mixed eyes. This was not a side palace, and every move he made would fall into the eyes of others.
Since the King of Liang punished the palace officials severely because of his injury, Zhao Jin naturally had to make the appropriate gesture.
In the medical clinic, after Zhao Jin and Mrs. Ning left, the doctor whispered to his disciples.
"When delivering medicine to the side hall, I will also deliver some tonics that can replenish qi and blood."
"Master, although the prince punished those people, he never came to visit the prince."
"If the prince doesn't necessarily care about the prince, why should we try so hard?"
The doctor glared at the disciple angrily, "You are just talking nonsense!"
"How did I teach you in the past?"
"We just need to cure the disease and leave the rest alone!" This chapter has been completed!