Because Duanmu Minya's left hand was injured and unable to feel her pulse, Song Yichen had no choice but to climb onto the bed and grab Duanmu Minya's right hand to feel her pulse.
When he climbed over Duanmu Minya's body, the blood stains on the body that exposed half of his back made him frown, because the blood he smelled was thicker from above, and there was a strange fragrance coming to his nostrils.
Song Yichen suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian who was in deep thought with a pair of sparkling eyes. Xuanyuan Qingtian, who was frowning in thought, was too focused and did not see Song Yichen's strange and meaningful eyes.
"Xiao Lin, hurry up and bring a plate of hot water. Butler Lin, please go out. I want to clean the wound on the princess's back."
Song Yichen raised his head and gave orders to the maid Xiaolin, and then waved to Butler Lin and the guard who were waiting aside. Butler Lin and the guard immediately bowed and retreated.
Picking up a pair of small silver scissors and carefully cutting off Mu Minya's coat, Song Yichen's actions finally woke up Xuanyuan Qingtian, who was deep in thought. He suddenly grabbed Song Yichen's wrist, which was about to cut off her coat, and asked in a deep voice.
"what are you up to?"
Xuanyuan Qingtian's sharp eyes were as bright as torches, and he looked at Song Yichen with deep anger, as if he was questioning and angry about what Song Yichen was going to do.
"I want to heal her, what else can I do?"
Song Yichen spread his hands casually and said in a matter-of-fact tone. He was a doctor. Of course he was doing this to heal his wounds. What else could it be?
Although Song Yichen said it casually, his exquisite blue eyes looked straight into Xuanyuan Qingtian's dark and displeased eyes.
I wanted to see some signs in Xuanyuan Qingtian's eyes that he wanted to hide, some signs that Xuanyuan Qingtian himself didn't notice.
"but……"
Xuanyuan Qingtian really wanted to say that Duanmu Minya is a woman and she is also his princess, so this is not a good idea.
But these are extraordinary times, and doctors, in their eyes, are just patients, regardless of gender, so Xuanyuan Qingtian only said one sentence but could not go on.
But he still didn't let go of Song Yichen's hand.
He frowned and looked puzzled, as if he couldn't figure out something, which made people laugh.
Song Yichen raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes flashed with an interesting starlight, and a charming smile appeared on his lips. He looked at Xuanyuan Qingtian with a half-smile and teased.