Chapter 325 Disgraceful

When pulling out the arrow, Song Yanxi was worried that Mo Jinchuan would bite his tongue, and she hesitated about whether to knock him out.

In the end, she handed the choice to Mo Jinchuan.

He didn't have to say anything, just a look was enough.

Song Yanxi silently handed over a piece of simply polished wood, and said reluctantly: "Your Highness, if the pain becomes unbearable later, bite it and don't hurt yourself."

Without waiting for Mo Jinchuan to refuse, she continued, "There are no outsiders here. Even if the prince shouts at the top of his lungs, it will not affect your heroic image in the slightest.

I'm afraid I'll startle the tall animals and attract hungry wolves to follow the scent."

What she said was not nice, and it could even be said that her attitude was extremely bad.

But when Mo Jinchuan listened, he not only did not show any displeasure, but obediently opened his mouth and bit the wood chip.

His eyes were gentle and harmless, but Song Yanxi felt a burning sensation on the back of her neck, as if he had bitten her instead of a piece of wood.

Coming to her senses, she couldn't help but despise herself in her heart.

She was truly out of her mind. How could she have such reckless and absurd thoughts when he was seriously injured?

It's really despicable!

Song Yanxi calmed herself down and focused all her attention on the treatment.

Since it concerned Mo Jinchuan's life and death, she didn't dare to be careless at all. She was fully focused and didn't even notice when the wound on her palm started to bleed.

Only after the last arrow was pulled out and the wound was carefully applied with crushed herbs did the tense heartstrings finally relax.

Song Yanxi had been kneeling for too long and her legs had lost all feeling. The slightest movement only made her feel itchy and numb, as if countless ants were gnawing at the cracks between her bones.

She hissed softly and dared not move.

When she looked up, she found Mo Jinchuan was looking at her.

His eyes were slightly red, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and there was blood on the wooden block with teeth marks on the ground next to him.

Song Yanxi endured the discomfort in her legs and asked, "Your Highness, were you injured by a splinter?"

The conditions here are limited. Although she had polished the stone wall briefly while he was unconscious, it was still too rough.

Mo Jinchuan adjusted his breathing and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."

From his expression, it was not difficult to see that he was trying his best to endure the pain.

Without any herbal analgesics or even a sip of alcohol, such a severe wound could even kill a person with the pain.

Song Yanxi looked at Mo Jinchuan, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

Just as she was about to speak, she heard his angry voice.

"You dare."

Although the voice was weak, it was very intimidating.

He is worthy of being the god of war who is so powerful on the battlefield that the Liang army is terrified and even the border towns can tremble with just a stomp of his feet.

If you offend him, you will probably suffer the consequences in the future.

Song Yanxi thought so in her heart, but her hands moved decisively and she slapped Mo Jinchuan on the back of the neck.

Perhaps it was because her palm was injured, or perhaps her strength wasn't enough, but instead of knocking him unconscious, her palm only managed to bring out his anger...

Mo Jinchuan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence almost from between his teeth, "Song Yanxi, you are great."

Song Yanxi gave a dry smile and said guiltily, "Your Majesty, you are too kind."

Noticing her raised hand, Mo Jinchuan's face suddenly darkened. Before he could say anything, he felt a pain in the back of his neck and passed out.

Before he lost consciousness, he heard Song Yanxi gasp.

This silly girl, with such genuine strength, doesn't even feel the pain in her hands.

In fact, Song Yanxi looked at her bloody palm and regretted it so much that her intestines turned green.

She had only heard people say that military generals had thick skin and could withstand much more attacks than ordinary people, but she had never seen it with her own eyes.

Now that I see it, it is indeed so.

Even though he had become delicate and fit during the past two years in Beijing, and at first glance looked like a handsome scholar who couldn't carry anything with his shoulders or hands, his physique was still not to be underestimated.

Song Yanxi gritted her teeth and endured the pain to apply medicine to the wound on her palm. She then went to the cave entrance to drink some rainwater before returning to sit next to Mo Jinchuan.

Just these few simple steps consumed a lot of her energy. As soon as her back leaned against the stone wall, her eyelids felt so heavy that she couldn't lift them up.

"No, I can't sleep."

Song Yanxi frowned and muttered, pinching her thigh hard.

The pain made her more awake.

But when she woke up, she realized something even more terrifying.

Because at this moment, except for her mind which was still clear, she could not open her eyes at all, and her hands seemed to be tied up and it was extremely difficult for her to even move her fingers.

The last time she had this feeling was when she followed her master down the mountain to practice medicine. Because they missed the village on the way and got caught in the rain, they developed a high fever that night.

When I woke up, I felt exactly the same as I do now.

Fortunately, someone came to her house in the middle of the night to seek medical help, and the master realized something was wrong, so she was lucky enough to survive.

It was from that time that she gradually understood the true meaning of "a doctor should not treat himself".

The Valley of Divine Doctors is thousands of miles away from here. Even if the old man is really a genius, he probably won’t be able to come and save her a second time.

Before she fainted, Song Yanxi seemed to hear Yan Qing's voice.

She was saying, "Xier, wake up, don't sleep."

Next, Song Xubai called out to his sister anxiously.

Yan Yichuan's gentle yet dignified voice also said: "My dear Xier, you are too tired. Come to your grandfather."

Her grandmother, who always loved her, also said, "Grandma's sweetheart, come home quickly. Grandma has made your favorite cream puffs."

Several familiar and friendly voices rang in my ears.

In a trance, Song Yanxi returned to the Yan family's backyard.

The warm winter sun hung overhead, and everyone sat around in the yard, where a fire was burning brightly, and the roasted lamb on it gave off an enticing aroma.

Seeing her coming, the older cousin who was busy brushing the dipping sauce looked up at her, his childish face full of surprise.

"Cousin Xi is finally here. We were just saying that you were traveling with the miracle doctor and wouldn't be able to come back before the New Year."

His second cousin next to him complained, "Ever since Cousin Xi went up the mountain, we rarely see each other in a year. I must go to Grandfather and have a good talk with him tomorrow."

"If you are not afraid of being scolded, you can go by yourself. I won't go anyway." The third cousin next to him said embarrassedly.

In this family, except for Old Madam Yan, no one, big or small, is not afraid of Yan Yichuan.

Especially the three brothers, they can be said to have been brought up by him since childhood. Even the eldest grandson of the Yan family, who has always been outstanding in literary talent and is considered a leader among the children of aristocratic families, was punished many times when he was young.

The second cousin's eyes rolled around and fell on Song Yanxi. He chuckled and said, "If we want to deal with our old man, it has to be cousin Xier."

The third cousin quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, that's right, Grandfather loves Cousin Xi the most."

Looking at those familiar smiling eyes, Song Yanxi curled the corners of her lips and said, "I'll go talk to my grandfather, as long as he's willing to see me."

Hearing this, the three brothers said in unison: "Look at what you said. Even if you poke a hole in the sky, grandfather won't blame you."

Yes, how could grandpa bear to blame her?

Song Yanxi's eyes couldn't help but turn red, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't feel any warmth at all.

She jogged along the direction she remembered, and after running for an unknown amount of time, she bumped into Yan Yichuan at the archway.

"Girl Xi."

Just one name made Song Yanxi burst into tears. She shouted "Grandfather" and threw herself into Yan Yichuan's arms.

She heard him sigh, raised his hand and patted her back, and whispered, "Xier, you should wake up."