call!

After removing the arrowhead from the Azure Dragon's abdomen, Ye Qingcheng let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Qin Mohan walked over.

Seeing a few beads of sweat on her forehead and a few traces of blood on her pretty face, he raised his arm and used his sleeve to wipe them away for her.

"Your Highness, how are you? Are you alright?"

Ye Qingcheng let out another breath and shook her head: "It's nothing."

"Why don't you take a break?"

"No need, Qinglong's wound needs to be stitched up as soon as possible."

As Ye Qingcheng spoke, she got busy again. First, she used alcohol to wipe away the bloodstains from Qinglong's wound, and then she picked up a needle and thread and carefully stitched it up.

Her movements were skillful and swift, as if she were sewing clothes, the silver needle and thread moving freely back and forth at the wound of the Azure Dragon.

soon.

In just a few breaths, the wound on the Azure Dragon's abdomen was stitched up.

After the wound was treated.

Ye Qingcheng raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then looked up at the wound on Qinglong's chest.

Wait a moment.

She started doing it again.

She picked up a scalpel and carefully made incisions around Qinglong's wound, creating a small opening.

She picked up a pair of special tweezers and first pried open a little bit of the skin and flesh.

hiss!

Qinglong gasped as he felt a slight pain.

Ye Qingcheng glanced at him, then continued to slowly peel back the skin until the wound was almost open enough to reveal the arrow shaft.

She looked at the two servants beside her and told them to come over and hold down Qinglong's hands and feet.

Then, with her slender fingers, she pinched the arrow shaft and pulled it out forcefully.

ah…

As the sword tip was pulled out.

The Azure Dragon, in pain, raised its head and roared, while terrifying blood gushed out like a jet of water.

Upon seeing this, Ye Qingcheng immediately tensed up.

"Quick, Qin Mohan, get me that piece of cotton cloth over there."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mohan quickly fetched the cotton cloth for her.

She took the cotton cloth, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into Qinglong's wound to stop the gushing blood.

Then, with her silver needles in hand, she applied several needles to Qinglong's body to stop the bleeding.

After finishing everything, she felt as if she had just gone through a great battle. Exhausted, she collapsed into a chair, breathing heavily.

"Your Highness, Your Highness..."

Upon seeing this, Qin Mohan, Thirteen, and Butler Wang all shouted in alarm.

Ye Qingcheng raised her hand, exhausted, and waved it to indicate that she was alright.

Then, as if she had rested enough, she sat up again and began to stitch up Qinglong's wounds.

At this moment, Qinglong had already fainted due to unbearable pain.

This way.

Ye Qingcheng stitched up Qinglong's wound quickly and carefully, then wiped it clean with alcohol.

call!

"alright."

Her face showed a hint of fatigue as she parted her lips slightly.

After hearing this, Qin Mohan and Thirteen looked at Qinglong.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with Qinglong...?"

"He's alright, he was just unconscious."

The two nodded after hearing this.

Thirteen said excitedly, "Your Highness's medical skills are truly remarkable. No wonder your reputation as a divine physician has spread throughout the city in just a few years."

Ye Qingcheng glanced at him: "I'd rather not understand than work this hard."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mohan smiled and said, "Even a princess can pretend not to understand!"

After hearing this, Ye Qingcheng glanced at him and said, "Do you think that's possible? I clearly have excellent medical skills, yet I don't use them to save lives. With such a demeanor, wouldn't I be unworthy of being a doctor?"

"I disagree with that. There are countless doctors in the world, but I have never seen many who can truly save lives and care for the common people."

"Yes! Your Highness, you are too kind and compassionate!"

"Sigh! Medical ethics and medical heart... Never mind, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."

"The wounds have all been treated, let's go back! I'm tired."

"good."

Qin Mohan nodded, then instructed the two servants to carry the Azure Dragon back to the Prince's Mansion.

Butler Wang was supporting Thirteen.

Seeing that Ye Qingcheng looked very tired, Qin Mohan picked her up and carried her.

Upon seeing this, Ye Qingcheng tensed up: "Qin Mohan, what are you doing?"

"You're too tired, let me carry you back."

"No need, put me down quickly. Your wound has just been treated, don't tear it open again."

"No, I feel much better now."

"you…"

"Alright, Your Highness, let me carry you! I feel sorry for you because you look so tired."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingcheng felt a surge of emotion. She didn't say anything more, buried her head in Qin Mohan's chest, and let him carry her back to the palace.

After the group returned to the affiliated high school, Qin Mohan did not send Ye Qingcheng back to the Wisteria Courtyard. Instead, he took her to his room and put her on his bed.

At this time.

Ye Qingcheng seemed to be too tired and had already fallen asleep.

After Qin Mohan placed her on the couch, he looked at her, whose face was haggard due to mental exhaustion.

He tenderly kissed her forehead and gently stroked her beautiful face.

A little while later.

He left the house.

The moment he stepped out of the house, his expression changed; his face darkened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes. A chill emanated from his entire body.

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