Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback. The doubt on her face vanished, replaced by a sense of guilt in her heart.

Compared to Su Wanyan's innocence, all his thoughts seemed sordid and despicable.

He looked at Su Wanyan's expression and saw that she seemed completely unaware. He didn't know whether to call this woman stupid or careless.

After a long silence, he finally spoke again, asking, "Did you inflict the injuries on his body?"

"Yes." Su Wanyan didn't deny it. Recalling the scene last night, she said with great emotion, "Last night, I first strangled his neck with a rope, then smashed him hard with a stone. He kept begging for mercy, calling me 'Grandma' and 'Spare my life.' Just because I haven't shown my teeth doesn't mean I'm a pushover. Doesn't he realize who the real master of this palace is?"

After saying that, he raised an eyebrow smugly at Yu Nanqing: "Am I right?"

"..." Yu Nanqing couldn't be happy. At this moment, the Prince's mansion was like a dragon's den and a tiger's lair. It was impossible for a woman like her to do such a thing without danger.

"You should eat something too. I also asked him to call a doctor for you. You need to replenish your strength before the doctor arrives." Su Wanyan propped his head up a little and scooped up a spoonful of porridge for him.

After the previous few times, Yu Nanqing stopped resisting and obediently cooperated when eating.

About half an hour later, Xu Si brought over an old doctor.

The doctor looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a white beard that reached his chest. Su Wanyan, seeing that he was an older doctor, assumed that his medical skills must be decent.

However, Yu Nanqing had been bedridden for a long time, and large bedsores had grown on his back. Some of them had even developed pustules. Even though his former subordinates had come to clean him every three days, it was only a simple cleaning.

So when the old doctor saw the injury on Yu Nanqing's back, he was also shocked.

He immediately opened the first-aid kit, took out tools, and began to disinfect and clean Yu Nanqing's wounds little by little.

Because of the large area of ​​the wound, Su Wanyan started assisting the doctor.

He simply cleaned the pus from Yu Nanqing's back and then used a knife to cut off the necrotic tissue.

Yu Nanqing lay there, facing inwards. Su Wanyan could vaguely see the sweat on his forehead, but she didn't hear him utter a sound.

Su Wanyan wanted to help the doctor by handing him things, but every time she wanted to hand him something, the old doctor would handle it himself with practiced ease.

His methodical approach impressed Su Wanyan.

Su Wanyan squatted obediently beside the bed, watching quietly. The only sound in the room was the stab of a knife cutting into flesh.

Suddenly, Su Wanyan noticed a cloth bundle in the old doctor's medicine box, with the ends of several silver needles sticking out from one end. Her eyes lit up, and she tentatively asked in a soft voice, "Doctor, are these acupuncture needles? May I take a look?"

The old doctor turned around and glanced back: "Oh? Your Highness also knows medicine?"

Su Wanyan gestured half an inch between her thumb and forefinger: "I only know a little bit, I'm self-taught."

The old doctor didn't press the matter further: "Your Highness, please."

Throughout the conversation, the senior doctor never stopped what he was doing, which shows that he was a very experienced physician.

Su Wanyan carefully took out the cloth bag and unfolded it. Inside were silver needles of various lengths, totaling nine types. However, Su Wanyan did not know the purpose of each of these needles.

She pretended to pull out a long needle, glanced at the old doctor, and then at Yu Nanqing. If she inserted two needles into him now, would the [Acupuncture Skill] be unlocked?

They stuck it in his leg; since his leg was paralyzed, he probably wouldn't feel any pain.

Thinking this, he already pointed the needle at Yu Nanqing, pretended to shake it twice, but ultimately did not do it and put the long needle back into the needle case.

Never mind, I'll ask you about it later. This needle hasn't been sterilized yet, and it would be bad if I got an infection.

At this moment, the old doctor was already sprinkling medicinal powder on Yu Nanqing's wound and wrapping it with bandages.

After finishing all this, the old doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve and instructed, "Your Highness, I have treated the Prince's wound. He must rest well from now on. The wound must not get wet. The dressing should be changed every three days. Keep it clean. If anything happens, please call me immediately."

As the old doctor spoke, Su Wanyan listened attentively. When she finished, she asked, "Doctor, could you take his pulse again?"

Yu Nanqing was visibly weak and paralyzed in bed. The old doctor bowed almost without hesitation and said, "Yes, Your humble servant obeys."

These ancient people, so refined and scholarly, even a simple sentence required "obeying the imperial decree."

“No need.” Yu Nanqing’s deep voice drifted from the bed.

“What do you mean no need? Let the doctor take a look. Only after he sees you will I know how to take better care of you.” Su Wanyan said, stepping forward to take his hand and press it down: “Doctor, you hold yours down, and I'll hold his hand down.”

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips and let out a soft sound, whether from exhaustion or pain, she did not resist.

Seeing this, the old doctor quickly stepped forward and took his hand, placing his fingers on the man's pulse. Within seconds, his expression became serious.

"how's it going?"

The old doctor bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Prince's pulse is weak and feeble, indicating not only an unstable heart but also emotional distress and signs of blood stasis. In addition, the Prince is physically weak and his internal and external injuries have not yet healed. I'm afraid..."

The old doctor hesitated and dared not say more.

"Not much time left?" Su Wanyan asked.

That's how it's portrayed in novels and TV shows.

Moreover, Yu Nanqing had vomited blood a few days ago. As a medical student, she naturally knew the circumstances under which someone would vomit blood frequently. Given his long-term illness and the medical technology available today, it was normal for him to not have much time left.

As Su Wanyan spoke, Yu Nanqing, lying on the bed, closed his eyes in despair.

The old doctor's hand trembled, and he hurriedly said, "Your Highness, there is no need to worry. As long as the Prince puts down his burdens and opens his heart, the situation may improve."

Su Wanyan could tell it was just polite talk.

Yu Nanqing suffers from a mental illness. If his mental illness can be alleviated, he can live a little longer. As for the injuries on his body, the old doctor has no good treatment options.

Su Wanyan didn't ask again, "Thank you, doctor. How much does it cost?"

"Huh?" The old doctor didn't react for a moment.

Su Wanyan repeated, "How much money does it cost to see a doctor?"

The old doctor quickly waved his hand: "No, no, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

When treating a member of a prominent family in the capital, the usual reward is a sum of money. The amount depends entirely on the family, but such families are usually quite generous.

But this was the first time the old doctor had ever seen someone ask so bluntly, like Su Wanyan. This was the Prince's mansion; how could he dare to ask for money?

Su Wanyan didn't understand these social niceties; she just thought it was only natural to pay for medical treatment.

How can we not charge money?