Han Ying was stunned for a second, then nodded respectfully: "Yes."

"Princess, please follow me." She led the way, and Qin Ye followed with a limp.

When Zong Zhengchen saw this, he frowned, stepped forward, hugged her waist, and gently lifted her into the tent.

Outside.

After King Chen entered the tent, many soldiers gathered around Deputy General Hou and said admiringly:

"Master Hou, your martial arts and strength are far superior to Vice General Jiang. You should be the leader."

"Master Hou's martial arts skills are something we admire..."

“That’s amazing…”

Lieutenant General Hou was surrounded by a group of soldiers. Listening to the flattering words, he raised his head slightly, raised his chin, and a hint of pride appeared in his eyes.

His strength is obviously stronger than that of Deputy General Jiang, why doesn't the prince take him seriously?

This is the result of not paying attention to him!

He used his strength to prove that Deputy General Jiang was a waste. Besides, it was normal to get injured accidentally during a competition. Even if the prince was unhappy, he could not punish him.

The position of the president belongs to him!

Inside the tent.

A bloody smell rushed towards me. On the small bed, a hot-blooded young man was lying on his side, his left hand covering his injured right hand. There was a pool of blood on the ground, and four severed fingers were placed on the small table next to him.

He stared at his right hand in a daze. The light in his eyes was dim, like extinguished ashes, gray and full of despair and dead silence.

I heard footsteps and looked up:

“Your Majesty…”

He pulled the corner of his mouth open in silence, turned over and got out of bed, knelt on one knee and saluted:

"I am useless. From now on... I'm afraid I will never be able to follow you again..." He closed his eyes in pain.

"No need to talk so early," Qin Ye fell from the man's arms, walked to the small table, and looked at the four severed fingers carefully, and said,

"Prepare me medicated wine, gauze, scissors and other things immediately."

Deputy General Jiang was stunned for a moment, "Princess, are you going to..."

"Just lie down, and you'll know in a moment." Qin Ye said as he rolled up his sleeves. "Your Majesty, call everyone out. Don't come in and disturb us without my permission."

Han Ying was stunned, "Master, this..."

It is impossible to reattach a severed finger.

Even if the finger is forcibly sewn back with needle and thread, it will become necrotic sooner or later and may infect more parts of the body, causing more serious consequences.

Zong Zhengchen knew that this was impossible to accomplish, but looking at Qin Ye's calm face, somehow, a strange feeling welled up in his heart.

He believed her.

There is no other reason, just unconditional and inexplicable belief...

He immediately took Han Ying out and did not allow anyone else to enter.

Qin Ye walked to the bed, turned his wrist in his sleeve, and took out an anesthetic from the Qiankun bracelet, "Hand."

Deputy General Jiang was stunned, "What is this?"

In his life, he had never seen such a strange round, barrel-shaped thing.

"Needle." Qin Ye said, inserted the tip of the needle into his right hand, and slowly pushed the anesthetic in.

After just a moment, Deputy General Jiang was stunned:

"My hand... doesn't hurt anymore... it doesn't hurt at all... I, wait! Could it be that my whole arm is broken?"

Qin Ye pursed his lips in amusement, "Don't worry, the thing I hate most in my life is that the King of Hell snatches people from me. Without my consent, you can't even snatch a finger."

There was a hint of something in his calm voice, yet it was damn convincing.

Medical skills were limited in ancient times, but the problem of severed fingers is not a problem in modern times. What's more, she holds the Qiankun bracelet, which is filled with the most advanced and best medicines of modern times.

Surgery in progress...