"Tell me first, where are the silver needles on your body?" Qiu Yan asked Nineteen.
"On the legs, abdomen, chest cavity, all in the front of the body, there are eleven places in total," Nineteen said, pointing to the locations.
He Jinran watched Nineteen's movements intently. Good heavens, did they have to be so ruthless?
Why should an innocent teenager be framed like this?
Is it simply because he is the emperor's son?
For him, his father's love was a double-edged sword.
The silver needles almost stayed inside his body.
Qiu Yan clenched her fists. With such ruthless methods, the women in the harem must be terrified of her.
"Luckily, it was discovered in time, and no internal organs were damaged," Qiu Yan said thankfully after the examination.
He Jinran also felt fortunate.
She said to He Jinran, "Xiao Ran, let me see your medical skills."
"Me?" He Jinran hesitated.
Is he capable?
"Is there anyone more suitable than you?" Qiu Yan felt that now was the best time to train He Jinran.
What does it mean to apply what you've learned? Now is the time.
"Alright." He Jinran was forced into the situation.
Nineteen was stunned, her mind in a daze, somewhat confused.
In his condition, he would normally have been taken away and abandoned.
He Jinran: "Mother, shouldn't you... leave for a moment?"
Qiu Yan: "In a doctor's eyes, it has nothing to do with gender."
How could she know if Xiao Ran was feasible if she didn't see it in person?
He Jinran forced a smile, then looked at Nineteen, who was even more stiff than him.
"What are you standing there for? Take off your clothes."
He felt that Nineteen must have had great luck in his past life to have met such a good master like him.
No, you can't say that. If he were lucky, he wouldn't have been a suicide soldier.
"Yes." Under He Jinran's instruction, Nineteen began to gradually remove her outer clothes, inner clothes, and trousers, until she was almost completely naked.
Perhaps due to the high fever, his face was completely red at that time.
He Jinran carefully examined Nineteen's body.
Arrow wounds, knife wounds, whip marks, branding marks... crisscrossed, pitted and countless, He Jinran could not bear to look at them.
Truly, there wasn't a single good spot on his entire body.
And he could truly understand why assassins could disregard their own lives.
It's clear that dying is much easier than living.
Qiu Yan had never seen such a cruel form of punishment.
The days ahead for the suicide squad members were worse than death.
Qiu Yan's previous form couldn't see the broken arrow, and said,
"Lie down."
"Yes," Nineteen replied, and instructed them to do so.
After he rolled over and lay face down...
He Jinran's expression froze.
Good heavens, the scars on Nineteen's back are much more severe than those on his front.
In particular, whip marks and branding.
Suddenly, he felt a pang of pity for the assassins before him.
And Qiu Yan...
She stared intently at the arrow in her back, which had wounded her shoulder blade quite deeply.
They really can hold on.
Even if an ordinary person is not infected, the pain would be unbearable.
"How did you manage to hold on until now?" Even though Qiu Yan had treated countless wounded patients, this was the first time she had ever seen such horrific wounds on a suicide soldier.
"If you survive, you live; if you don't, you die." This was the first time Nineteen had discussed such matters with an outsider.
This was also the first time he had experienced what it meant to be born as a human being.
Qiu Yan: The suicide squad relied entirely on their physical abilities.
They were given high-risk orders to carry out.
Moments later, the anesthetic took effect.
The physical sensation was so relaxed that Nineteen felt somewhat uncomfortable.
"Xiao Ran, get the silver needles first."
Retrieving the broken arrow takes too long; let's start with the simpler questions.
"Mmm." For the next while, at Qiu Yan's instruction, He Jinran had Nineteen lie flat again.
He disinfected the wound and the dagger, then, with trembling hands, used the sterilized instruments to cut open the nineteen silver needles.
Then, based on the pain points that Nineteen had previously experienced, they removed the silver needles from his body one by one.
Throughout the entire process, Nineteen watched He Jinran's actions with a calm gaze, as if he were removing a needle from someone else's needle.
By the time all eleven silver needles had been removed, it was nearly dusk.
Treatment, of course, must continue.
In the following time, He Jinran cut open the shoulder blade on the side where the nineteenth wound was located.
The moment the knife cut open, He Jinran's breath trembled.
His shoulder blade was a bloody mess, the flesh rotten.
"Mother, his shoulder blade is broken." He Jinran couldn't bear to look at him.
But in his half-awake state, he felt no pain at all.
Qiu Yan observed that it had shifted slightly, but it was not obvious.
At this moment, she was filled with admiration for Nineteen.
Even in this situation, how can you remain calm and composed?
"First remove the broken arrow, then remove the rotten flesh, and finally set his bones. After that, let fate decide his fate."
Qiu Yan couldn't guarantee that Shijiu would survive.
Her simple and direct words made He Jinran's hands tremble, and made Nineteen feel as if she were in a dream.
Is this how you treat illnesses?
If it's broken, can it be reconnected?
For several days, he thought he was finished.
Previously, if any of their elite soldiers suffered a broken bone, they would undoubtedly be thrown down the mountain to be eaten by wolves by their lord.
“Okay.” He Jinran carefully took out the broken arrow, which was about an inch long.
The rotting flesh hanging from the arrows was a horrifying sight.
Following Qiu Yan's instructions, he removed all the rotten flesh from the nineteenth shoulder blade.
"Mother, how do we fix it?" He seemed unable to do it.
"Let me do it." Qiu Yan took two steps forward and followed He Jinran's movements, starting to reposition the bones and suture the wound.
Throughout the entire process, Qiu Yan remained calm and composed, without changing her expression.
He Jinran, who had previously been uncomfortable, became more composed.
He has an exceptional ability to adapt.
...By the time Qiu Yan finished everything, the bedchamber was already brightly lit.
She was so engrossed in her work that she forgot to eat and sleep, completely unaware that the candlelight in the bedchamber had been turned on.
I don't know, outside the hall, besides Xuanming and the other three,
He Lin remained motionless, observing her movements.
He Lin was gratified that his Jin'er actually knew medicine.
Qiu Yan had no time to be distracted.
Finally, He Jinran found a piece of cotton cloth, made a triangular scarf, and tied it to Nineteen's shoulders, forcing his shoulder blades to be firmly fixed.
At this moment, Nineteen had already fallen into a deep sleep.
In the middle of the night, Qiu Yan instructed Mu Bai and Mu Xiao to keep Shijiu in bed for the next few days and not to move around too much, and to take medicine both internally and externally.
Otherwise, all her efforts today would have been in vain.
Afterwards, she and He Jinran returned to the General's Mansion together.
On the road, Ling Qi and Ling Ba were driving ahead.
Inside the car, He Jinran suddenly thought of something.
“Mother, I found out earlier that Grand Tutor Gao once wrote a letter to the Prince of Qin. The letter contained only three words.”
Qiu Yan: "Which three words?" She thought to herself, two deceased people can't cause any big waves.
He Jinran: "Zongri Palace!"
"Zongzi..." Qiu Yan suddenly remembered that His Majesty had invited her to watch the dragon boat races on the river.
He Jinran: "Are the King of Qin and Grand Tutor Gao in cahoots?"
Qiu Yan: "There's a problem."
He Jinran: "I also think there's a problem."
Qiu Yan: "Does your father know?"
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