Chapter 69: Beili Wolf King x Central Plains Prince 5
Qian Zhou was awakened by the pain, and the arrow in his shoulder was pulled out by the military doctor.
The brutality of the means is simply outrageous.
Qian Zhou was so dazed that he felt the blood from his shoulder spurting out into a small bunch.
Just like a high-pressure spray bottle, hiss, hiss, hiss!
The sticky sound of blood and flesh churning made his teeth ache, and he opened his eyes a crack.
My mind went blank with pain and I grabbed the military doctor's hand.
With a click.
Someone dislocated his joint by squeezing him.
[System 052: Ahhh, don't be so rude]
Qianzhou was unconscious and did not respond.
[System 052:......]
The military doctor who treated Qianzhou's wounds was also silent.
He calmly pressed his hand back and took out a sharp knife with a sour face.
He reached into the wound and cut away the pus-oozing, necrotic flesh.
Chizuki: Ah——!!!
His eyes suddenly widened, and he tried to grab the military doctor's wrist while gasping for breath.
I want to ask you if you have cut too much of my flesh.
The military doctor stepped back a long way as if facing a formidable enemy, "Hold him down!"
Fortunately, the most painful part has passed. Compared with the pain of being cut, the pain of applying medicine and bandaging is much less.
But even so, Qian Zhou couldn't bear it.
A trace of water flowed out from under Shura's mask, like cold sweat caused by pain.
Those were Qianzhou's tears.
It wasn't long before he fainted from the pain again.
He slumped over the haystack, his long legs hanging limply on the ground, his calves exposed by his robe showing that he was in excellent proportion.
The leg lines look great too.
After simply treating the most serious wound, the military doctor ordered people to lift Qian Zhou up and walk out.
This cell is dark and smelly. The extent of the wound is so severe that it almost blinds me. I don’t know if the cut was accurate or not.
The military doctor was walking in front and ran into Xiao Jintian head-on.
"Your Majesty." He saluted respectfully.
"Yeah." Xiao Jintian lowered his eyes and looked at Qian Zhou.
Her black hair was disheveled and her white neck was tilted limply.
If he only looked at the neck and body shape, Xiao Jintian would have thought she was a beauty.
It's a pity that he is wearing a Shura mask which spoils the view.
"Why are you still wearing it?" Xiao Jintian asked.
The military doctor glanced at Qian Zhou and said something nonsense:
“He won’t let me pick it.”
Xiao Jintian raised his eyebrows. If a person is still thinking about the mask when he is unconscious, he will definitely look ugly.
He raised his hand, and his fingertips touched the mask.
With the help of the sunlight, he could clearly see the water marks under Shura's mask and frowned slightly.
Why does it sound like you're crying?
He was whipped sixty times without shedding a tear.
Seeing that Xiao Jintian was still reluctant to remove the Shura mask, the military doctor bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, let me do it."
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the side of the mask.
The mask was half opened, revealing just the chin.
Xiao Jintian said, "No need."
Military doctor: “?”
He had no choice but to put the mask back on.
Xiao Jintian just came to confirm that this person would not die for the time being and was not interested in his appearance.
The final outcome is nothing more than death at his hands.
The Third Prince was still thinking about his mask even when he was dizzy. Xiao Jintian thought to himself, it’s ugly, but he also feels inferior.
How can people live like this?
Not wanting to offend her, Xiao Jintian didn't touch it again.
He walked into the cell with his long legs, and his expression did not change when he saw the bloodstains on the haystack.
But when his eyes caught the colorful light coming through the haystack, he frowned and squatted down.
Xiao Jintian took out a sachet from the haystack and put it to his nose and sniffed it.
I quickly identified the box as a medicinal herb for healing, but when I opened it, I found it was empty.
Xiao Jintian licked his teeth and walked out of the cell.
The army has been reorganized, and Xiao Jintian's black horse is waiting for him outside the tent, with a saddle already on its back.
Xiao Jintian looked at Yuan Hao, "Who sent him back yesterday?"
Yuan Hao subconsciously asked: "Him? Who?"
Qian Zhou didn't even call Xiao Jintian a name today or yesterday. He just mentioned "human" and called him "human".
Xiao Jintian suddenly asked "him", or who would send him back, something inexplicably intimate.
Yuan Hao was also stunned.
Xiao Jintian glanced at him sideways, "Who else could it be?"
"Oh, the third prince? He was sent back by two of my men yesterday." Yuan Hao said.
Xiao Jintian's expression remained unchanged, and he said in an elusive tone:
"Your people?"
Yuan Hao nodded.
Xiao Jintian snorted coldly, jumped onto his horse, and left without looking back.
"?"
Yuan Hao silently watched Xiao Jintian's back as he left.
I don’t know what I did to offend him again.
The capital city in the north is far from the battlefield, about eight days' journey away.
When passing by a small town, they would go in to rest. The people of Beili were not afraid of their army.
The food in the house was taken out and distributed, but Xiao Jintian didn't want it and gave it all to his subordinates.
After daybreak, we continued on our journey. The itinerary was tight and there was little time for rest.
Others were fine, but Qian Zhou, the sick man who had been kicked, stepped on and shot by arrows, was completely covered in blood.
After finally arriving in the capital, he fell ill again and was treated by an old doctor in the city.
Tell Xiao Jintian that the third prince was seriously injured, and his internal organs and meridians were blocked by disease.
Even if the injury heals, it will take half a year to recover the lost energy.
Xiao Jintian turned his head and glanced at the person on the bed. "People from the Central Plains are just delicate."
It's just an eight-day march, it's not like we won't treat him.
Who should I see for treatment?
He, Xiao Jintian, hates spoiled people the most.
The hostage Qian Zhou is of great importance. The third prince has a high status in the Central Plains royal family, second only to the crown prince.
Xiao Jintian was worried about leaving him to be watched by others or sent directly to jail.
He simply arranged for the patient to be sent to a side hospital while he was sick and personally asked someone to keep an eye on him.
When Qian Zhou woke up slowly, he coughed violently, almost coughing out his lungs.
"Awake?" Xiao Jintian looked at him.
He sat on a wooden chair like a dragon throne, with his legs crossed.
The leg muscles beneath the fabric show a powerful sense of strength that is visible to the naked eye.
An ordinary person would be lying in bed for three days if kicked by him.
Qianzhou became angry when he thought of this, and in a cold tone, he called the Wolf King's full name.
"Xiao Jintian."
Qian Zhou had a pleasant voice, and when facing the annoying Xiao Jintian, there was a sense of coldness and indifference in his tone of voice.
The invisible confrontation sparked intense sparks.
Xiao Jintian looked at him coldly, "The person is in my hands, and you are still so arrogant."
"Of course, since you're so annoying."
Xiao Jintian paused, "What did you say?"
Qian Zhou leaned on the bed, closed his eyes and did not respond.
No one in the entire Beili dared to speak to Xiao Jintian like this.
Others have always been respectful to the Wolf King, and in Beili, strength is respected.
Xiao Jintian looked at Qian Zhou's current condition. He was so sick that he could be crushed to death with one hand.
"Three days later, you will be my soldiers' sparring partner at the Beilin training ground."
Xiao Jintian is full of ill intentions. He will not show any good face to people he dislikes.
Illness, illness will be cured.
There is no need to recover your vitality if you have damaged it. Just continue grinding after three days.
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