Feng Ling narrowed her eyes, and the question she was about to ask was instantly stuck. Was it because she was implicated by him? This was not impossible.
But who was it that was so impatient to act?
Seeing Feng Ling pursing her lips and lowering her eyes, as if lost in thought, Qing Yue closed her eyes and exhaled to relieve the dull pain in her shoulder blades.
At this time, Mr. Wang came hurriedly carrying a medicine box.
In the past, whenever someone came to him for something, he would always act very politely. But when he heard that it was the princess who came to him, he instantly returned to his youth and ran ahead of Zhong Wu at the speed of Hot Wheels!
Did you hear that?
The princess wants to see him! She even carries a medicine box with her, so she must want to discuss medicine with him.
He spent the entire night studying the princess's acupuncture techniques, the speed of insertion, the acupuncture points, and the prescriptions she'd prescribed! When he woke up this morning, he felt incredibly energetic and not at all sleepy.
"Princess, the old minister is here."
Old Wang walked into Qin Wan's yard carrying his medicine box. He lowered his voice deliberately, suppressed his excited trembling heart, and knocked on the door steadily.
Fortunately, he was an old man in his sixties, and knocking on the princess's bedroom door was really against the rules.
"Come in."
But the next moment, a deep male voice was heard.
Old Wang was startled and said, "Oh my God, it's the prince's voice."
Immediately, his old face became serious, and he pushed open the door with dignity and walked in.
"This old minister greets His Majesty... His Majesty..." Concubine...
"Mr. Wang, come and take a look at her injuries."
Feng Ling waved her hand to interrupt his salute and spoke.
When Old Wang raised his eyes, he saw the situation clearly. The room was filled with a strong smell of blood. The princess was leaning on the couch, covered with a brocade quilt, but her face was pale and her lips were pale and trembling. There was cold sweat on her forehead. It seemed that her pupils were a little dazed when she looked up at him. This was obviously a symptom of excessive blood loss.
Old Wang stepped forward with a serious face, "Princess, where are you injured?"
"Shoulder blade, pierced by a sharp sword."
Qing Yue gritted her teeth and exhaled heavily with every word she spoke.
Feng Ling on the side had a sullen face and said nothing.
Old Wang's heart skipped a beat. Who had done this sword wound to his shoulder blade? He was terrified, but he dared not ask.
"Princess, I need to see your injuries..."
"Prince Yu, please leave."
Qing Yue did not move, but looked at Feng Ling and spoke.
"Tsk, do you think I'm interested in you?"
With a cold sneer, Feng Ling turned around and wanted to leave, but when he remembered that this woman was stabbed by the assassin because of him, he paused, turned his wheelchair, and said with his back to Qin Wan, "You were injured because of me. I want to hear about your injuries. Don't let this be an excuse to stay with me in the future."
Qing Yue wanted to curse, but she had lost too much blood and was almost fainting from the pain, so she didn't insist on letting Feng Ling go out. Anyway, he had his back turned, so he could stay if he wanted.
Qing Yue pulled down the quilt, and the lining of the wound on her shoulder was completely stained red, which was very shocking.
Old Wang hurried forward and untied the fabric layer by layer, finally revealing the true appearance of the wound.
The bloody wound looked extremely horrifying.
"hiss……"
Mr. Wang took a breath.
The princess was injured so badly.
"Master Wang, disinfect the wound first. Once the blood scabs are gone, the bleeding will definitely stop. Use a silver needle to pierce the Jianjing and Tianzong acupoints to stop the bleeding. Then sew them up and apply the golden wound medicine. Thank you, Master Wang!"
Qing Yue finished her confession quickly and felt completely exhausted. Her vision went dark and she finally passed out.
"Princess, the princess fainted..."
Old Wang shouted twice in shock.
Feng Ling subconsciously turned his head and saw the bloody wound on her shoulder blade at a glance. His handsome and cold face became even gloomier.
"If he fainted, he fainted. Treat his wounds immediately. Why are you yelling?"
Feng Ling scolded.
"Yes, yes."
Old Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was indeed making a fuss out of nothing. He had treated more serious injuries before. It was not because the prince was watching him, and the injured person was the princess he admired very much, so he was overly nervous.
Old Wang calmed down and quickly began to treat Qin Wan. There was no panic on his face at this moment.
In the past, when he treated this kind of sword wound, he would use Ma Fei San to relieve pain, sprinkle Jinchuang Yao to stop bleeding, or burn it with fire. But just now, when he heard the princess tell him to use silver needles to stop bleeding, he did it without hesitation. Sure enough, the bleeding from the wound stopped immediately.
He was even more shocked, but he would not lose his composure again.
From beginning to end, there was no sound in the room, only Qing Yue's slightly heavier breathing.
After about a quarter of an hour, Old Wang finally cleaned the wound, sutured it, sprinkled medicine on it, and wrapped it with gauze. At this time, Qingyue slowly woke up. The fainting was short-lived, the bleeding stopped, and she would be able to wake up after a while.
"Princess, this wound is very deep. You must not touch water for the next two weeks. You need to rest well. The dressing must be changed twice each time, and your diet must be light. This wound will definitely leave a scar. I have some snow muscle ointment that I brought from the palace. You can apply it after the wound heals. The scar should be much less."
Mr. Wang instructed.
Although he knew that the princess in front of him was knowledgeable in medicine and understood all these precautions, and might even be able to make a better scar removal medicine, he still had to show his attitude.
"Thank you, Mr. Wang."
Qingyue thanked her.
She had applied medicine to her wound to relieve the pain, but she still had to clean off the sticky sweat and change her underwear.
"Then Princess, have a good rest. I will leave first."
Old Wang packed up his medicine box, bowed to Feng Ling, and left. As for whether the prince was leaving or not, that was not his business.
"Your Highness, are you not leaving? I need to scrub myself."
When Qing Yue saw that Old Wang had left and Feng Ling was still sitting in the wheelchair without moving, her impatience was almost overflowing from her face, and she immediately shouted to drive him away.
Feng Ling, “……!”
When he wanted to stay here? Wasn't it because he wanted to ask about her assassination?
But seeing her listless look, he suppressed any further questions he wanted to ask, and with a cold face, he said, "Then you should have a good rest. I'll be leaving first. I'll come back later when you're more refreshed to ask about your assassination."
"Um."
Qingyue responded.
Feng Ling had just maneuvered her wheelchair to leave when there was a sudden knock on the door. Zhong Wu's voice rang out from outside, "Your Majesty, Prince You and Princess You are here to visit. They said they have something they want to see the Princess about."
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