774 Bone setting, Uncle Nine is trying to kill me

At the moment when Feng Qingchen was thrown out by the shadow, the Ninth Prince had every chance to save Feng Qingchen, but he did not do so. Between saving people and killing people, he chose the latter.

The Ninth Prince took advantage of Feng Qingchen to throw him away. Even though he knew that Feng Qingchen would be seriously injured, he did not hesitate at all. While Shadow was slowing down, the Ninth Prince stepped forward and stabbed his sword into Shadow's throat.

"You..." Shadow lowered his head and looked at the sword that pierced his throat. He didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of two such young people.

"The Shadow of the Jinyiwei is nothing more than this. I look forward to the appearance of your commander-in-chief Zhuang Han." The Ninth Prince turned his wrist, and the sword in his hand circled around the Shadow's throat, crushing his entire neck. Shadow closed his eyes and tilted his head. When the Ninth Prince pulled out the sword, he fell to the ground.

The Ninth Prince took the pistol back. He was not at all curious about Shadow's appearance. It didn't matter what a dead person looked like.

The Ninth Prince walked up to Feng Qingchen, bent down and picked her up. When he saw the finger marks on Feng Qingchen's neck, a fierce look flashed in the Ninth Prince's eyes, and he turned and walked out of the woods.

The Ninth Prince knew that the cabin was very dangerous at this time, but Feng Qingchen was injured. No matter how dangerous it was, he had to go there because he had what he needed.

Carrying Feng Qingchen back to the cabin and laying her flat on the ground, the Ninth Prince did not immediately check Feng Qingchen's injuries. Instead, he leaned forward and carefully brushed away the hair and dead leaves on Feng Qingchen's face one by one, revealing Feng Qingchen's somewhat pale face.

The Ninth Prince did not regret it. If he had the chance to do it again, he would still choose to kill Shadow first. Exchanging his own minor injury for the other's death was a very cost-effective deal.

After rubbing his palm on Feng Qingchen's face, the Ninth Prince did not stay for long. He went to the kitchen and dug out a small box from the stove. Inside the box was the medicine he needed.

Thinking of the dirt on Feng Qingchen's body, the Ninth Prince hesitated for a moment and decided to boil a pot of hot water.

To the Ninth Prince, lighting a fire and cooking was a rather terrifying task, and he did not disappoint himself. Before the fire was lit, he cut his palm first. After finally lighting the fire, he almost burned his eyebrows because the fire was too fierce.

The kitchen was very dangerous. The Ninth Prince didn't know how Feng Qingchen didn't hurt herself.

There was a large pot of water. When the Ninth Prince finished boiling it, only a small basin was left. The Ninth Prince returned to the house with the precious hot water and medicine. He took off Feng Qingchen's clothes, wiped her body with hot water, and applied hot water to the bruises on her neck, hoping that it would alleviate the symptoms.

Apart from the injury to his throat, Feng Qingchen did not have any fatal injuries. Feng Qingchen knew very well how to protect his vital parts. After falling from such a high place, he only had a broken hand and a large bruise on his back, but his lungs and ribs were not injured.

The Ninth Prince knew how to set bones, but he always did it for himself. This was the first time he set someone else's bones.

Touching Feng Qingchen's smooth and delicate skin, there was no trace of love in the Ninth Prince's eyes, only heartache, heartache for the injuries Feng Qingchen had suffered.

In the Ninth Prince's memory, there had never been such a thing as anesthesia, and the pain of bone setting was a piece of cake for him, so the Ninth Prince did not take any measures to help relieve the pain. He took Feng Qingchen's hand and set it with a "click".

"Ah..." Feng Qingchen had fainted from the pain before, and now he woke up again. There was a wound on his tongue, and Feng Qingchen had been keeping his mouth closed, pressing his tongue to stop the bleeding. Now, Feng Qingchen screamed and spit out a mouthful of blood, covering the Ninth Prince and himself with the blood, and also tearing the wound on his tongue.

"Feng Qingchen, what's wrong with you?" The Ninth Prince quickly picked up Feng Qingchen and kept wiping the blood from the corners of her mouth, but as soon as he wiped it clean, it flowed out again.

Feng Qingchen gave a bitter smile, shook her head weakly, and opened her mouth again, indicating that she was fine, but just couldn't speak. She didn't want to commit suicide, so of course she wouldn't bite too hard.

As for the pain of bone setting, it would be fine after enduring it. However, the cold sweat on her forehead and her increasingly cold body revealed her current situation. She was not doing well.

"Is your tongue injured? Let me take a look." The Ninth Prince pinched Feng Qingchen's mouth open. Feng Qingchen's mouth was bloody and red, and nothing could be seen. The Ninth Prince took a sip of water, kissed Feng Qingchen's lips, and passed the water in.

If the tongue is injured, pouring water directly into it will definitely make the pain worse. The Ninth Prince fed water with his mouth, just hoping that Feng Qingchen would not feel so much pain.

When the clean water was fed into Feng Qingchen's mouth, it turned into blood when he spit it out. The Ninth Prince fed it to him several times, but the water was still blood red.

The Ninth Prince understood that Feng Qingchen's tongue was seriously injured. Although the wound was not big, it kept bleeding. The Ninth Prince stopped feeding Feng Qingchen water. He took a sip of hemostatic medicine, kissed Feng Qingchen's lips, and held her tongue.

The hemostatic drug came into contact with the wound, and coupled with the force applied by the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen's entire body convulsed in pain.

This is not saving people, this is clearly torturing people.

Feng Qingchen felt weak all over, her hands, mouth, and whole body ached. After being tormented by the Ninth Prince, she felt so painful that she wanted to die. If she had been so exhausted, Feng Qingchen would have pushed the Ninth Prince away.

The Ninth Prince didn't treat her as a patient at all, he treated her completely as a test subject. She was sure that this was the first time that the Ninth Prince saved someone, and he would not take the severity of the situation lightly.

After struggling for a while, the wound on Feng Qingchen's tongue finally stopped bleeding. The Ninth Prince breathed a sigh of relief, laid Feng Qingchen flat, found some wooden boards, fixed Feng Qingchen's broken hand, and turned back to change Feng Qingchen into clean clothes. After doing all this, the Ninth Prince was still not idle, but rubbed the bruises on Feng Qingchen's back.

You have to use force to rub the wound. The Ninth Prince is not a weak scholar, so he hits her hard. Feng Qingchen believes that she has a strong ability to endure pain, but under the ruthless touch of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen still groans in pain and almost bites her tongue again.

After all this trouble, dawn soon came. The two had not slept the whole night. Fortunately, the place they chose was far away from the village, otherwise, if someone heard the humming sound in the house all night, they would be laughed to death.

It was daybreak. Although Feng Qingchen was injured, they had to leave. The people and shadows who surrounded and killed them did not return all night. The Jinyiwei must have known that something happened to them, and they must have sent people by now.

Feng Qingchen was still very weak, so the Ninth Prince decided to carry Feng Qingchen on his back. As for the things in the hut, the Ninth Prince had no intention of packing them up. Of course, he would burn it down after they left.

But they underestimated the efficiency of the Jinyiwei. As soon as they reached the door, they heard the sound of horse hooves...

"People are coming. It looks like we're going to be a step too late." The Ninth Prince returned to the house, put Feng Qingchen back on the bed, and kissed her on the lips: "Take a rest. This king will solve it soon."

Feng Qingchen nodded, took out the pistol with his good hand, and handed it to the Ninth Uncle: "Take this."

"Keep it for self-defense." The Ninth Prince did not take it. This was the thing that Feng Qingchen was protecting.

"I can't use it in my current state. Take it and quickly deal with the people outside. You should know how to use it."

The Ninth Prince thought about it, did not refuse, picked up the gun and walked out...

The Jinyiwei of Xiling really deserve to die!