The Marquis of Zhenbei now lost all of his previous arrogance and looked helpless and panicked. Xu Yi persuaded him to go out, but he did not go out and insisted on staying here.
Fu Cheng and Ba Tou were also guarding here. When they saw Yuan Qing Ling coming, they all got out of the way.
Yu Wenhao's clothes have been untied, and the doctor has bandaged him to stop the bleeding. The bleeding in his abdomen has stopped, but the blood on his thigh is still flowing. Fortunately, the doctor has tied the upper part of his wound, so the bleeding can now be seen.
Not very serious.
However, the bedding and the discarded clothes were all stained with blood.
Yu Wenhaoren was conscious, but he had lost a lot of blood and his face was very pale. He stretched out his hand to hold her wrist and said softly: "I'm fine, don't worry."
Yuan Qingling wiped her tears and looked into his dark eyes, "Well, don't talk."
When her eyes moved to the wound on his leg, she still gasped.
The wound was so deep that the skin and flesh were turned out, and the aorta was right next to it. There must have been a rupture, which caused such severe bleeding. Although it was strangled now, if it was not repaired immediately, the leg would be considered useless.
Moreover, the location of his wound was close to the location where he was injured the first time. If it were just a centimeter or two farther away, he would probably have to chop off all the roots.
Yu Wenhao still took pleasure in the misery, "If the fourth brother is more cruel, you will have to be a widow for the rest of your life."
Yuan Qingling had no intention of joking and could only hold back her tears.
Xu Yi came in and asked the doctor to go out. After hearing Yu Wenhao's words, he looked at the injury and said: "Your Highness, the wound is so close, it will definitely have an impact. Don't be too calm."
Yuan Qingling anesthetized Yu Wenhao and used tweezers to take a cotton ball and disinfect the area around the wound.
She couldn't remember how many times she had treated his injuries, but she couldn't blame him for this. Who would have thought that King An was so crazy that he would kill people when he entered the house.
No one could laugh. Zhenbei Hou squatted on the ground, hiding his face, and his body was trembling.
He almost killed the prince.
Since he came back from Mobei, he has been claiming his merits, and with the concubine Hu entering the palace, many people are praising him, and he has become more and more complacent. He actually knows that once a person swells, something will easily happen. Now he has been granted the title of Marquis, and he is in charge of national affairs.
I kept a low profile as much as possible and tried my best to be frivolous in private, but I didn't expect that I actually got into trouble.
He regretted it beyond measure.
It took almost an hour to take care of the wound on Yu Wenhao's leg. He stitched it and bandaged it, and then treated the wound on his abdomen.
When treating the injury on the back of the leg, Yu Wenhao already felt a lot of pain because not much anesthesia was used, but when he saw Yuan Qingling bursting into tears, he didn't say anything and just gritted his teeth and carried it.
Fu Cheng and others nearby saw such healing techniques and saw Yu Wenhao gritting his teeth to endure the pain, and they couldn't bear it.
Fu Cheng shook his head and sighed, "I guess Prince An will come tomorrow. Sir, do you think you should report it to the Emperor?"
Yu Wenhao endured the pain and said: "Don't stand here anymore, continue to study the confessions and see if you find anything. There is only one truth. As long as the murderer appears, there will be clues."