"Please come here, Prince? Don't you think this is a waste of time? Send the news back to Fancheng from here, and then bring the doctors from Fancheng to come here. I think it will take at least an hour? If my news is correct,
, Prince Fan seems to be seriously injured at the moment, are you sure he still has to wait?" Feng Yu replied seriously, then took out a jade pendant from her sleeve and handed it to Fan Yi, "It's okay if Prince Fan doesn't know me, but he should recognize this person.
A jade pendant, right?”
Fan Yi took the jade pendant and went to report to King Fan.
Feng Yu waited patiently.
After a while, Fan Yi came back and conveyed King Fan's order, "You can go in, but everyone else must wait here."
Feng Yu frowned, then turned her head and said to the secret guard: "You guys wait here." After saying that, she turned back to Fan Yi and asked Fan Yi to lead the way, passing through the soldiers blocking her.
Then he walked towards King Fan, who was surrounded by soldiers on three levels inside and three outside.
King Fan was nearly sixty years old, with a rough face, pale face, and blood all over his body. He was leaning on the trunk of a tree, with a young man behind him holding his shoulders.
Feng Yu had never met King Fan. She only knew his age and general appearance. She also knew that his sword skills were good and his martial arts were also good. Looking at the current situation, the person sitting there covered in blood and being supported should be
There is no doubt that King Fan will.
Feng Yu couldn't help but quicken her pace, walked up to him in three steps and then squatted down quickly to feel his pulse.
Judging from the pulse condition, King Fan was very weak, bleeding excessively, seriously injured, and his life was in danger.
"I'm going to take off your clothes right now and take a look at your wounds. Don't move around." Feng Yu immediately said to Prince Fan who was covered in blood, and then told the man who was supporting Prince Fan, "You and
Hold it up."
The man supporting King Fan, whose surname was "Fan" and whose given name was "Ji", nodded to Feng Yu.
Feng Yu untied Prince Fan's clothes in a few moments, and her movements were obviously gentler when she opened the fabric around the wound.
Outside the encirclement, the secret guards who had been left behind had quickly rushed over and were waiting outside.
King Fan's soldiers brought two jugs of water and a stack of bowls over.
The secret guard declined and refused to drink the water.
King Fan's soldiers put down the water and bowls, turned around and walked away.
The water in the pot silently emits a colorless gas that blends with the air.
The secret guard didn't notice it, nor did he notice it. Of course, it was so silent, colorless and tasteless that no one could notice it.
In the encirclement, Feng Yu, who had untied King Fan's clothes to check his wounds, narrowed her eyes slightly.
Judging from this wound, King Fan should not have shed so much blood.
"What's wrong with the injury?"
When Fan Ji saw Feng Yu looking at King Fan's wound without moving, he immediately asked, with a look of worry on his face.
"No, it's no problem. I'll clean his wound right now. You can ask someone to prepare water and white cloth right away." Feng Yu perfectly concealed the strangeness that flashed in her eyes in an instant, and began to clean Prince Fan's wound carefully.
But he didn't stop thinking in his heart. This wound did not hit the vital point, and it was still about half an inch away from the site of heavy bleeding. It was impossible for it to bleed so much, but there was indeed blood on King Fan's clothes.
When I held it, the blood dripped down like water, and King Fan's pulse indeed showed that he was bleeding excessively. What was going on?
