Dongfang Aoshi was gently placed on the bed..., lying on his head facing down.
He had completely fainted and could not feel anything happened outside.
The imperial doctor and everyone rushed here.
Hot water, clean cloth, and medicine boxes are all delivered in an instant.
The imperial doctor carefully cut open Dongfang's arrogant clothes little by little—
The wounds were also exposed to the fire little by little.
Wenrou saw the complete wound, her face turned pale again, and her body staggered backwards!
She thought the wound would not be too long.
But the truth is not!
That knife directly extends from Dongfang Aoshi's shoulder to his waist.
If you go a little further, Dongfang Aoshi may be split into two pieces!
Gentle looking at the terrifying wound, her body involuntarily began to shake, and her legs were weak.
The manager quickly helped her to the chair and sat down, poured her a glass of warm water.
Wen Lu took it, took a few sips, and felt much better, and her body no longer had a cold.
The imperial doctor nervously cleaned Dongfang Aoshi and sutured the wound.
The needles with silver light, with sheep intestine thread, were stitched around on Dongfang Aoshi's back.
Every needle seemed to be pricked on the gentle eyes, stinging.
This scene is so bloody and terrifying. Gentle hardly dares to watch it. His heart beats fast, and he is thrilling.
But she didn't want to miss any scenes, so she insisted on watching.
Until the imperial doctor treated Dongfang Aoshi's wounds.
"How is he?" asked gentle and woodenly, his voice dry.
"The prince's wound is extremely deep and heals too much, which may endanger life." The imperial doctor hesitated and told the truth. "I have stopped the blood. Can I hold on to it?
Know……"
The imperial doctor's words were like a thunder, slashing straight into the gentle mind.
She sat there stiffly, her hands and feet were cold, her mind was in chaos, and she couldn't think...
After a while, Wen Rou stood up tremblingly, sat down by the bed, and held Dongfang Aoshi's hand-
The originally warm hand lost its original temperature and became as cold as ice.
Gentle's chest shook and his hands clasped tightly.
"He..." Gentleman's throat was pinched, unable to speak, and he swallowed it several times before he could finally say the complete words, "Why was he injured?"
Wuming was silent for a while, "The prince has been recuperating his health these days. After getting a little better, he went to Lan County alone."