The cellar of the Taiyuan Hospital is still some distance away from the Taiyuan Hospital. It only takes half a stick of incense to reach it if you are fast on foot. Now Wang Bo and I are dragging Pei Yuan, whose limbs are not sound, at least for a stick of incense.
The city gate was knocked open, and the city was on fire. Mixed with the clash of swords and the sound of guards slashing each other, my steps became heavier and heavier.
"Do evil, do evil!"
Wang Bo shook his head sadly, sighed, and lifted Pei Yuan up on his body.
Most wars break out under human passion. Without passion, there would be no struggle. But how could people not have passion?
Like me, I can also be whimsical. One day, God will be wise and turn me into a beautiful woman on the day I turn eighteen. If I can't become a beautiful woman, it would be a good idea to send a martial arts master to open up my Rendu and Du's two veins!
Soon we arrived at the cellar, which was already crowded with imperial doctors. Everyone was busy helping Pei Yuan inside, and Wang Bo quickly closed the door tightly.
The cellar suddenly became dark.
The tip of the nose is lingering with the smell of various herbs, which is a bit strange.
"Is this Mr. Wang Bo?" The voices of other imperial doctors asked from deep in the narrow corridor.
Wang Bo is the head of the Taiyuan Hospital. When someone called him, he quickly replied: "Yes!"
"Master Wang Bo, please come over and take a look. This child is dying!" When he heard that it was Wang Bo, the other party was immediately overjoyed and said quickly: "Light the candle quickly!"
A candle as thick as a little finger was handed to Wang Bo's hand through seven or eight hands. Someone immediately took out a fire stick to help light it. The moment it was lit, the cellar was immediately enveloped in a fluffy halo of light.
This weak candlelight has become the only support for all of us at this time!
“Go check it out!”
The cellar is not too big, but it can accommodate eleven people plus two disabled people at once. Because these two disabled people, we had to stick together.
Wang Bo held the candle and moved forward inch by inch. People on both sides immediately gave way to him, and not a single imperial doctor complained.
"Stop squeezing. If you squeeze the princess, can you old guys afford to pay for it?" A sharp voice broke the silence!
Princess Hanyang?
I took a closer look, and sure enough I saw that the short Hanyang's face was so squeezed by the imperial doctors that his face was deformed!
Wang Bo quickly apologized and said: "A doctor has a parental heart. If someone is injured, you can't watch him die! Princess, please be more patient!"
"Just throw it out. Lying here takes up space! Originally I could still sit, but now I can only stand with you slaves. Is this ridiculous?" Hanyang shouted arrogantly.
Wang Bo kept apologizing and finally squeezed to the end. I followed him and pushed forward, squeezing Princess Hanyang into the corner again.
"How much will it cost if you go out?" Hanyang scolded dissatisfied.
I didn't want to meddle in other people's business. Han Yang is a princess, but she is so unruly and aggressive, and she is still picky under such circumstances.
I squeezed in front of her, glared at her and said, "If you say one more word, I'll cut out your tongue!"
"Who are you?" Hanyang's eyebrows were raised high. Even if he was covered with makeup, he could not hide his willful face.
"Your sister-in-law!"
"Only the queen is my sister-in-law, and all concubines are concubines! You are at most a concubine, or... a concubine given by others! Now you have been abolished again!" Hanyang pushed the imperial doctor in front of him hard and stood.
The imperial doctor in front of her was also in his fifties. With such a push, I almost fell over. I hurriedly supported the imperial doctor. When the imperial doctor stood firm, I waved my backhand without hesitation.
