This was midnight on the third day Feng Liye performed exercises for Mu Yuan to heal his injuries.
He finally vomited a mouthful of blood and fell down.
Feiyun was almost scared to death by him.
"Your Majesty, could it be that Mu Yuan is his brother?"
If he wasn't a brother, who would risk his life to save others?
Chu Fengjin placed Feng Liye on the bench beside him, gave him a needle, and then covered him with a quilt.
"Feng Liye has only two brothers, one of whom is the second half-son of the same father and mother, and the other is the third brother of the same father and mother, Feng Chenmo."
Therefore, Mu Yuan is not.
Feiyun doesn't understand.
"Since you are not your brother, why are you so crazy?"
The consequences of exercising for three days and three nights are not just as simple as fainting from exhaustion.
If you are not careful, your true energy may go backwards and become a demon, or your life may be lost.
The more profound a person's inner strength is, the more dangerous it will be the moment he exhausts all his strength.
If the prince hadn't been here today to protect Prince Li's heart with acupuncture, his wild energy might not have been able to calm down.
What meaning does Mu Yuan have to him after such dedication?
Chu Fengjin didn't speak. He wouldn't say much about things he didn't know clearly.
Feiyun looked at Mu Yuan, who was still breathless on the bed, and his heart sank.
"My lord, it's been five days, and he has no intention of waking up. In the end... can he still..."
Can you wake up?
But I don’t dare to ask.
The prince has tried his best.
However, Mu Yuan was seriously injured and his pulse had stopped when he was brought to the hospital.
It is already remarkable that the prince can bring a dead person back to life.
If he can still wake up, it is indeed another miracle in the medical field! But I don’t know if this miracle really exists.
"I don't know." Chu Fengjin took back the silver needle, took Mu Yuan's pale and weak hand, and began to massage his acupuncture points.
The wounds have healed, and all areas that can be treated have been taken care of.
The most difficult thing to treat was the small injury to the heart.
The long sword penetrated into the chest. Although the heart was not completely destroyed, it stabbed the edge of the heart.
For some reason, there was such a word in his mind: pericardium.
The heart membrane is damaged, whether he can survive or not still depends on the weather.
Also, it depends on his own will.
Even the prince said he didn't know, so Feiyun dared to ask.
There were just some words that I couldn't help but say: "Your Majesty, when the Crown Prince came, he was in a hurry. He seemed to have something important to do."
But Mu Yuan's incident had such a huge impact on the prince that he seemed to have forgotten even that important matter.
Chu Fengjin's long fingers that were massaging Mu Yuan paused slightly.
After that, he continued the work at hand as if nothing had happened, seemingly not taking Feiyun's words to heart.
Feiyun knew the prince's temper and never asked questions about things he was not interested in.
However, he still felt it was inappropriate.
"Your Majesty, the day of tribute has passed. The tribute from Yulong City represented by Miss Chu was stolen. Young Master Murong from the four major families in Yulong City is still unconscious."
"There is news outside that Miss Chu and Master Shizi are spies of the Southern Jin Dynasty. Why doesn't the prince let his subordinates investigate all this?"
The prince is indifferent by nature. Apart from obeying the emperor's orders and guarding various cities, he really has no pursuits on weekdays.
Could it be that the prince is really not interested in anything?
"Also, the ninth princess is missing. My lord, why don't you let your subordinates look for her?"
