"You can't move him!" Feng Jiuer quickly walked over and pushed away the guard who wanted to help Zhan Yuheng.
"Moving him now will cause his bleeding to increase dramatically, so don't move!"
The guard wiped his sweat, fearing that the prince would bleed even more because of his random behavior.
But, what to do now?
People have already rushed back to notify the imperial doctors to prepare, but this place is too far from the palace!
"Qingyun, let people clean up this area, draw the tent curtains, and order people to guard it strictly, and don't allow anyone who is irrelevant to come near."
"Tell someone to go to the nearest pharmacy and get me ground notoginseng powder and freshly ground mugwort and agrimony. I need it immediately and in large quantities!"
After Qingyun was stunned for a moment, he immediately nodded and said: "Yes!"
Seeing the long needle in Feng Jiuer's hand fall and land on the prince's chest, Qingyun did not dare to delay and immediately sent someone to get the medicine.
This is still within the imperial city, and there are many pharmacies. However, it takes time to grind it freshly, so there can be no delay.
Mu Mu Yun Gong calmed down the depression in his chest, and then together with the guards, they found a curtain to separate this party.
He strictly guarded himself outside the tent, always paying attention to the surrounding movements to prevent thieves from attacking again.
The number one assassin in Beimu Country was a title given three years ago. Back then, he assassinated the leader of the Demon Cult with one sword. After that, he disappeared for the past three years.
Some people said it was because no one could afford such a high price to hire him out, while others said it was because he was injured when he assassinated the leader of the Demon Cult and had lived in seclusion in the mountains for so many years.
But no matter what, this is the first time Jue Yan has appeared in the world after three years of disappearance.
This time, Jue Yan was dispatched to assassinate Zhan Yuheng, which shows how powerful the people behind this matter are.
Zhan Yuheng did not faint. After being hit by the sword, his consciousness had been a little blurry, but after hearing Feng Jiuer's voice, he began to wake up again.
She came, and now she was by his side, her gentle little hands kept tossing his chest.
She is already a member of the Nine Emperors Uncle. She has been with him for so long and slept in the same bed every night. How can she still be innocent?
He originally thought that they would never meet again in this life, but he didn't expect that today, he was assassinated, and she actually came back to him again.
Even if it's just to save him, at least now, she is really by his side.
He wanted to raise his hand to touch her face, but he didn't dare. Because of his hesitation, his palm gradually lost strength. When he wanted to raise it again, he had no strength left.
Before the medicine arrived, Feng Jiuer could only use needles to seal his acupoints to stop the bleeding, but his injury was indeed a bit serious. Although the sword edge did not hit his heart, the sword energy damaged his heart veins.
If he hadn't been rescued in time, he might have been in danger now!
After a round of injections, Feng Jiuer suddenly took out the short knife from her boots and pointed the tip of the knife at Zhan Yuheng's heart.
"How presumptuous!" The guard at the front rushed over immediately. Qingyun hadn't come back yet. Here, he was the leader.
Seeing Feng Jiuer pointing a knife at the prince's chest, he immediately drew his knife to stop him.
Zhan Yuheng said calmly: "Step back, I... trust her."
The captain of the guard was a little hesitant. After all, the prince had just been assassinated. If this girl was also an assassin, wouldn't it be impossible to save the prince's life?
Feng Jiu'er didn't even look at him. With a slash of the short knife and a tearing sound, the clothes on Zhan Yuheng's chest were completely cut open.
"If I were an assassin, given His Highness's current situation, as long as I don't take action, he would definitely not survive."
The captain of the guard could not refute these words. When he saw her put the dagger back into her boots, he immediately took two steps back, not daring to disturb the girl any more.
It turned out that she just wanted to take off the clothes around the wound of His Highness, and had no ill intentions towards His Highness.
It's just that what happened to His Highness today, I'm afraid everyone is to blame. Now, everyone has become particularly careful.
A small incident made Zhan Yuheng's consciousness clearer.
Looking at Feng Jiuer's fair and pure face, her heart suddenly felt sad: "Since you have always been you, why have you been deceiving me? Why have you been unwilling to face me with the real you?"
Feng Jiuer was completely unable to answer these questions. She was not "she" at that time, and she was not "her" now, nor was she the "she" of the past ten years...
Forget it, it's not easy to even say such convoluted words, let alone make people understand.
In fact, she still doesn't understand why Zhan Yuheng believes that she is the Feng Jiuer in his memory?
But she is a fake!
It's a mess, a mess.
"Your Highness, don't speak yet. Your bleeding has not completely stopped."
But he suddenly grabbed her wrist and became excited: "Jiu'er, tell me why? Why have you been hiding it from me and deceiving me?"
"Your Highness, don't get excited!" Damn it! When this guy got excited, blood came out in large amounts, and it couldn't stop where the acupuncture point sealed with the silver needle just now!
"Your Highness..."
Feng Jiuer looked anxious and administered three more injections, but the blood from his wound still poured out in large amounts and could not be stopped no matter what.
"Your Highness, calm down, your life is at stake, don't get excited."
"Tell me why? Jiu'er, why have you been lying to me?" Zhan Yuheng seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength and still held her hand tightly.
He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain of the wound, his eyes scarlet: "Tell me, why?"
"Your Highness!" Where did so many reasons come from? She didn't even know why, so how could she tell him the answer?
"Tell me..." Zhan Yuheng's fingers were trembling, the wound on his chest was bleeding, and even the last three silver needles had completely lost their effect.
She has rescued so many injured people, but she has never seen anyone who was so injured still be so excited.
Because of the excitement, the blood circulation is too fast and the bleeding really cannot be stopped!
"Because... because I was disfigured. I was really disfigured at the beginning. I felt that I was not worthy of His Highness, so I don't want anything anymore!"
Is this explanation feasible? Can you please stop getting excited?
"Your Highness, please calm down. If you continue to be so excited, I really can't save you."
"Call me Brother Heng." His voice softened, as if he was finally willing to learn to calm down.
The amount of blood coming out of the wound has obviously reduced, and the speed is almost visible to the naked eye.
Feng Jiuer's heart felt hot, and she called out without even thinking: "Brother Heng, put your hands down now, don't move around, and be obedient. I will try my best to save you."
He really let go of her, obedient as never before, and placed his hands by his side, almost completely exhausted.
The last bit of strength supported him to ask the last few questions that were close to his heart: "You and Uncle Nine Emperors... have you... given it to him?"
