Song Shuwan and Pei Huan separated, rested for a long time, and then took Baicao and Taoer to Cunshan Hall. It was approaching the end of July, and there was silence inside and outside Cunshan Hall, which was in sharp contrast to other shops on Zhuque Street.
The weather was hot, and Ding Cunzheng was lying listlessly behind the counter. When he heard the footsteps, he raised his eyelids slightly: "Our medical clinic will not... the Crown Princess today?"
He suddenly paused in the middle of speaking. Ding Cun jumped three feet high and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Prince Concubine, you are really back!"
Song Shuwan smiled slightly, and when Ding Cun came closer, she patted his shoulder: "You have worked hard these past few months."
Ding Cun's heart was filled with sourness: "It's not hard to do things for the Crown Princess. When you return to Beijing this time, you shouldn't go out again in the short term, right?"
He had a hopeful look on his face, which made Song Shuwan want to laugh.
"If nothing else happens, it shouldn't happen in the short term..."
Before she could finish her words, a cry suddenly came from outside the door: "Where is the doctor? Is there a doctor? Come out and save me!"
Song Shuwan turned her head slightly and saw a man in shorts running into Cunshan Hall holding a woman in a red skirt. The latter had her face buried in the man's chest and could not see her face clearly, while the running man had a look of panic on his face.
When the two sides faced each other, several people in Cunshan Hall were a little slow to react. They did not expect that a patient would come in Cunshan Hall, which had been empty for a long time, and they were all stunned for a while.
When the man looked at it, he couldn't control the anger in his heart: "What are you doing standing still? Didn't you see anyone injured? Save people, hurry up and save people!"
Ding Cun reacted with excitement: "Yes, yes, save the person. Come with me and put the person down first."
Song Shuwan pursed her lips and scanned the man with a scrutinizing gaze. She didn't say anything and followed him slowly: "Just turn around."
"yes."
Baicao moved closer to the front and saw the woman's face. Surprise flashed in her eyes: "Concubine, she is Zhen Yuan, the daughter of General Zhenyuan."
The moment the words fell, the man who had just turned around immediately turned back, his face suddenly turned ugly: "Who are you? How do you know Miss Zhen?"
Song Shuwan saw his defensiveness and smiled slightly: "Don't be nervous, I have met her once. In fact, you should also know who I am."
The man subconsciously asked: "Who are you?"
Ding Cun looked surprised: "You don't even know the Crown Princess?"
"You, are you the princess of the Hou Mansion?" the man exclaimed, his already ugly face even more ugly.
Song Shuwan raised her eyebrows, clenched her fingers slightly, and said in a good voice: "If you think my medical skills are not good enough, you can take the person away and find another doctor."
The little princess's behavior caused Cunshan Hall to have no business for several months. Even Song Shuwan's medical skills were doubted by the people in the capital, so she understood the man's thoughts very well.
Unexpectedly, after saying this, the man frowned: "Who said I would take someone with me? It's just right that you are the Crown Princess, so I will leave my lady to you."
After saying that, he turned around and stood in front of the Cunshan Hall.
Song Shuwan was startled, exchanged glances with Baicao, and whispered: "Pay attention to him."
After finishing her words, she raised her voice again: "Ding Cun, close the door for a moment."
"okay."
Ding Cun ran to close the door and at the same time pulled the man at the door into Cunshan Hall.
On the other side, Song Shuwan quickly checked Zhen Yuan's condition and found that she had been stabbed on the right side of her chest. It was only because the blood was flowing that it seemed very dangerous.
"Tao'er, bring me the medicine I gave you."
Tao'er responded, and Baicao on the side quickly held down Zhen Yuan's hands and feet. The moment the powder went down, Zhen Yuan struggled violently, but Baicao was strong and suppressed her.
"Well, you, you..."
Zhen Yuan opened his eyes, sweat from his forehead fell down his face, and he looked very embarrassed.
Song Shuwan looked down at her and said calmly: "I'm trying to stop your bleeding. If you continue to move, the wound will collapse."
Zhen Yuan bit his lip: "I, I know."
She uttered a few words with difficulty and tried her best to relax her body.
Song Shuwan glanced at the wound that was still bleeding, took out the golden needle, and quickly gave Zhen Yuan two needles.
After going back and forth like this for half an hour, Song Shuwan saw the satisfactory result, and then signaled Baicao to retreat: "That's enough, Miss Zhen's wound is quite interesting."
Zhen Yuan closed her eyes. She had lost all her strength to resist the pain, and now only numbness remained.
On the other side, the man noticed the changes here and quickly asked loudly: "Prince Princess, have Miss Zhen's wounds been treated?"
Song Shuwan said "Yes" and handed Zhen Yuan to Baicao and Tao'er to deal with: "Her wound is just an ordinary knife wound, but it has not healed, but there is something wrong with the weapon?"
The man's face darkened: "This is a military matter. Please forgive me for not being able to discuss it in detail with the Crown Princess."
Song Shuwan twitched the corners of her lips: "If it's something in the military, you really can't tell me in detail, but I can stop Miss Zhen's bleeding, but what about the other doctors? If it was other doctors who met Miss Zhen today, then..."
She deliberately stopped talking, and the man subconsciously followed her words and immediately became silent.
After a while, the man asked in a low voice: "The Crown Princess wants to find out the situation and find a way to stop the bleeding?"
Song Shu smiled and said nothing. The man wiped his face, but still insisted not to say: "I'm sorry, Crown Princess, only General Zhen can make a decision on this matter."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan stopped asking and just gave him a prescription: "Let Miss Zhen take care of her for the next few days, and she won't go out until the wound has healed."
"Thank you, Crown Princess."
The man paid the money and left Cunshan Hall with Zhen Yuan and the medicine.
Song Shuwan looked at the retreating figure and frowned unconsciously. She had just returned to the capital and something like this happened. It was really...
Rubbing her eyebrows, Song Shu turned her head and said, "Come here Ding Cun, I will test your medical skills in the past few months."
Ding Cun ran forward with a bitter face: "Prince Princess, please be merciful."
Song Shuwan knocked on his forehead: "Instead of asking me to be merciful, it is better to learn from it. I can tell you that my Song Shuwan's apprentice must not ruin my Song Shuwan's reputation."
After that, Song Shuwan took Ding Cun to test a lot of things. She was pleasantly surprised to find that Ding Cun's foundation was very good. Just as she was about to say a few words of praise, a person suddenly ran in from the door. She looked like she was the secret guard next to Pei Huan.
"I have seen the Crown Princess. The Crown Prince is suddenly ill. Please come quickly."
Song Shuwan was stunned. The day before she returned to Beijing, she checked Pei Huan's pulse. The man's body was recovering very well. How could something happen?
"Where is the prince now?"
The secret guard raised his head and slowly spoke out five words: "Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room."