Deep in the jungle, there are many dangers and people are chasing you.
When she thought of the danger that Uncle Nine Emperors might face, Feng Qingchen felt her heart throbbing. She wished she could put on her wings and fly over.
But... no!
Sighing, Feng Qingchen suppressed the worries in his heart and resignedly took out hydrogen peroxide, normal saline, hemostatic forceps, suture needles, bandages, and medicine.
"Qingchen, what are these?" Donglingzi Chun called Feng Qingchen's name familiarly.
"For dressing wounds."
"Why did you bring these things? Qingchen, did you know that I was injured, so you brought them here specially?" Dongling Zichun is not only familiar with himself, but also very narcissistic.
"Your Highness, Qingchen is a doctor, and these are all medicines that should be carried at all times." Feng Qingchen put on her gloves, picked up the medical scissors, and cut off Dongling Ziluo's sleeves.
The sky was a bit dark, and there was no light in the forest. Feng Qingchen had to get closer, but Dongling Zichun's whole body tensed up and his body felt faintly hot because of Feng Qingchen's approach.
After Feng Qingchen cut off his sleeves, he said to the two guards: "Can you trouble the two elder brothers to collect some firewood to make a fire? I can't see clearly."
Of course the two guards did not dare to make any difference and left immediately.
Feng Qingchen held hydrogen peroxide in one hand and held Donglingzi Chunyou's left arm with the other.
"Hiss..." Dongling Zichun took a breath.
"Your Highness, there will be some pain when cleaning the wound. Please bear with it and don't move." Feng Qingchen said seriously.
"Don't worry, I won't move around." The little bully Dong Ling Zichun nodded vigorously like a puppy.
"If it hurts, just tell me." Feng Qingchen nodded, but his brows furrowed into a "Chuan" character.
It's really troublesome to feel so hot and have a fever.
Feng Qingchen glanced at the guard who was collecting firewood not far away, hesitated for a moment, put the hydrogen peroxide back, and decided to give the prince a fever-reducing injection and an anti-inflammatory injection first.
The warmth on his arm suddenly lost, and Dongling Zichun was a little disappointed, but then he found that Feng Qingchen was holding his right hand, and he became happy again. He didn't even notice that Feng Qingchen was giving him an injection, he just watched.
Feng Qingchen felt her heart bubbling with sweetness.
Dongling Zichun didn't know why, but he felt happy when Feng Qingchen approached him, and felt happy when Feng Qingchen looked at him.
The two guards moved very quickly and lit the fire in a short time. Feng Qingchen began to clean Dongling Zichun's wound.
Without anesthesia, Donglingzi Chun gritted his teeth in pain, but because he promised Feng Qingchen not to move, he held it back and remained motionless, with only tense teeth and blue veins popping out.
Seeing Dongling Zichun like this, Feng Qingchen thought of Lan Jiuqing.
Also without anesthesia, the wound was cleaned and sutured, and Lan Jiuqing was more than a hundred times stronger than the prince. Lan Jiuqing looked light and dusty, as if he was not the one who was injured.
What about this one in front of you?
Kong looks like a military commander, but he can't bear any pain. This prince of some kind looks like a spoiled child.
Feng Qingchen was too lazy to speak, as long as the prince didn't move.
After cleaning the wound by the light of the fire, Feng Qingchen began to thread needles and sew it up.
"Qing, Qingchen, what are you going to do?" Dongling Zichun's teeth chattered when he spoke. You can see from this that he was in so much pain. He had never suffered this kind of pain in his life.
"Stitch it up. Your Highness's wound is too big and needs to be stitched up." Feng Qingchen answered simply.
Suturing is not a very delicate job, but it can be done under current medical conditions.
"Sewing, like sewing clothes?" Dongling Zichun was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He just wanted to talk to Feng Qingchen and endured the pain.
"Yes." Feng Qingchen responded and said to the two guards: "I want to suture His Highness's wound. Please help me hold the Prince down and prevent him from moving."
"I, can't, can't move." Dongling Zichun gritted his teeth and held on.
A manly man is most afraid of being looked down upon.
To save face or suffer the consequences.
Feng Qingchen didn't want to waste his time because of this, so he suppressed the impatience in his heart and persuaded him nicely: "Of course the prince won't move. Qingchen is afraid that his trembling hands will affect the suture, so he also asks the prince for permission."
The two guards are here to help."
Through the firelight, Dongling Zichun could only feel that Feng Qingchen's sweaty face had a hazy beauty. It was so attractive no matter how attractive it was. His soft voice of comfort made Dongling Zichun lose his mind.
He just nodded blankly.
The two guards were ordered to follow Feng Qingchen's request. One held down Dongling Zichun and the other fixed his left arm. Feng Qingchen used pliers to tighten the skin and inserted a needle.
"ah……"
Dongling Zichun screamed, his whole body trembling. The two guards were frightened, but Feng Qingchen was cold-blooded: "Hold him down."
He didn't even look at Dongling Zichun, he only focused on tightening the skin and flesh of the wound and sewing it up stitch by stitch.
Dongling Zichun's whole body convulsed with pain, and he kept struggling. Fortunately, the two guards were strong, and they also understood the seriousness of the matter, so they pressed Dongling Zichun tightly and refused to let him move.
Donglingzi Chun was so painful that tears flowed out. When Feng Qingchen sutured the wound, Donglingzi Chun fainted from the pain.
The two guards felt particularly embarrassed...
Their master had vowed not to stop, but what was the result?
Feng Qingchen didn't take it seriously, as she had expected it. After bandaging the wound, Feng Qingchen took out the anti-inflammatory medicine, fed Donglingzi Chunqiang two pills, and also asked the two guards to take it each.
Two pills.
Because she didn't have time to treat the wounds of the two guards. It wasn't that she didn't have the responsibility of being a doctor, but that Aventurine Nine was more important in her heart.
After packing up his things, Feng Qingchen got on his horse and said, "Brothers, it's getting dark. You'd better escort the prince out as soon as possible."
"Ah, Miss Feng won't go out?"
"I'm here to find Uncle Nine Emperors." The implication is, (5) I'm saving you just for the sake of Uncle Nine Emperors.
No matter what the two guards thought, Feng Qingchen left these words and walked deep into the woods...
"This is really a desperate act." The two guards shook their heads. They had no choice but to take turns carrying Dongling Zichun out.
Feng Qingchen walked all the way deep into the woods. Guessing that the two guards behind him wouldn't notice, he turned on the solar lighting and looked for horse hoof prints.
A group of people rushed into the woods, and the branches and grass would be trampled to some extent. Feng Qingchen only had to walk in this direction. There were lights, and the people in front had smoothed the road, so Feng Qingchen didn't have to put much effort in chasing them.
.
Small animals occasionally ran through the woods, but there were no tigers, wolves, leopards or other large beasts. It seemed that the hunting grounds had been mostly cleaned up by people from the royal family.
Feng Qingchen ran along the trail towards the forest. She didn't know how long she had been walking. When she looked up, she saw the bright moonlight already above her head.
After riding for too long, her body was sore and painful from being jostled by the horse, and the inner thighs were aching from the long ride. Feng Qingchen could only grit his teeth and endure it.
There is a belief in her heart that supports her, that is, maybe she will see the Nine Emperors Uncle in the next second, and see the Nine Emperors Uncle who is not injured...
Soon Feng Qingchen smelled the smell of blood, and it became stronger and stronger. Feng Qingchen became more and more worried. She was afraid that the blood belonged to Uncle Nine Emperors.
drive……
Feng Qingchen didn't care about the horse he was sitting on, which was exhausted and weak, and kept pushing it forward until...
A message to readers: Uncle Nine Emperors, Uncle Nine Emperors, if you don’t come, Feng Qingchen will be robbed!