Feng Qingchen was busy giving first aid to the Eighth Prince. If anyone else asked, Feng Qingchen would not pay attention at all. Guo Baoji opened his mouth, and Feng Qingchen raised his head and responded in spite of his busy schedule: "It's okay."
These two were like a magic spell. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief upon hearing this. A few who were overly nervous wiped away their sweat and looked relaxed.
It was so thrilling just now. After one blow, they all thought that the Eighth Prince was dead, but they didn't expect...
Miracle Doctor Guo is really amazing, and that knife just now is enough to prove his status as a miracle doctor.
It seems like a simple knife, but both time and strength must be carefully controlled. If there is a slight deviation, all previous efforts will be wasted, or someone will die.
Even if Dr. Guo gave them the method of detoxifying the poison, they would not dare to do it. As for the last blow, they could understand it but could not learn it.
The last cut was a great test of the doctor's vision, hand strength and mental strength. They did not have the confidence to guarantee that with one cut, the poisonous insects would fly out without harming anyone's life.
"awesome!"
"I admire you!"
All the imperial doctors looked at Guo Baoji, their eyes shining with admiration. They wished they could crawl at Guo Baoji's feet and shout: "Master, please accept me as a disciple."
The emperor's chest heaved violently, and the eyes of Guo Baoji and the Valley Master were dim and difficult to distinguish. To the emperor, the knife Guo Baoji scratched on the eighth prince's neck seemed to be a scratch on his neck. He now felt that his own
My neck also felt a dull pain.
He was not afraid of the pain before, but the emperor had to be afraid of the last knife. Just because the Eighth Prince was fine, it didn't mean that he would be fine too. If there was any deviation from this knife, he would be killed.
But the emperor was even more worried if someone else was allowed to perform the stroke instead of Guo Baoji.
This feeling of putting your life in the hands of others is really terrible.
The emperor touched his neck, not knowing what to do.
The owner of the valley and Guo Baoji took a moment to look at each other. They both lowered their heads and laughed: I won't scare you to death, I'm sorry for our name.
"You guys come up." The owner of the valley helped Guo Baoji to Feng Qingchen and said to the young doctors next to him.
The person who arrived was startled, ran over quickly, and saluted respectfully: "Miracle doctor."
"Throw this pig into the water." The owner of the valley ordered the people to get up. This was so natural.
There is no other way, he is used to ordering his disciples and disciples.
"Yes." It was obvious that only one person could lift the suckling pig, but four people stepped forward. When they lifted it, they realized something was wrong: "Hey, why is it so light?"
"It's empty inside. Of course it's not serious." The owner of the valley explained kindly. The four young doctors were so frightened that their legs weakened: "Gu, are the poisonous insects in there?"
The four young doctors released their hands, and with a pop, the suckling pig fell into the water, and water splashed all over the floor. Only then did everyone understand what medicinal materials and insects were in the water...
"Ugh..." People with trypophobia immediately ran to the side and vomited.
It was so densely packed and full of bugs that it was really disgusting.
"It's useless." The Valley Master had a look of disdain on his face, and those who were vomiting hurriedly shut up, their faces turned red from suppressing their anger, and they didn't dare to raise their heads, for fear of being disliked by the Valley Master and Guo Baoji, and losing face in front of the great god.
The owner of the valley packed up his things, turned around and said to the emperor: "I'll leave the rest to Qingchen. We are tired and need to go back to rest first."
Without waiting for the emperor's words, he supported Guo Baoji and walked out.
At this time, Feng Qingchen also provided first aid to the Eighth Prince and said to the Emperor: "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince's condition has stabilized. I will take the Eighth Prince to Zhaoyan Palace for further treatment."
"Go quickly. Help the imperial concubine over." The emperor waved his hand.
At this moment, his mind was filled with Guo Baoji's knife. He kept thinking about that knife. If it scratched his throat, would something happen?
The Eighth Prince is ignorant and will not be afraid or hide from sharp knives, but when faced with that scene, can he still raise his neck and remain motionless like the Eighth Prince, letting others slaughter him?
No... his body's instinct will make him automatically avoid danger.
The emperor regretted it. If he had known this, he would not have allowed the eighth prince to treat him first. Knowing the process of treatment, he would only be more frightened and make the process of treatment more dangerous.
What to do now? To treat or not to treat?
The emperor was in a dilemma...
An hour later, Concubine Xie woke up and Feng Qingchen finished her work. Under Feng Qingchen's careful treatment, although the eighth prince still looked sick, his breathing was steady and there was no trace of pain on his face. He looked better than before the treatment.
A lot.
As soon as Concubine Xie woke up, she was completely stunned. She lay motionless on the bed. It was not until her palace maid kept whispering in her ears that the Eighth Prince was fine and the Eighth Prince was fine. Concubine Xie suddenly turned over from the bed.
He got down and ran straight towards the inner hall.
"Eight..." When her son, Princess Xie, thought of the eighth prince, she became so sad that she burst into tears.
Everyone in the world envied her origins and the favor she received after entering the palace, but no one knew her suffering. As a daughter of the Xie family, she entered the palace to fight for favor for the benefit of the family, but could not get the family's protection; as an emperor's woman
, she is an imperial concubine, but she can’t even protect her own son.
"Eight, my eight is fine." Concubine Xie ran towards the room with a look of ecstasy. Without seeing it with her own eyes, Concubine Xie couldn't feel at ease.
"Your Majesty, silence." Concubine Xie Huang rushed to the inner room, and Feng Qingchen made a silence gesture towards her. Concubine Xie quickly stopped and did not dare to go up. She unconsciously pulled the hem of her clothes with her hands and asked tremblingly: "Qing Chen
, Qingchen, eight others..."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Your Highness is fine." The Eighth Prince is already the Crown Prince, so it is inappropriate to call him the Eighth Prince again.
Imperial Concubine Xie had a look of surprise on her face, she nodded repeatedly and hurriedly wiped her tears with her hands: "Qingchen, thank you, thank you."
"This is what a minister should do." Feng Qingchen's tone was respectful, but a little more distant. Concubine Xie heard it, but she could only grit her teeth and admit it.
The current Xie family and the current Badu are in trouble. There will be no good end for the mother and son if they get involved. It would be better if Qingchen alienates them.
Feng Qingchen knew at a glance that Concubine Xie Huang was wrong, but she had no intention of explaining. She told the person taking care of the eighth prince in detail how she had taken care of the eighth prince these days, and when she would come tomorrow. Feng Qingchen
Qingchen then proposed to leave the palace.
Although Concubine Xie wished she could keep Feng Qingchen in case the Eighth Prince had an emergency at night, Concubine Xie knew that based on her current situation, she was not qualified to keep Feng Qingchen, so she could only ask the palace maid to send Feng Qing away.
When Chen left the palace, he asked an imperial doctor to come and take care of him.
After Feng Qingchen left, Concubine Xie walked carefully to the bedside and saw the eighth prince lying on the bed alive. Concubine Xie cried and laughed. She wanted to reach out and touch the eighth prince's face, but she couldn't.
But he found that the blood on his own hand had to be withdrawn.
"Eight, don't be afraid...Mother will protect you from now on and never let you hurt you again." Concubine Xie stood beside the bed and said softly, her tone was like coaxing a child to sleep, but Concubine Xie knew that she
These words are by no means coaxing.
Her son has suffered too much. If anyone dares to hurt her son in the future, he will kill her first.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness has his own good fortune. Now Your Highness has gone through the sadness, everything will be fine in the future." The maids of Zhaoyan Palace came forward to comfort Concubine Xie Huang, and other palace people also agreed.
Concubine Xie Huang smiled, but said nothing. The road ahead for her and Ba will not be better, it will only be more difficult...
The emperor will not let her and Ba. She cannot get the protection of the family, but she will be implicated in what the family does...