He was betrayed at the beginning, from a cake seller to a wealthy person

Not counting the secret guards, the five people accompanying them were only the prince and He Wenjing who knew kung fu. The three rookies, Lu Sheng, Lu Yan and He Yue, were powerless. If they really start to retreat, the prince's body of gold has to be responsible for protecting them.

The five of them retreated to a deserted alley. Just as Lu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, she saw five masked men in black pulling out from nowhere and charging at the five of them to kill them.

The secret guards following him finally showed up, and three secret guards rushed out to fight with the man in black. The prince pushed a few people: "They are coming for me, you go away quickly, stay away from me and you will be safe!" After speaking, he pulled out his sword and rushed forward to fight with the men in black together with the secret guards.

He Wenjing protected the three people and quickly retreated out of the alley. Another man in black came in from the alley and came towards the four people with a sword. He Wenjing twisted around and started fighting with the man in black, and made a gesture to Lu Yan. They run quickly.

The three of them hurriedly evacuated from the alley with pale faces. Heyue's legs were about to slide down as soon as they softened. Lu Yan quickly helped her up and walked quickly: "No, no, no, we can't stop here, let's hurry up." Go to the Yamen and ask for an official."

When Lu Yan came out of the alley, she felt that she had escaped danger. She lowered her head to comfort He Yue. She didn't pay attention to the situation around her. Suddenly she heard Lu Sheng shouting: "Be careful!"

When Lu Yan looked up, another man in black was already attacking the two of them with a dagger. Lu Sheng's eyes were split, and he ran towards him as fast as he could, causing the man in black to stagger.

The man in black changed his target and decided to deal with Lu Sheng, a scholar with no offensive power, first so that he would no longer be in the way. The man picked up the dagger and stabbed Lu Sheng in the chest, but was blocked by a hard object. The man in black was stunned for a moment, but without giving Lu Sheng a chance to react, he turned the dagger in his hand and stabbed Lu Sheng in the stomach.

Lu Sheng felt the sharp pain caused by the dagger scratching his flesh. He was already waiting desperately for him to stab deeper, but the dagger suddenly lost its strength. Lu Sheng raised his eyes and saw that the man in black had fallen face down. Lu Yan was standing behind him holding a huge stone, which was still stained with blood.

In just a moment, He Wenjing had finished dealing with the man in black, ran over, and stabbed the man in black who fell to the ground.

He Wenjing: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's leave quickly and go to the Yamen."

Lu Sheng grinned as he clutched his stomachache and spoke tremblingly: "First...send me to the hospital..."

Only then did He Wenjing notice Lu Sheng's condition, and found that the place where his hand was covering was bleeding from between his fingers. Lu Sheng couldn't hold it up and leaned back against the wall, his face pale.

Just as the prince was saying that the battle was over, his crown was cut off, his hair was disheveled, and there was a cut on his face. He looked very embarrassed, but there were no serious signs of injury.

The prince and several secret guards hurried over. Seeing that Lu Sheng was injured, the prince ordered the three secret guards: "Don't go to the hospital. You two carry him and go straight back to the camp. You go to He Zhizhou to ask for him." The doctor from the residence came over, and also asked someone to bring the military doctor from the Jingzhou garrison camp." Military doctors are better at treating sword wounds.

Lu Yan followed him back to the retreat without any hesitation, her mind was in a mess. Lu Sheng was put on the bed and squeezed Lu Yan's hand to comfort her: "Don't worry, I can't die."

Only then did Lu Yan come back to her senses. Without thinking too much, she squeezed Lu Sheng's hand and while retreating out of the house, she directed the people around her: "Don't go in with the dirty clothes from outside. Go wash up and put on your clothes and shoes." Change it, don't bring dirty things in. Come and boil water in the kitchen." Such a big hole will definitely need to be dealt with in a while, and there is no high-concentration alcohol now, so we can only use boiling water to disinfect it.

Zhizhou rushed over with the government doctor and the military doctor. When they saw Lu Yan commanding the room to be emptied and still boiling water, they all nodded slightly.

Lu Yan quickly scrubbed, changed into clean clothes, and went in to check on Lu Sheng's condition.

Fortunately, he was prepared in advance. The man in black initially stabbed the breast shield, but missed it, and then cut it in the stomach. The gash on his stomach was long, but it didn't hurt his vitals, it was just trauma. Lu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

The government doctor first made a diagnosis: "It doesn't hurt the vital parts. Just use the golden sore medicine. Change the dressing and bandage every day and lie in bed for half a month. I will prescribe some antipyretic medicine and give it to him if he has fever." Let’s drink.”

The military doctor nodded and said nothing. Lu Yan saw the three-inch-long gash on Lu Sheng's stomach, with the skin and flesh turned outwards, which was shocking. She couldn't help but ask, "If he's like this, wouldn't it be better to sew up the wound?" It would be too slow to heal without stitches.

The doctor was stunned when he heard this and was a little confused: "Do you know about wound suturing? I've heard of it, but I don't know how to do it, and I haven't seen anyone use it."

The military doctor raised his head and looked at Lu Yan in surprise: "How do you know it will heal quickly if you sew it up?"

"I read it from a book." Lu Yan said, "Do you know?"

The military doctor nodded: "In the military camp, the soldiers suffered more injuries from swords and swords, and it is true that they heal quickly. This is passed down by word of mouth among the military doctors, and many people outside don't know it. Soldiers are better able to endure pain, like I’m afraid a little scholar like Mr. Lu won’t be able to bear this crime.”

Lu Sheng said quickly: "I can bear it, don't worry."

The military doctor shook his head: "You don't know, suturing this wound will indeed heal much faster, but it will hurt twice, once to sew and once to remove the stitches."

Lu Sheng didn't dare to speak, and Lu Yan touched her chin: "Is there any numbness? If we sew it up, we can use fishing thread. It will not be so painful when it is removed."

The military doctor suddenly realized: "This is a good idea! It won't hurt so much if you use fishing line!"

Lu Yan was speechless: "What kind of thread were you using before?"

The military doctor chuckled: "The cotton thread used. Rich people mostly use silk. There is no such good thing in the military camp, so they all use cotton thread."

Lu Yan was completely speechless. No wonder people say it hurts when removing sutures. It must hurt when using cotton sutures.

As they talked, they made a plan to suture Lu Sheng. Before Lu Sheng understood what was going on, he was given a bowl of hemp and fell asleep.