Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Qing Xiao pulled the doctor to him, and the doctor almost tripped and fell due to the pull. He shook his head and stretched out his hand to feel Qingyun's pulse.

The three people next to him looked at him nervously. Before he could let go, Yan Siyuan couldn't wait to ask: "How is it?".

The doctor frowned tightly, his expression serious. He opened Qingyun's wound and took a look. No one stopped this scene.

"The wounds fester and lead to febrile diseases, which really makes things worse."

The doctor lamented that such a young life should not have passed away.

The moment the doctor finished speaking, the three people fell silent at the same time. A look of death flashed across Yan Siyuan's eyes.

"How to do?".

"The top priority now is to scrape off the carrion and cool it down."

Yan Qin'ao said: "You said, we will do it, please be sure to save her."

The doctor felt a chill and said, "I also asked His Highness Ninth Prince to help bring a basin of hot water. Your Majesty ordered people to bring props and spirits, and asked Master Shaoqing to help me get candlelight for lighting."

The three of them were very fast and had everything ready. Qing Xiao held the candle and approached the wound on Qingyun's back. Hold the bottom of the candle with your hands to prevent wax oil from dripping onto Qingyun.

The deep and long wounds were displayed in front of everyone, and even the bones were visible. Qing Xiao's hand holding the candle couldn't help shaking, trying to control the wax oil from dripping onto Qing Yun.

But she couldn't control the tears falling on Qingyun. She wiped them away with the sleeve on her shoulder and sniffed.

Yan Siyuan lowered his head and held Qingyun's hand. Looking at the wounds in front of me, my heart ached beyond measure.

The doctor of the government used a dagger to cut off the rotten flesh around the wound bit by bit. Qingyun was so painful that she clenched Yan Siyuan's hand tightly and couldn't help but make a sound.

His forehead was covered with sweat and his lips were pale. Tears flowed out involuntarily, and Yan Siyuan gently wiped her tears.

Yan Qin'ao's frown never dropped. He had seen worse wounds, festering, and decay. But he wasn't as uncomfortable as when he saw Qingyun's wounds. It even feels like it hurts me.

In her mind, she could see Qingyun crossing her arms and talking shamelessly, which was completely different from the pale and lifeless person in front of her.

Listening to Qingyun's groan of pain, Yan Qin'ao said in a deep voice: "Can you please be gentle?"

The doctor's hand holding the knife trembled in fright, and Qingyun groaned in pain. Yan Siyuan, Qing Xiao and Yan Qin'ao looked at him at the same time with murderous eyes.

He was so nervous that he was sweating and sneezed twice in a row. Faced with the cannibalistic looks of these three people, the doctor finally finished treating the wounds.

After bandaging Qingyun, he also breathed a sigh of relief. "Use cold water and constantly soak the brocade handkerchief to cool her down. If the temperature drops, she can survive this test. If not, she can only resign herself to fate."

Yan Siyuan brought cold water, soaked the brocade handkerchief, and put it on Qingyun's forehead. After a while, soak it with water and repeat this process.

When the cold water was not very cold, Qing Xiao went to change the water again. Three grown men and a government doctor guarded Qingyun in the room all night.

Yan Siyuan's hand twisting the handkerchief turned red. Qing Xiao wanted to change it with him, but he didn't want to. It wasn't until daybreak that Qingyun's body temperature dropped.

The doctor was checking Qingyun's pulse, and the three of them were tense. They didn't dare to relax until the government doctor made sure.

The doctor finally showed a relaxed expression, "Your Highness the Princess is fine. As long as she recovers well, time will do the rest."

The tight strings of the three finally relaxed and they all breathed a sigh of relief. Yan Siyuan touched Qingyun's head, his red hands contrasting clearly with Qingyun's excessively white face.

"Then why hasn't she woke up yet?" Yan Siyuan asked.

"Your Highness the Princess needs to rest, she will naturally wake up later."

Yan Siyuan stopped asking, and the three of them continued to guard, with no intention of leaving.

Especially Yan Siyuan and Qing Xiao were soaked when they arrived. Now his body is even more damp, and his face has green stubble. Because of crying, his eyes were red, and he completely lost the dignity of the noble young master in the past.

Although Yan Qin'ao said he was nice, his green stubble and tired eyes showed that he was not in a good mood either.

His eyes turned to the other two people, "Would you like to take a rest first?".

The two of them shook their heads in unison. Although Qingyun had gone through the most difficult time, they could not relax too much. They were already frightened.

Shi Fenglan walked in from the outside, carrying a food box. Put the soup in the food box on the table, "This is the medicine prescribed by the doctor. The medicine has been cooked. The princess is not awake yet. How should I give the medicine?"

Qing Xiao brought the medicine over and used the soup to give it to cool down. Feeling that the medicine was not very hot anymore, I took a sip first and made sure there was no problem before I gave Qingyun the medicine.

But Yan Siyuan stopped him and said, "I'll do it."

Qing Xiao had no choice but to give him the medicine. The two of them helped Qingyun sit up. But there was an injury on Qingyun’s back, and it hurt when she touched it.

Yan Qin'ao called Yu Chuan, "Go get that gold cushion."

Yu Chuan went and came again, and a cushion with fine golden glitter was brought over. Qing Xiao took it and put it behind Qingyun, so that Qingyun sat up.

Yan Siyuan supported him and let him lean against him gently. But then he couldn't give medicine to Qing Qing, so the task of giving medicine finally fell to Qing Xiao.

Fortunately, Qingyun was able to drink the medicine. Qing Xiao fed her little by little, and kept wiping the flowing out soup with a brocade handkerchief. Careful as if taking care of a baby.

Shi Fenglan said nothing more after coming in. Seeing everything these three people did, whether it was Yan Qin'ao taking the gold pillow, or Yan Siyuan and Qing Xiao giving medicine, she said nothing.

None of these three people felt that they were a little too nervous, but even if they felt it, they certainly wouldn't think it was anything.

Qingyun came to a magical place, where there was nothingness. There was nothing, just a vast expanse of white. Can't see anything.

She remembered that she clearly fell in front of Yan Qin'ao, how could she come to such a place.

She tried to call someone, "Yan Qin'ao? Are you there?" The only thing that responded to her was her own echo.

She tried to run forward, but she ran for a long time without reaching the end. What's even stranger is that no matter how hard she runs, she doesn't feel tired.

The surrounding environment did not change at all, giving her the feeling that she had always been where she was.

She continued to try to call people, "Yan Siyuan, brother? Are you there? Is there anyone?", but the reply was still an echo.

She is clear-headed and calm. Since there is an echo, it means there must be a wall. The worst thing she could do was stay farther away, but she ran for so long and didn't touch anything. This was very unrealistic.