Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

Qian You and Cang Yu landed lightly in the backyard of Xinglin Clinic, startling Shi Lin who had not yet rested.

"few......"

Seeing that there was someone beside Yun Qianyou, he swallowed his words halfway through his mouth.

"Let's go see the patient."

The three of them jumped over the outer wall of the backyard adjacent to the clinic and the restaurant, and came all the way to the third floor from the hidden place.

Shilin looked at Yun Qianyou and saw her nod, and then he put his hand on something.

The seemingly smooth wall slowly shifted, revealing a gap as wide as a person.

Cangyu was extremely shocked. If he came here to search, he would not have discovered this hidden mechanism.

He followed into the room.

The inner room is large and simply furnished with a bed, a cabinet, a tea table and two chairs.

There was a person lying on the bed, and he looked over alertly when he heard the sound.

The two lines of sight met, and the person on the bed immediately locked onto Prince Sheng Cangyu.

Three years ago, he had also been to the battlefield and had seen from afar this extremely fierce man who was invincible on the battlefield.

Cangyu, the second prince, King Sheng.

Yun Qianyou walked to the bedside, not caring about the eye contact between the two men, and touched Ling Xiao's pulse.

Cangyu immediately shifted his gaze and stayed on the hand that was still on the man's elbow on the bed, feeling a little sad.

He tried his best to comfort himself, silently repeating to himself, she is a doctor, she is a doctor.

"I'm recovering well today. I'll take my medicine and change my dressings on time. I'll be able to get out of bed and move around in ten days."

"Thank you, little miracle doctor."

When he woke up, he found himself in an empty, clean and tidy room. It was unusually quiet and he thought he had gone to another world. However, the pain all over his body reminded him that he was still alive.

He waited quietly for someone to show up.

I don’t know how long it took, but a middle-aged man came in and shouted in surprise when he saw that he woke up.

"This is where?"

He asked the question that concerned him the most.

"You were thrown in front of our clinic, and it was my master who saved you."

The middle-aged man seemed extremely excited, chattering and talking to himself.

"You don't know how serious your injuries are. There are more than a dozen sword wounds all over your body. The most serious one is on your chest. Master said that your ribs were broken and pierced your lungs. It's called something. Oh! Pneumothorax. In this world, only my master can save you from the hands of death. You are very lucky."

The middle-aged man called Master proudly every time, his eyes full of admiration and pride.

"Thank you, Master."

"You're welcome. Master said that saving the dying and healing the wounded is a doctor's duty. We have always been following Master's teachings."

"Wait a minute. I'll ask the master to come and check on you. She happens to be in the clinic today. Let her take a look at your follow-up treatment."

The middle-aged man ran out excitedly and slowly closed his eyes.

Yes, he knew very well how serious his injury was.

His three guards were all seriously injured and it was very difficult for them to drag him away.

When his consciousness was about to fade, he saw a place with a lamp on it. On the lamp was written "some clinic". He strongly asked the guards to let him down.

The guard had no choice but to obey the order carefully, pushed open the door of the clinic which was not completely closed yet, gently put him down, quickly closed the door, and quickly disappeared.

He also fainted.

Unexpectedly, I met a miracle doctor by accident. It really is God's will for me.

A quarter of an hour later.

Behind the middle-aged man was another middle-aged man and an extremely beautiful and cool little girl.

"Thank you, doctor, for saving my life."

He struggled to get up and looked at the other middle-aged man with difficulty, his eyes full of gratitude.

The man quickly moved away and turned sideways to ask the girl behind him to come forward.

"Master, he's awake. Please take a look at how we should treat him in the future."

The two middle-aged men looked at the cold and beautiful young woman with extremely sincere eyes, their eyes were full of piety and respect.

The woman's slightly cold little hand touched his pulse and let go after a moment.

His eyes followed the woman's movements, and he was extremely shocked.

This little girl, who looks to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, is actually the master mentioned by the two middle-aged doctors?

The woman walked to the table, picked up a pen, wrote down the prescription in one go, and handed it to one of the middle-aged men.

"For the next seven days, follow this prescription and disinfect and change the dressings on your wounds every day. After seven days, you can use the medicine as usual."

"Okay, Master, don't worry."

The two men were very respectful and one of them left with the pharmacy.

"Thank you!"

Ling Xiao suppressed the shock in his heart and looked sincerely at the young woman who was standing there calmly.

With her tall figure and cool face, she was like a fairy that landed in his world and became his salvation.

"I just happened to save you. Don't feel burdened. Take good care of yourself first. When your injuries are healed, you can do what you want to do."

The woman's voice was soft, cold but gentle.

What did she mean?

Did she know her identity?

The woman didn't even look at the man's eyes that suddenly became alert. She gave a few instructions and turned away.

Over the next seven days, he was able to slowly sit up.

Every day, two doctors and a young man with smiling eyes took turns to bring him medicine, change his dressings and deliver meals. No matter what he asked, they would always talk about their master, showing utmost respect for him.

Looking at the new faces in the room, Ling Xiao's innate alertness reached its peak, especially when he recognized the person in front of him.

"Your Highness Prince Sheng, I leave this to you. We will leave first and you two can talk slowly."

Yun Qianyou signaled to Shilin with his eyes, and the two turned around and left the room.

Cangyu sat on a chair beside the table, looking at the man on the bed.

The man sat up straight, his body stretched straight, and looked at Cangyu with vigilance.

"Your Highness, Crown Prince Xiling."

"Do you know Gu?"

"Of course I know. Three years ago, I saw you once from afar on the battlefield."

"So what are you going to do with me now?"

The man's voice was cold.

The house was so quiet that you could hear people breathing.

"Why did you come to Dongcang Kingdom?" Cangyu asked.

Ling Xiao remained silent, his eyes full of defensiveness.

"Someone told me a story, do you want to listen to it?" Cangyu asked again.

Prince Ling remained silent, but there was a hint of alertness and confusion in his eyes.

Without waiting for his answer, Cangyu told the story.

"There are two people who grew up together. From childhood to childhood, the man waited for the girl in his heart to grow up. Finally, the girl came of age, but something unexpected happened on that day. His country was defeated, took the initiative to negotiate, and proposed to send a beautiful woman as a marriage. His girl was recognized as the most beautiful woman, and there was no doubt that she was named a princess and sent to the victorious country as a marriage.

He begged in vain and watched his beloved girl put on her wedding dress, get on the carriage, and be sent thousands of miles away in a grand procession.

He didn't care about his own status and chased for thousands of miles. More than half of the guards he brought with him were killed or injured, and he was unable to kidnap his beloved girl on the road, and followed her all the way to the capital of his country.

In the end, he took a gamble and gave it his all, hurting himself badly but still failing to get his girl back."

Ling Xiao listened to Cang Yu's story with a frown on his face and his eyes as cold as ice.

How did he know so much? Was it possible that his personal guards were captured and confessed their past?