After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

Ning'er felt dizzy. If she hadn't held the lattice door firmly in her hands, she would have fainted like the old lady.

She felt a surge of nausea in her stomach, and all she could see was the bloody scene. Her mind was blank, as if she had lost all memory.

Ning'er took two steps forward unconsciously, but was suddenly grabbed by someone. She turned around blankly, but saw Liu Ying talking to her anxiously.

Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.

Ning'er stared at her blankly, letting Liu Ying pull her out of the room. Only then did she slowly hear her angrily say, "...Nonsense! How can you let the old and the young watch this scene? Even a good person has been frightened to the point of insanity!"

"This mansion is in chaos! There's not even anyone who can take charge. What on earth does Shen Chongyao do for a living?"

Seeing that Ning'er's eyes were gradually focused and no longer as blank as before, she didn't respond to anything I said.

Liu Ying felt relieved, and quickly pinched her philtrum, then took out the Rui Nao incense she carried with her and placed it at the tip of her nose.

A crisp scent of camphor and pine rushed straight to her head. Ning'er shivered and woke up completely.

Liu Ying hurriedly asked her: "How are you now? Are you okay?"

Ning'er then recalled the scene just now. Her heart felt as if it was being cut by a knife. She called out, "Sister Liu! The Marquis…"

Before he could finish his words, two lines of tears suddenly fell down his cheeks.

Seeing her like this, Liu Ying felt distressed and worried, so she racked her brains to persuade her: "Look at you, there's an old man fainting over there, and there's a young one fainting over here, who should the doctors see first? Are you going to save the Marquis?"

Ning Er looked at Liu Ying with tearful eyes: "Sister Liu, do you think the Marquis can be saved?"

Liu Ying looked at her pale face and the tears in her eyes. She looked so pitiful and weak. She said firmly, "Don't worry. The Marquis looks miserable, but the most dangerous time has passed. He is just a flesh wound now."

"You think it's scary because you haven't seen it before. If the sword wound is fatal, the person will die within three to five quarters of an hour after it is removed. The Marquis has survived and returned to the capital, so his life must be safe."

Ning Er saw that Liu Ying's explanation was very convincing, and she couldn't help but believe it a little: "Really?"

Liu Ying had no choice but to grit her teeth and lie to Ning Er: "It's absolutely true. Did I lie to you? As long as the doctors clean the wound thoroughly, and there is no serious injury to the heart, liver, or lungs, and there is no high fever at night, it will get better day by day."

Ning Er cheered up a little, she stood up and said: "In this case, I will go see the Marquis again."

Liu Ying was so frightened that she hurriedly stopped her: "I just took a look and almost got scared. Why are you in such a hurry to go over now? We can't help, so why make things worse?"

At this time, a servant came running in from outside and shouted inside: "Second Master, Old Madam, the palace has sent two doctors over. They are Doctor Xue and Doctor Bai from the Imperial Hospital!"

Liu Ying was overjoyed: "President Xue is here! He is an expert in treating external injuries. The emperor sent him to the Marquis' Mansion. The Marquis can be saved!"

When Ning'er heard this, she was overjoyed and wished that the two imperial doctors could fly to the Marquis' bedside immediately.

Over there, Shen Chongyao hurriedly ran to the front to meet someone. Here, the old lady finally woke up with the help of Liu Ying. The maids and servants coming and going in the yard were noisy and the scene was chaotic.

When Mrs. Zhu heard that two imperial doctors had arrived at her house, she was so happy that she chanted: "Amitabha, Amitabha. Bodhisattva bless me, my son can be saved."

Ning'er stretched her neck to look outside, thinking that this was not only due to the blessing of the Bodhisattva, but also the grace of His Majesty.

After a while, Shen Chongyao bowed and nodded and brought in two imperial doctors.

The leader had white hair and beard, but his eyes were sharp and bright. Behind him followed a slightly plump man, who was no more than 30 or 40 years old, with a kind face. Behind the two men were two medicine boys, who hurriedly walked in with two huge medicine boxes in their hands.

Madam Zhu said with tears in her eyes: "The Marquis will be entrusted to the two doctors!"

Judge Xue judged her attire and guessed that she was undoubtedly the mother of Xinyuan Hou Shen, so he hurriedly returned the greeting and said, "Don't worry, old lady, we will do our best."

Imperial Physician Bai nodded and said, "Before leaving the palace, the emperor gave an oral order, ordering us to suspend all other matters and concentrate on treating Lord Shen. We will not be allowed to return to the palace until he recovers. Madam, just rest assured."

Upon hearing this, Old Madam Zhu bowed to the south and said, "Your Majesty, I thank you for your grace. I am deeply moved."

Judge Xue sat down and took the left pulse first. He found both floating and sinking pulses, with a pulse on the side but a hollow pulse in the middle. The pulse was extremely weak, like pressing on a scallion tube, which was a wiry pulse caused by severe blood loss and loss of yang. It was because of the external knife wound and the loss of internal blood.

Fortunately, Shen Chongyan had a strong foundation and abundant blood and energy because of his training since childhood. If it were someone with a weaker foundation, he would have died after bleeding for so long before he could even reach the capital.

When he was about to take the pulse of his right hand, he heard a faint "Huh?" "What is that thing that the Marquis is holding in his hand?"

The court doctor at the side hurried forward and replied: "When the Marquis returned home, he clenched his right fist tightly and refused to let go. We did not dare to pry it open by force."

Imperial Physician Bai said, "That won't work. We need to find a way to make the Marquis let go before we can continue."

Judge Xue tried to open Shen Chongyan's right hand, but it was just as he said. His fist was as stiff as a rock, and it was difficult to exert brute force. He stroked his beard and said, "Let the Marquis have someone close to him try it."

The medicine boy hurried out and invited Madam Zhu in, and asked her to do as Doctor Xue said and speak into Shen Chongyan's ear, telling him to loosen his right fist.

Unfortunately, no matter how much Madam Zhu urged, Marquis Xinyuan remained unmoved.

Judge Xue sighed, "Thank you for your hard work, Madam. Please give Madam Hou another try."

The old lady looked embarrassed: "The Marquis's wife is not in the mansion now."

Judge Xue said, "If you have children, you can give it a try."

The old lady said awkwardly, "Unfortunately, the Marquis' wife and children are not at home right now. I wonder if my dear brother can give it a try?"

Doctor Xue had the old lady sent out, and called Shen Chongyao in, asking him to do it again. But Shen Chongyao still clenched his fists stiffly, showing no sign of loosening them.

Judge Xue shook his head when he saw this: "Since it is God's will, we can only force it open, but it will hurt the tendons in my hand to some extent."

Shen Chongyao suddenly had an idea and said hurriedly, "Wait... maybe there is someone who can give it a try!"

He went out personally, pulled Ning'er in without saying anything, pointed at her and said to Doctor Xue: "Let this girl try."

Doctor Xue looked at her strangely and muttered, "Why did the old lady lie to me, an old man? She also said that the Marquis' children were not in the mansion, but there was one standing right in front of him."

He said gently, "Little girl, go to the Marquis's ear and tell him to let go. We are waiting to treat his injuries!"

Ning'er was still confused, but she walked to the bedside obediently. When she took a closer look, she couldn't help but cry again.

How come the Marquis has become so thin?

His face was as pale as a jade carving, completely bloodless. His majestic and handsome eyes were tightly closed at this moment, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, there was no flesh on his cheeks, and fine lines appeared on his dry lips.

Ning'er squatted down and got very close to him, almost touching the tip of his nose, so that she could hear the faint breathing sound that was almost indistinct.

She couldn't help but beg, "My Lord, please let go of my hand. The Emperor has sent a royal doctor to cure you! My Lord, please wake up... Please don't abandon Ning'er."

The medicine boy who was staring at Shen Chongyao's right hand could not help but cheer: "Master, your hand is loosened!"

Everyone's eyes quickly shifted to Shen Chongyan's hand, wanting to know what treasure it was that could have caused him such serious injuries and yet he was unwilling to let go.

Shen Chongyao gently held his brother's hand, and saw a blood-stained pearl lying quietly in his pale palm.