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Soon, several eunuchs put Moge on a stretcher and sent him to the Imperial Hospital. Wen Shichu hurriedly bandaged Moge and stopped the bleeding, while Wei Lin held Moge's arm, wondering what to do.

In the Yangxin Palace, the emperor was anxious and paced back and forth. He looked at Zhen Heng and blamed him:

"Zhen Heng, how could you cut off Mog's arm? You can injure him, but you can't cripple him! I originally wanted to subdue him, but now, not only can I not subdue him, but I also have a grudge for having my arm cut off. I'm afraid the Qing Dynasty and Junggar will have to fight again!"

"Your Majesty, I know my crime, but swords and spears are blind. I swung my sword in desperation, but I never thought..." Before Zhen Heng finished speaking, Prince Guo spoke first:

"Brother, we must gather all the famous doctors in the Imperial Hospital to see if we can reattach Moge's arm. If we can cure his arm, I believe Moge will submit to the Qing Dynasty."

"I know that, but how can a broken arm be reconnected? Isn't this a fantasy?" the emperor sighed.

Shen Meimei learned that the emperor was going to compete with Moge in the parade ground today. She was very curious and decided to come to the Yangxin Palace to find out what was going on.

She just wanted to watch the fun and understand the details of the game.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the Yangxin Palace, I heard shocking news - Moge's arm was chopped off!

Shen Meimei couldn't help but open her mouth in surprise.

However, she quickly came to her senses.

In this day and age, a broken arm cannot be reattached.

If this happened in modern society, there would still be a way to reattach this broken arm.

Thinking of this, she quickly asked the emperor:

"Your Majesty, how long has Moge's arm been broken? Also, has his arm been brought into the palace?"

When the emperor heard what Shen Meimei said, he asked curiously:

"Mei'er, Zhen Heng caused a big disaster. He cut off Moge's arm. I have already thought about it. When Moge wakes up, I will let him cut off Zhen Heng's arm. This will be considered revenge for him!"

When Guo Jun heard that the emperor was going to chop off Zhen Heng's arm, he knelt down and begged for mercy:

"Royal brother, you absolutely cannot do that! It was Moge who took the initiative to propose a real swordfight. We can only blame him for not being good enough in martial arts. If you cut off Zhen Heng's arm for this reason, it will chill the hearts of the soldiers!"

"How dare you! It's none of your business to tell me what I do!" The emperor was furious. He took a few steps forward and wanted to kick Prince Guo who was kneeling on the ground.

Shen Meimei stopped the emperor directly and said calmly:

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Perhaps I can reattach Mog's arm!"

In the Imperial Hospital ward, Moge was still in a coma, his arm was placed on the table beside him.

The broken arm was already beginning to change color. Time waits for no one, and if any further delay occurred, the arm might not be reattached.

As soon as Shen Meimei arrived at the ward and smelled the blood, she almost wanted to vomit. Then when she saw her bloody arm, she felt her stomach turning over.

Doctor Wen examined it carefully, shook his head, and said to the emperor:

"Your Majesty, I have tried my best. Moge's life is fine, but I am afraid that his arm cannot be reattached!"

Wei Lin also shook his head and sighed.

Shen Meimei was not completely sure that she could reconnect the arm, but she still wanted to give it a try.

At this time, Mog slowly opened his eyes. He quickly touched his arm with his right hand, but it was empty, there was nothing.

He lay on the bed, his eyes empty, and suddenly shouted:

"Kill me! Kill me quickly! I can't let the Junggar tribe see that their Khan is a cripple!"