This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Li Yuankun tried his best to open his eyes. Because of the excessive blood loss and unbearable pain, half of his body felt cold and fell into the ice cave, and his fingertips gradually became numb.

He stared lazily at the Suzaku hanging from the top of the Ministry of Punishment.

However, the prince did not move, and no one dared to make a request.

This situation is already a non-negotiable situation.

King Li's hands were covered with blood, he turned to kneel down, raised his head and looked at Song Chunjing, the old face was filled with tears, and his back was bent deeply, "Prayer Doctor Song please be kind and save my son ! If Yuan Kun dies, I...I have no choice but to go all out."

If Li Yuankun really died, he would definitely back up and drag the queen into the water.

The prince looked at him with desperate but determined eyes.

King Li looked at him big and wide, his eyes were as crazy as the mountain wind passing through.

As soon as the prince knocked on the table, there was a sound of "Duo", which startled everyone like a thunder on the ground.

"Go and see." He said unemotionally.

Song Chunjing moved in response to the sound, stepped forward a few strides, squatted beside Li Yuankun, and pinched his jaw and Baihui acupuncture points like lightning.

The knuckles on the powerful hands immediately turned white, and the hands covered in black hair and dark blood looked very white and slender.

Xu Zhuo couldn't help being surprised when he saw it.

Baihui point is called Baihui point because the hundred channels meet here.

Even if an ordinary person passes through such a stroke, it is hard to say that he will not be paralyzed. He actually used this point to stimulate the nerves and force a sudden flow of Qi and blood.

It's really daring and scary.

At this moment, Li Yuankun suddenly opened his eyes with an "Ah—"!

Song Chunjing forcibly pulled back his dissipated thoughts!

He lost his mind, screamed in pain, and immediately rolled all over the floor in pain.

Song Chunjing held him tightly with one hand, and glanced at Xu Zhuo.

Xu Zhuo felt as if his life acupoint had been pinched, sweating profusely and immediately stepped forward to help, pressing down on Li Yuankun's injured upper arm and shoulder blade.

Li Yuankun's face was full of tears, his temples were completely wet, and the back of his head was soaked in blood.

Song Chunjing half-kneeled on the ground, quickly took out the bottom layer of the medicine box, took out a set of silver needles, and said to him in a low voice: "Your father went all out for you, and you should also stand up for your father."

The dark red blood stained his boots and the hem of his clothes, and he didn't even look at it, allowing it to spread and draw strange shapes.

The prince sat in the hall and looked at his heavy clothes, and the half-moon jade pendant hanging from the waistband of his inner shirt, which was already hanging in the air with his movements, and the hanging tassels were already wet.

The prince couldn't help but look at his expression.

However, when Song Chunjing rescued people, he was more indifferent than usual, and he couldn't see any extra emotion in his eyes. Except for his eyes moving slightly from time to time, the other facial features seemed to be poured into a rock and remained motionless.

The contours of the profile face have been polished countless times with sandpaper, and then rinsed with a layer of cream to dry, resulting in such a smooth and faint luster.

From the straight and smooth bridge of the nose to the slightly pursed upper lip, the lip line is slightly curved, like the curve drawn by Dingdong mountain spring.

The radian seems to be carved out of a scale with a good measurement. Any more or less is not considered exquisite and beautiful.

Further down is the slender neck and the deep lock socket.

The collarbone extended to both sides, and was heavily covered by the collar.

The prince watched for a while, his Adam's apple moved, and he forced himself to look away.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his eyes and saw the medicine box on the ground with the grid opened.

A roll of silver needles was taken out, and there were only a few small hooks left in it, which could not cover up the light white pad at the bottom.

The prince felt vaguely familiar.

He took a closer look and suddenly recalled.

It was the letter I wrote to him at the beginning.

The prince couldn't control himself, and couldn't help but smile on the corner of his lips.

There are many people in the field who have been staring at him, and they feel horrified when they see this.

At such a critical time of life and death, he could still laugh and feel very happy.

It can be seen that he is really bloodthirsty and vicious, and he doesn't take human life seriously.

Over there, King Li was dealing with He Houcong. He asked a question, and then responded with a "huh", watching the movement here from time to time.

After about a quarter of an hour, the blood on Li Yuankun's neck and hands finally stopped, his face turned pale, and he lost too much blood and fell into a coma.

Song Chunjing poured half a bowl of decoction into him, then continued to clean up the carrion on Li Yuankun's hands, and rinsed the wound clean.

This is the end.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped away the sweat that gathered together and was about to flow down.

Xu Zhuo also breathed a sigh of relief, and said with sincere admiration: "Song Tai Physician is very powerful, and his techniques are clean and neat. I still have a lot to learn from you."

Song Chunjing raised his hand to show that he didn't dare to do it, picked up the gauze and handed it to Xu Zhuo, and said politely, "Excuse me, bandage him up."

He raised his injured hand, indicating that it was inconvenient.

Xu Zhuo didn't want to be polite to him, so he clapped his hands to him with his hair on end, "Don't dare to do it."

Song Chunjing didn't know that he had already gained a fanboy, so he smiled gently.

The next moment, he looked at the prince as if feeling something.

The prince looked away from the medicine box, and looked at him with a smile in his eyes.

Song Chunjing glanced quickly at the medicine box, and also saw the moon-white envelope dyed with gold stars under it.

There was a sudden panic in his eyes, and the prince was still sitting on a high place staring at him.

Song Chunjing blinked, suppressed most of his emotions, cleaned and wiped the things one by one as if nothing had happened, put them in their original positions, and closed the small drawer.

Everything inside is blocked by jet-black partitions, and at the same time, it also hides unspoken secrets.

The prince stepped forward to pick up the medicine box, and handed it to Wu Da as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Let's go."

Song Chunjing raised his hand with ease.

The hand was dripping with blood, and the gauze-wrapped hand dripped from time to time because it was saturated with water.

Although the blood was not his, but it looked like it was overflowing from his body, the prince frowned suddenly, "Xu Zhuo."

Xu Zhuo was wrapping around Li Yuankun's neck, when he heard the prince calling him, his hands trembled and he almost strangled the injured patient to death.

He raised his head and paused on the spot, staring at the prince with wide eyes.

The prince winked at him mercilessly.

All he could see was Song Chunjing's hand.

Xu Zhuo understood, and immediately finished wrapping the gauze on his hands hastily, picked up a new roll, and stood beside Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing moved his hand back subconsciously, "No need, I will do it myself."

Xu Zhuo stopped in embarrassment, and looked at the prince from the corner of his eye. The prince took the gauze from his hand and waved his hand impatiently, "Go."

Xu Zhuo: "..."

He felt that he had no dignity at all when he was shouted and shouted one after another.

But what's the use of dignity?Life is more important.

Xu Zhuo lay down beside Li Yuankun in desperation, and continued to bandage his hands.

The prince glanced in the direction of King Li, and He Houcong sensed his impatience, and hurried over with the petition, "King Li confessed all his crimes, Your Highness, please read."

The prince looked at it and nodded, and the head guard immediately stepped forward to put it away.

"Temporarily detained." The prince said.

Immediately, he reached out to Wu Da, and Wu Da handed him the medicine box.

Holding it in his hand, he walked towards the gate of the Ministry of Punishment with steady and firm steps.

Song Chunjing raised his hands to prevent the blood from dripping on his body, so he could only follow the prince outside when he saw this.

In fact, there is no need to worry about staining the clothes, because his body is already covered in blood spots, stained in a mess, and the hem is soaked and stained with dust, which is heavy and dirty.

Wu Da glanced at it, then went to pick up half a basin of warm water, and walked out with it.

The rest of the guards walked one by one, and the hall of the Ministry of Punishment was suddenly empty.

The carriage outside the Ministry of Punishment was waiting in the shade, and as soon as he saw someone coming out, he got under the carriage and dragged out the ice brother that had turned into water, and refilled it with new ice cubes.

Everything seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, and it was no surprise that everyone stood at their posts dutifully and carried out every step in an orderly manner.

Uda went in and placed the water basin in the center.

Finally, the prince helped Song Chunjing get into the car one by one.

Because he was holding Song Chunjing's hand, it was also stained with some blood, so he stretched it into the basin together with the hand he was holding.

The water is warm and cool, and the temperature is considerate and pleasant. The prince washed himself first, and then washed it for Song Chunjing. Song Chunjing pulled back, and he had firmly grasped the hand in his palm.

"Stay still," he said.

He washed carefully, first washing the front and back, and then rubbing his fingers carefully, not sparing any trace of the skin.

Sensing the stiffness of the person in his hand, he deliberately eased the relaxed atmosphere and asked, "You injured one hand, how do you usually wash your hands?"

"The lower official was injured, not amputated." Song Chunjing said.

"Why can you get wet when you're injured, but I can't?" The prince sneered, his whole face much more vivid.

He focused on that hand, his drooping eyelids exposed the roots of his eyelashes, each of which was extremely strong, deeply pierced at the edge of the eyelids, very strong.

It can be seen that if a person is strong and aggressive, even every eyelash on his body will appear extraordinarily powerful.

"As an imperial doctor, your body is different from others, and you don't even have the chance of infection?" the prince said in a low voice.

He washed one, and then went to untie the gauze of the other. The knot was tied by someone, and it was tight and small, no more than half the size of the little finger.

The prince untied it for a while, then impatiently took his medicine box, took out a knife from it, and cut the gauze with a twist in his hand.

The dirty gauze fell to the ground, but the prince didn't even look at it, he just focused on looking at his hands.

"Water?" he asked.

Song Chunjing: "You can't soak it, you can wash it with running water and medicinal liquid."

Then he looked at the water, which had turned pink.

The prince knocked on the carriage, and immediately there was a questioning voice from outside: "Your Highness?"

"Bring another basin of clean water," said the prince.

Wu Damai got on the car, stood on the railing outside the car, bent down to take out the water basin, and then brought in a basin of clean water.

It can be seen that the East Palace carriage is fully equipped, and a basin of water is still full.

Not only can it fill up, but there are also seasonal petals floating in the water, which are clever and spirited, just like blooming in the water for no reason.

Smell carefully, and there are bursts of fragrance in the wandering water.

Song Chunjing: "..."

Seeing his slightly moving expression, the prince immediately understood, and he ordered with a calm face, "Change to clean water."

Before getting out of the car, Wu Da didn't dare to ask nonsense, poured out half of the exquisite and beautiful basin of water, and filled another half of the basin with a new one.

Song Chunjing went to pull out the small drawer on the top of the medicine box. The crown prince opened it with quick eyesight and quick hands, and took out a medicine bag, "Is this it?"

Song Chun nodded.

The prince opened the medicine bag and said: "You command, I will do it."

With a flip of his hand, he poured all the powder into it.

Song Chunjing said "Hey", "...Your Highness, there are too many."

The prince looked at the empty medicine bag, paused for a moment, and said with great wealth: "It's okay, I'll fill you up later."