Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

Song Nian carried the injured Song Zhiyu on his back, hurriedly walked to his bedroom, and shouted anxiously, "Come here! Call the imperial doctor!" Nian was so flustered, "His Royal Highness, this is..."

"Don't ask, just call the imperial doctor!" Song Nian couldn't help shouting.

"Yes!"

Shang Feng, who came later, saw Yuan Xin was in a hurry, and asked, "Yuan Xin, what happened? But His Royal Highness, the old illness relapsed?"

"His Royal Highness brought back an injured man from somewhere, covered in blood! Oh, I don't tell you that my life is at stake, I have to call the imperial doctor immediately!"

"Let me go, I run faster than you, you go inside and take care of it."

"Okay, then hurry up!"

In the dormitory, Song Nian put Song Zhiyu on his bed. Seeing Song Zhiyu covered in injuries, his heart ached. It was dark and he couldn't see the injuries clearly. Looking at it now, there is no good place here. A blood man.

Do you know what happened and why you were injured so badly?Song Nian tried to wipe off the blood on Song Zhiyu's face with his sleeve, but he couldn't wipe it off. Song Nian became anxious, "Shangfeng! Get a basin of water!"

"His Royal Highness, the water is here."

"Yuan Xin? Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to call for the imperial doctor?" "Just now when I was going out, I happened to meet Shang Feng. Thinking that Shang Feng was running fast, I asked Shang Feng to call for it."

"Alright, hurry up and fetch some more basins of water."

"Yes." Yuan Xin put down the copper basin carefully, and ran out again.

Song Nian wet the towel and wiped Song Zhiyu's face carefully.Yuan Xin quickly fetched two more basins of water, fearing that Song Nian would be tired, so she said: "Let Yuan Xin come, Your Highness is still ill, don't get tired!" "

"It's okay, the king will come by himself." Yuan Xin looked at Song Nian and Song Zhiyu as if he had known each other for a long time, but she looked at Song Zhiyu lying on the bed and remembered that Song Nian had never had such a Friends, puzzled, asked Song Nian: "Your Highness, is this young master..."

"He is me..." Song Nian whispered

"Ah? What? Yuan Xin didn't hear clearly, who do you think he is, His Royal Highness?"

"It's okay, I just passed by the pond and saw him lying on the ground with serious injuries and rescued him. Why hasn't the imperial doctor arrived yet!?" Song Nian almost revealed that he had known Song Zhiyu for a long time, and when he changed the subject, Yuan Xin didn't doubt it either. , but became anxious, "It is reasonable to say that Shangfeng should be back, Yuan Xin will go to the door to have a look." He stepped back a few steps and saluted the prince in a hurry, then walked outside the door, and before he took two steps, he was gone. The imperial physician Shangfeng bumped into the panting imperial physician, holding a medicine box in one hand and a clothes hem in the other, and entered the hall in a bit of a state of embarrassment: "You little guard is too messy!" Yuan Xin hurried forward Supporting Shunqi: "Physician Wang, Your Highness is in a hurry, please take care of me, a young master is seriously injured, please go and have a look."

Doctor Wang calmed down a bit, and heard Yuan Xin say 'Young Master', "Isn't it His Royal Highness?"

"It was a strange son, His Highness kindly rescued him when he passed by."

"Is the imperial doctor here?" Song Nian asked loudly when he heard Yuan Xin's voice inside.

"Your Highness, Royal Physician Wang is here."

"Please come in soon!" Song Nian hurriedly got up to give up his seat, and worriedly told Wang Yuyi about Song Zhiyu's situation, "He has injuries all over his body, bleeding a lot, and he fainted for a while. Wake up, take a closer look."

"His Royal Highness, don't worry, the old man will take a closer look."

Shang Feng moved the chair and placed it beside the bed early on, but Royal Physician Wang did not sit down, and bent over to support Song Zhiyu's head. No deep or shallow scars.Turning Song Zhiyu's head from side to side, he found that there was an obvious blood hole on the back of the head, and the coagulated blood was tangled in the hair. If the wound here is not treated in time, the internal injury may be fatal.

"Your Highness, the injury on this young master's face looks scary but it's not a serious problem, but the blood clotting at the back of the head needs to be dealt with immediately. And the injury on the body, you need to take off your clothes to see what happened." Wang Yu The doctor said to Song Nian.

Song Nian heard that Song Zhiyu had an injury on the back of his head, frowned, and suddenly felt tense, "Doctor Wang, is the injury on the back of his head serious? Could there be a concussion?"

"Concussion? What kind of disease is that?" The imperial doctor looked at him with doubts on his face. The moment Song Nian blurted out, he realized that he had said something wrong.Fortunately, the imperial doctor didn't worry too much, and looked at the patient in front of him with a serious expression, "This young master has a lot of wounds, he needs to take off his clothes, let the next official check carefully, so that he can prescribe the right medicine."

If there is King Lao's imperial doctor, this king will take off his clothes for him. "

"Don't dare to bother Your Highness, just let the maid and the servants come." Royal Physician Wang hurriedly cupped his hands in panic and said.

"It doesn't matter, you just prepare the things you need later, and let Shang Feng help me." Song Nian stepped forward without a trace, rolled up his large sleeves, and called Yuan Yuan who was on the side. Heart, I really plan to do it myself.

Physician Wang comprehended, and stopped persuading him to step aside, and took out the possible healing items from the medicine box one by one, being a little more cautious.

Afraid of disturbing the wound, Song Nian's movements were as gentle as possible, the blood soaked his clothes, and he was shocked to see that Shang Feng, who was helping Song Zhiyu by the side, frowned more and more tightly as he slowly took off the clothes.

After taking off his inner clothes, Song Nian's back was covered with sweat, Yuan Xin, who was farther away from the bed, gasped subconsciously, and penetrated into everyone's hearts in the quiet bedroom.New wounds piled up with old wounds. Although he was not completely ignorant, seeing it with his own eyes, Song Nian felt that his heart seemed to be covered with scars.

Song Nian didn't dare to think about what Song Zhiyu in this world has experienced. Even if this is the case in the palace, what will happen at home.

"This..." Rao, the experienced doctor Wang, was at a loss for words when he saw the injury in front of him.Song Nian clenched his hands tightly, controlling his emotions, appearing extraordinarily calm at such a young age.He turned his head and said to Royal Physician Wang: "Please trouble Mr. Wang, you must check carefully, and you don't have to worry about administering medicine. If something happens in the future, this king will take responsibility." After speaking, he stood up and gave way, his expression full of sincerity.As soon as this remark came out, Royal Physician Wang did not dare to be negligent. He carefully examined Song Zhiyu's whole body, and then answered after finishing his words: "His Royal Highness, this young master's injuries are mostly traumatic, and they are not life-threatening. The gold sore medicine specially made by the hospital can heal within a few days. The injury on the back of the head is the most dangerous, but fortunately it was treated in time and no blood stasis was formed. In addition, the son’s body is in good health, and when the old minister prescribes a prescription, he will be able to recuperate calmly and recuperate without any serious problems."

After hearing these words, Song Nian breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the bed and looked at Song Zhiyu and asked, "Then when will he wake up?"

"The young master is in a coma due to excessive blood loss. The old minister prescribed another prescription for nourishing qi and blood for the young master. If there is no accident, he will wake up tomorrow, but..."

"Doctor Wang has something to say, please tell me."

"Although the injury on this young man's body is not serious, the wounds are all in the weak places. Many old wounds have not healed and new wounds have been added. Even if he is young and healthy, he can't bear such wear and tear. After waking up, he needs to recuperate. So as not to fall to the root of the disease, and avoid long-term torture in the future."

When Song Nian heard about it, he took a deep look at Song Zhiyu, "Don't worry, Mr. Wang, this king will take good care of him and give him good advice when he wakes up."

"It's not too late to trouble this little guard to go to the Royal Hospital with the old minister to get prescriptions and medicine."

"I'm going to trouble the old man tonight, let Shang Feng send you off on my behalf."

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince." Shang Feng took the order and exited the hall together with Royal Physician Wang.

Song Nian watched the two leave and turned around to prepare medicine for Song Zhiyu. Yuan Xin stepped forward and said, "His Royal Highness, come on, servant girl. You are worried that the son's injury will not be as good as your life this night. Your Highness is at ease."

"It's okay, Yuan Xin, go fetch some more basins of water."

Seeing that Song Nian insisted, Yuan Xin had no choice but to give up: "Yes."

After everyone left, Song Nian sat by the bed, looked at the wound on Song Zhiyu's body, wanted to touch it but was afraid of hurting it, "Zhiyu..."

"His Royal Highness, the water is coming, Your Highness, what are you..." Yuan Xin walked into the bedroom and saw the color of water in the corner of Song Nian's eyes, and was at a loss for what to do. After holding back for a long time, he suddenly relaxed. Juezhong burst into tears, turned his back to Yuan Xin and said, "Put the basin down and go out, I want to give him the medicine myself."

Yuan Xin was very worried, but looking at Song Nian's insistence, Yuan Xin couldn't say anything, so she put the water basin away and walked out of the room, "The servants have to step back first, what is the crown prince's order? .”

"Go."

Song Nian first wiped off the blood on Song Zhiyu's body with a towel, then opened the Jinchuang medicine given by Wang Yuyi and carefully applied it one by one. When it was applied to the wound on his leg, Song Nian saw Seeing a mark on Song Zhiyu's leg, his eyes widened in disbelief. This birthmark is exactly the same as his younger brother in reality!Although after several worlds, Song Nian has discovered that Song Zhiyu in each world has some shadows of Song Zhiyu in the real world, but he always thought it was because his younger brother brought him into himself when he wrote the settings of these novels, but this birthmark... ...there are too many similarities. Song Nian sat on the bed in shock, recalling the Song Zhiyu he met in the first two worlds. His doubts became deeper and deeper. He unconsciously touched Song Zhiyu's leg with his hands. On that birthmark.

"You... Are you Zhiyu?" Song Nian murmured in a low voice.

Song Nian carefully prepared good medicine for Song Zhiyu, and then asked Yuan Xin to take a set of clean clothes to change for Song Zhiyu. After all the work was done, it was already early morning, and the sky began to light up slowly. Feeling extremely tired, but didn't want to sleep in a side room, so she lay down beside Song Zhiyu's bed and fell asleep.

"hiss!"

Song Zhiyu woke up from a coma, the sun shining into the room made him feel a little glaring, Song Zhiyu opened his eyes after getting used to it for a while, and found himself lying in an unfamiliar environment, but when he wanted to get up, he touched his wounds, "Um!"

Song Nian also woke up, he hurriedly held his hand and asked, "Zhiyu, you woke up, how do you feel, is there any discomfort on your body?"

Song Zhiyu looked at the concerned young man in front of him, and asked in confusion, "Who are you? How do you know my name is Song Zhiyu, and where is this place?"

Song Nian suddenly realized that Song Zhiyu didn't know him at this time, so he told a little lie: "You passed out by the pond yesterday, and I passed by and rescued you. You told me your name before you passed out. You are now in my bedroom."

After Song Zhiyu heard Song Nian's words, Song Zhiyu seemed to remember something, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but he hid it for a moment, "So that's the case, thank you for saving me, sir, I don't know your name?"

"My name is Song Nian. I'm older than you. You can call me Brother Song Nian!" Song Nian looked at Song Zhiyu's big eyes that were exactly the same as those he remembered when he was a child, and his mood improved a little, and his tone of voice became a little bit more cheerful.

"Song Nian..." Song Zhiyu pursed his lips and said, "Brother Song Nian, Zhiyu thanks Brother Song Nian for saving his life!"

"You're welcome, I should have saved you!" Song Nian waved his hand.

"Huh?" Song Zhiyu was a little puzzled, Song Nian changed the subject and asked worriedly, "It's nothing, what's the matter, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I still feel a little dizzy, but the rest is fine. Don't worry, Brother Song Nian." Song Zhiyu replied truthfully.

After Song Zhiyu's reminder, Song Nian realized that he had been holding Song Zhiyu's hand. Song Nian let go of Song Zhiyu's hand, supported Song Zhiyu's body and laid him back on the bed, "You just woke up and it's inconvenient to sit for a long time. , just lie down for a while."

Song Nian remembered that Song Zhiyu hadn't taken anything other than medicine since last night and asked, "Are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"

"Fortunately, I'm not very hungry." Song Zhiyu shook his head slightly.

"If you're not very hungry, then you're hungry, Yuan Xin! Go and get some light porridge and side dishes." Song Nian ordered Yuan Xin who was on the side.

"Yes, Your Highness the Crown Prince! Would you like to have breakfast together?"

"I'm a little hungry, you can bring some more." Song Nian himself hadn't eaten since meeting Zhiyu yesterday, and now his stomach is very empty.

"Yes!"