Hida [Daughter of the Nile] being picked up

There were chaotic footsteps at the door, some heavy and some light, the only thing in common was that they were all in a hurry.

Xida was wrapped in a blanket and sat on the bed with her knees hugged. She knew that just across the wall, Prince Izmi was fetching bullets. Doctors and maids crowded the corridor outside the door. Even the king and queen came to Izmi together. in the palace.

Everyone is waiting for news from the prince.

Xida felt that her whole body was a little stiff, and she couldn't even move her steps to push the door open.

"Hurry up! Where's the hot water!" She heard Mura's exasperated voice, completely losing her former composure.

"Bring in the medicine!" "His Royal Highness is a little unconscious—" The chaotic shouts intertwined.

"Izmi, my son—" the queen's crying voice gradually lowered, and there was another commotion. It seemed that the queen had passed out, and everyone quickly worked together to take her out of here.

I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it, why not go there?Cedar tightly covered her ears with her hands, and plunged into the pillow.

She desperately wanted to crush the piece of stuff in her mind that made her breathless, but the shadow stubbornly hovered in her mind, "Xila, I might die." She again Thinking of Izumi's deep eyes that night, it seemed sad and resentful.

If Prince Izmi really—— Shida gripped the quilt tightly.

He didn't deserve to die!Xida thought of the handsome prince he saw when he was picked up from the sea by the big net that day. He shouldn't be struggling on the sick bed like this now, it shouldn't be like this!

If I didn't appear—once this thought popped up, it was like a weed that grew wildly, and all the fear, complaint, and sadness became the nourishment of this kind of self-doubt, like the tentacles in the depths of the devil, tightening her heartbeat little by little.

Xida couldn't help thinking, if he hadn't shown up, wouldn't he have encountered such a thing?He can get a more perfect girl, who is still high-spirited and ambitious, and occasionally blows his flute like a down-and-out poet to dispel his sorrows.Or maybe if she stayed in peace and contentment and didn't cause so much trouble, wouldn't he not be injured and still gallop in the desert and plateau.

Would it be better for everyone if I didn't show up?Kim won't be demoted, Izumi won't get hurt, and even Yuya might just happen to be taking Bisang out on an outing.

It was me who fell into the history and disturbed everything, boundless despair flooded up, and Xida felt that her breath seemed to be choked.

She couldn't see the river bank where she could free herself, and there was nothing but pain.

"Squeak—" The door was suddenly pushed open, and Xida bounced back as if she had been whipped suddenly.

"Xila, Your Highness is suffering in pain, are you just here to relax here alone?" Mulla's tone was not polite, and when she touched Xida's frightened and painful expression, she said slowly, "Your Highness wants meet you."

"Is Your Highness alright?" Xida immediately asked.

"No, not yet," Mulla said stiffly, "Maybe you can cheer His Highness up a bit."

Following Mura like sleepwalking, as soon as she stepped into Izmi's room, Shida smelled a bloody smell.

There were many people in the room, surrounded by doctors, all men, and Xida, who was wearing a gorgeous long dress, was a bit out of place in it, but everyone was staring at Prince Izmi, and no one paid attention to her entry.

The work of fetching bullets was still going on. On the small couch in the middle, Izmi was lying there topless, the muscles in his waist were clearly visible one by one, and traces of blood could be faintly seen on the ground around the couch.

Xida walked lightly from the side to Izmi's bedside, she didn't dare to look up at what was going on, they might be cutting Izmi's flesh little by little.

Izmi's complexion was no longer that of a living person, his pale face was distorted, and the sweat on his forehead had already wetted his hair. Xida's whole body went limp, and he knelt down beside him.

Approaching Izmi's face, she called: "Your Highness—" There was no sound, and she called again and again in a panic, "Your Highness—Izmi—"

"Xilda." Izmi opened his eyes slightly, his voice was low and inaudible, "Are you afraid?"

"Your Highness, don't talk." Seeing that the veins on Izmi's forehead had become raised due to the pain, Xida said over and over again, "Your Highness, it's okay, it's okay."

Xida couldn't help getting closer, she couldn't think at all, she stretched out her hands and wiped Izmi's sweat with her sleeves.

"I'm very afraid that I will die like this." Izumi turned his head with difficulty to meet Xida's gaze, and slowly raised his right hand.

As if sensing what he meant, Xida quickly took his big hand and placed it in front of her chest, rubbing it nonstop as if this would bring him more vitality, lowered her head and pressed her forehead against his hand tightly, Xida found herself trembling, "Your Highness, please get better."

"Shida." Izmi's lips moved slightly.

"Your Highness can't hold it anymore, pour this down to Your Highness!" An old man next to him yelled and stuffed a silver pot into Xida's arms, and the surrounding doctors became even more chaotic. Grow a few more hands.

Xida's hands trembled violently, and most of the foul-smelling black concoction spilled out, she didn't care too much, she directly stretched out her hand and grabbed Izmi's mouth forcefully to separate his jaw, and squeezed his jaw through the small opening. I poured all the medicine down, and then wiped away the few drops that fell outside with my cuff.

"Your Highness—wake up, Your Highness." She clasped Izmi's hand tightly, like a miser clutching his own gold.

A muffled groan came out of Izumi's throat, and the sudden jerk of his hand made Shida's bones ache, and the muscles in his hand tightened and bulged.

A small stream of blood flew out, and the old doctor shouted excitedly, "It's been pulled out!" A crisp sound fell on the stone on the ground.

The next work will be much smoother, but it is only compared to before. The doctors cut off the carrion around the wound skillfully. Every time the knife moves, Izmi will twitch once, and even Xida will also twitch. The heartbeat stopped for a moment, and finally the old doctor stood up with a long breath, and sprinkled a lot of hemostatic medicine on Izmi's wound as if free of money.

"From now on, Your Highness only needs to rest." Finally, the old doctor who took the lead gave a verdict.

Xida fell to the ground in a slump, surrounded by blood. This was the first time she watched the tug-of-war between life and death played out in such a tragic way in front of her. There was no anesthesia or intubation. Even the tiniest flaw in the various instruments of the son, Izmi in front of him may never be able to open his eyes again.

Fortunately, nothing happened. Her heartbeat gradually slowed down and her body felt a little chilly. Only then did she realize that her back was drenched in cold sweat.

The maids came over in an orderly manner to wipe off the blood, wiped Izmi's chest with hot water and covered him with a clean blanket.

Suddenly, something moved in the palm of his hand, and Shida looked up and found that Izumi had opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Xilda, it's all right." Izumi's face was still pale, and his brown eyes had never been so gentle. "I'm glad to see you."

Xida's throat felt a little dry, "I—"

At this time, Izmi suddenly let go of Xida's hand without leaving a trace, and turned to look in the direction of the door. It was the king who came in, "Izmi, my son, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, father." Izmi said slowly, "I'm worrying you and the queen mother."

"It's good to be all right, damn Egyptian." The king let out a long sigh of relief, and turned to sternly, "Izmi, you are too careless. How can you be so reckless as the only heir of Bitedo!"

"Father, I will pay attention, this time I miscalculated." Izmi said helplessly.

"You should take good care of my wounds from now on, and you must avenge me for this revenge. You will lose all the face of Bitaido!" After finishing speaking, the king coughed dryly, "Forget it, you should recuperate first." He Glancing at Xida, who was lowering her head, she casually said, "This is your new beauty? Take good care of Izmi."

After finally sending his father away, Izmi turned to look at Xida, who was keeping his head down and motionless, when suddenly he saw something crystal clear on the ground.

"Xila, are you crying?" He froze.

"I cried? Did you?" Xida hurriedly wiped the corners of her eyes with her hands, and said incoherently, "No, why did I cry, haha, no more."

"Xila, are you crying for me?" Izmi Wen asked, looking at Xida silently.

Xida was shocked, and a choked voice came from below, "Yes, Your Highness, please, don't let yourself fall into this danger again..."

The tears on her face slid even more fiercely, falling down her chin and onto the hem of the skirt, staining patches of dark stains.

Izmi felt his heart melt, was his prayer finally heard?

"Shida, do you love me?" Izumi asked softly, as if the whole world was quiet just to welcome this moment, he held his breath.

"Yes, I love you, I love you!" Xida buried her head and cried loudly.

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