Chapter 270: heal

"See Emperor!"
"Hurry up, you don't need these red tapes to rush to the Prince." The emperor urged the rush to go to Wu Jiming for treatment.
When Wu Jiming was carried in just now, his legs and flesh were blurred, and he felt a little worried. After all, he was his son or heir to the throne. How could he not worry?
All the Taiyi doctors at Taiji Hospital are waiting in the East Palace. It can be seen how serious this situation is. After seeing them, most Taiyi doctors feel helpless.
"How's it going? The prince's pain has passed out. You haven't rushed to treat him, what are you waiting for?" The emperor shouted when he saw that these doctors didn't move.
The director of the Taiji Hospital eased the pain of Wu Jiming with a silver needle, and let people take part in the film. "The situation of His Majesty the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness is not optimistic. The old minister must observe again
. "
The Physician knelt down in the East Palace. Everyone was afraid to speak. The dean of the Physician Hospital could only speak out on behalf of the crowd, and heard the back of everyone cold.
"What are you talking about? What is the situation that can't be optimistic? If there is something wrong with the Prince, you will all be buried with you!" The emperor was furious and saw Wu Jiming lying on the bed, looking miserable
White.
The prince of a country was actually assassinated like this. Wouldn't it make people in other countries laugh at them? "A bunch of idiots! What are you doing to support you?"
The doctors knelt on the ground and did not dare to say a word, and the emperor could not help, "You guys, don't hurry up and let the grandma get out to study the method of treating the prince."
"The ministers must do their best." The elder doctors were waiting in the side hall, studying the method of rescuing the prince together.
The weather was hot, and the traditional Chinese doctors treated Wu Jiming with a traditional method and sprinkled gold sores. However, this could not cure the wounds of hot weapons at all.
The wound did not heal, but instead became more and more severe. As the weather changed, the wound began to become inflamed, causing Wu Jiming to cry in bed all the time.
"Ah ... you idiots, this palace is going to hurt. Will you cure it?" The doctor came over and scraped away the inflamed areas, and it hurt Wu Jiming to survive.
The doctors had no choice but to kneel in the palace and listen to the prince's insults. The director of the Taiji Hospital also kept shaking his hands, the wounds on his legs were inflamed, and he had to deal with them.
"His Royal Highness, please bear with me. The old minister must shave off the inflamed area." He relented, healed the wound quickly, and bandaged it again.
As time flies by day, the Prince's wounds are getting more and more serious. The Emperor has no choice but to publish the emperor list, recruiting famous doctors from around the world to treat Wu Jiming.
Above the chapel, because of the Prince ’s injuries, it also caused a sensation for a while, and Dong Yuan quietly showed a smile where no one saw it.
After the emperor went down, he went to the East Palace to see Wu Jiming, and saw that he was still listless, the wound was still so serious, his brows were locked up, and his heart was irritable. "No one can heal the prince yet?
? "
Everyone was silent, and they had already come to several doctors who claimed to be folk doctors. After seeing them, they all shook their heads and were helpless about this injury.
"Useless things, continue to study for me, no matter who enters the palace, as long as it is a doctor, all of you are called to see the palace." The emperor was also ill and rushed to the doctor.
Every day, some folk doctors come to see Wu Jiming, and even some people who come here to visit the Prince are pretending to be doctors.
Even so, no one can come up with a good way to heal the prince. After knowing it, Dong Feixue couldn't stop smiling.
"Deserve it, who made him so arrogant, the heavens are reincarnation, and someone will come to clean him up." Dong Feixue's eyes flashed with light, not to mention how happy she was.
That night, she went to see Wu Jiming in the name of taking care of her prince, and she was also holding a food container in her hand.
Wu Jiming was so intolerable that he maintained himself every day with some painkillers. When he saw Dong Feixue coming, his eyes flashed with disgust, "What are you doing? Look at my joke?"
Dong Feixue put the food box next to the bed and smiled brightly. "I was here to take care of His Royal Highness. His Royal Highness must have not eaten such a delicious pastry for a long time?"
She picked up a piece of pastry, and pinched a piece of orange pastry with her delicate fingers, and saw Wu Jiming's appetite. "You are so kind today?" He was a little skeptical.
Dong Feixue smiled, put the cake into his mouth, and teased him, helping him to leave the East Palace immediately after eating a few pieces of cake, and Wu Jiming slept well that day.
But the next day, he didn't feel so good. "Come here, come here, itch to death this palace, come to people, this palace is about to die."
Early in the morning, he started calling, his body began to ache again, and with other conditions, his body was itchy, and the doctors hurried to see the doctor.
Dong Feixue learned that his illness had recurred, and laughed in the house with a trembling smile. "Hahaha, deserve it, die man, hum, let you bully me, know how bad it is!"
She decided to check on Wu Jiming's condition, and entered the palace again. When she entered the palace, she met Wu Jitian and Dong Ling and also passed by the East Palace.
"The emperor, the maid can save His Royal Highness." Dong Ling and Wu Jitian stood in front of the crowd and deterred them all at once. No one expected that the county master would have this ability.
The emperor's face was also a bit unstoppable. He had never thought of asking Dong Ling to come for treatment, mainly because Wu Jitian made him look uncomfortable. "Then you try it."
Dong Ling's mouth twitched, and he took his own things and went to treat Wu Jiming. Wu Jiming saw her as if he had seen hope, and his eyes kept falling on her.
"His Royal Highness, you may have to be patient, I will help you deal with the wound." She kindly reminded Wu Jiming that Wu Jiming didn't take it seriously and just nodded.
Wu Jitian stood next to her as her assistant. Dong Ling pulled out a dagger and quickly removed the carrion from his wound. Wu Jiming gritted his teeth and held it.
She prepared the anesthetic, but she was not prepared to use it for Wu Jiming, and he should suffer well. "His Royal Highness, I can help you take out the hidden weapon, and you can bear it."
Wu Jiming nodded, but when she started, he still fainted in pain and yelled, shaking everyone around him.
"His Royal Highness is no problem. I will ask your doctors to handle the next thing!" Dong Ling put away her tools and stood on the other side.
In the end, his life was saved, but Dong Feixue was unhappy. "Dammit Dong Ling, destroy my plan again!"
She was going to get revenge on Wu Jiming, and her plan was disturbed again.