Princess Han looked at Sheng Yong eagerly, and Lao Cao also looked at Sheng Yong eagerly.

At this moment, Feng Cheng strode in from outside.

"How is your highness?"

Feng Cheng's sudden appearance changed the topic. Sheng Yong turned around and cupped his fists towards Feng Cheng.

"See Mr. Feng."

Feng Cheng pretended not to know and frowned.

"Who is this?"

Cao Qinghe introduced: "Master Feng, this is His Majesty's Royal Guards Guard Qianhu, Master Sheng Yong."

Feng Cheng looked displeased: "So the guards at the door were also brought by Shanda people?"

Sheng Yong nodded.

Feng Cheng angrily pulled Sheng Yong to the bed, pushed aside the medical officers, and pointed at Zhu Song, who was pale and with chapped lips on the bed.

"Come, come and see for yourself. Take a look at the arrow wound on my Highness's shoulder. This arrow is an arrow made by Uliang Hart. Unless it is shot through from behind, otherwise it will take a lot of people with it when it is pulled out.

A piece of meat!”

"But the arrow hit His Highness's shoulder. There was a shoulder blade blocking the back, and it couldn't go through at all. If it weren't for me, I had followed the Duke of Guizhou to fight in Yunnan in the past, and the local indigenous people had used similar bows and arrows.

It’s considered a bit of experience, but I’m afraid the wound will be bigger and more shocking now!”

"My Highness is in a hurry to return to Beijing to mourn and perform filial piety in front of the late Emperor's soul. The King of Liao not only refused to give way, but also sent heavy troops to guard him. He said that he would wait until he came back before letting my Highness pass. Is it still too late to wait until he comes back?"

"My Highness was about to enter the Pass. As soon as I heard that Wu Liangha came to attack Kaiyuan while His Highness was gone after the death of the late Emperor, he immediately returned to rescue us. If His Highness had not come back in time, I am afraid that Kaiyuan would have been gone by now.

It fell into the hands of Wu Liangha!"

"His Highness was shot down in order to protect his family and country! His Highness is lying on this bed now. Mr. Shanda, please take a good look at the wound on his shoulder that is almost bigger than the mouth of a bowl!"

Sheng Yong was pointed at by Feng Cheng and looked at the shocking wounds. He could even faintly see the bones on his shoulders. It was an exaggeration to say that the bowl was big, but it was much larger than a wine cup.

"This court has never received news that His Royal Highness King Han was injured before. This..."

"Sir Shanda, when the late emperor passed away and the new emperor ascended the throne, how could His Highness use such things to trouble His Majesty? It's okay to be injured, but Your Highness has not woken up for two days. This is Prince Han's Mansion.

It might collapse one day!”

Sheng Yong was deceived one after another, but after all, he was Zhu Yunwen's confidant. He was trained by Prince Yiwen and Emperor Jianwen successively. How could he believe it?

Sheng Yong thought for a while and said: "Princess, Master Feng, I am not just bringing the royal guards here this time, I am also bringing the imperial physician from the palace. The imperial physician is very skilled in medicine. Why not let the imperial physician from the palace show it to His Highness King Han?"

Take a look?"

Princess Han, Feng Cheng and Cao Qinghe all knew that this was due to Sheng Yong's distrust. After hearing this, the medical officer named Lu thought about it and said to the princess.

"Princess, since this lord has brought the imperial physician from the capital here, why not let the imperial physician come in for diagnosis and treatment? There may be some way to do it."

After hearing this, Princess Han nodded: "In that case, please ask Shanda people to invite the imperial doctor outside the door."

Sheng Yong handed over his hand, then walked out of the backyard of the palace and walked all the way out. As he was walking, he suddenly saw a servant from Prince Han's palace winking at him.

This should be the Cha Zi arranged by Jin Yiwei in Prince Han's Mansion.

Sheng Yong ignored him, but walked outside the palace gate and found one person among the thousands of royal guards.

This man is not an imperial physician at all. This man is a prisoner of Jinyiwei, who specializes in autopsy. His judgment on human blood and injuries is sometimes more accurate than that of the imperial physician at the imperial hospital.

"You will come in with me later to take a look at His Royal Highness King Han's injuries. In His Royal Highness Han King's bedroom, there are blood stains that he spit out everywhere on the floor. I can't tell whether it is human blood or the blood of other animals.

.”

"clear!"

The man followed Sheng Yong back to the backyard of the palace. When Feng Cheng saw that this so-called imperial doctor was also wearing a flying fish suit, he said angrily.

"Sheng Shanda, you are going a little too far. How can any imperial physician wear a flying fish suit? He is clearly a royal guard!"

Sheng Yong smiled and explained: "Master Feng, I am not lying. This is indeed the imperial physician sent to Jinyiwei by the imperial hospital. After all, we have traveled thousands of miles from Yingtian. It is inevitable that we will have a headache and fever along the way.

Yes, it is very necessary to have an imperial physician with the team!"

What Sheng Yong said was logical, and Feng Cheng couldn't think of any solution, so he could only snort and say nothing.

Then Sheng Yong winked at the Jin Yiwei, who looked at the blood on the ground and came to the bedside of His Royal Highness King Han. At this moment, King Han's wound was still exposed.

How terrifying is this wound? Even the prisoners who often come into contact with corpses and tortured prisoners in the prison can't help but take a breath when looking at it.

"This arrow wound is a bit too scary. It's even scarier than a fire shot."

Medical officer Lu next to him said disdainfully: "Of course, this arrow is a bow made by Wu Liangha. The barbs on it can easily catch the surrounding flesh. If Lord Feng Cheng hadn't had some experience, I'm afraid that the whole arrow would be broken now."

I can’t even save my shoulder.”

"I wonder, this imperial physician, how can you cure His Highness? I would like to hear the details."

After hearing this, the man didn't answer. Instead, he knelt on the ground and touched the blood on the ground. He picked off a piece of dried blood scab on the ground and put it to his nose and smelled it. It was indeed human blood.

The man looked at Sheng Yong and slowly closed his eyes, indicating that there was nothing wrong with the blood on the ground, it was indeed human blood.

Then the man began to take the pulse in a decent manner. Although the man was not a serious doctor, he could still detect the general pulse condition. Although Han Wang Zhu Song's pulse was stable, it was obviously weak and weak, which was also a symptom of excessive blood loss.

Wu Zuo stood up and raised his hands to everyone.

"I'm really sorry. I don't have any good solutions for your highness's current situation. I'm good at diagnosing and treating colds and fevers. After all, I'm not a military doctor, so I'm not very good at trauma."

After hearing this, Medical Officer Lu rolled his eyes at him.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Sheng Yong quickly said: "This is an oversight on my part. After all, this imperial physician is not a military doctor, so he does have little experience in sword injuries."

After Sheng Yong finished speaking, he waved his hand to indicate that he could go down.
Chapter completed!