Chapter 663: Lin Qing: I, professionally take the blame!

Song Zhiyuan, who was accompanied by Song Ci, went to treat the wound, saying it was a minor injury, but the speed of the raid was extremely fast, so he should have a hooked pierced pierced. When he ejaculated like this, a small piece of flesh was still hooked away from his arm, looking at the wound being bloody and bloody.

Song Ci's eyebrows were frowning, her face turned pale. She felt pain just when she looked at it, let alone the person involved.

But Song Zhiyuan is worthy of having seen great storms. Apart from his pale face, he didn't even blink his eyelids, and he looked like he was not surprised.

Real man!

Song Ci sighed secretly. While the powerful ministers are in control of power, they are also the target of assassination by many political enemies. Therefore, high-ranking officials and ministers are also a dangerous job, and they may be assassinated one day!

It is strange that no matter ancient and modern times, those high-ranking officials have groups of guards and bodyguards to protect them, which is really a worrying life.

"Does this need to be stitched? This trauma is the most likely to cause tetanus." Song Ci saw the imperial physician sprinkled the golden sore medicine on the wound and asked a question after slight sucking his eyelids.

The old doctor raised his head, looking puzzled: "Tebe?"

What kind of in-depth slang is this?

Song Ci was shocked and she said something again.

She instantly looked like an old god and said, "I also heard from my personal doctor's words, saying that if the trauma is not properly handled, it is easy to cause external infection, from a small injury to a large injury, which can cause fever, etc., and it is out of control. Therefore, it is best to disinfect the trauma. If there is strong alcohol, you can drink strong alcohol. If you don't, just add some light salt water to wipe the wound before bandaging it."

Lin Qing: "???"

She is not professional and mobile doctor enough, so she has to be a professional scapegoat?

The old doctor said: "That's true, this doctor girl has a lot of insights. The grandma, please rest assured that the golden sore medicine given to Song Xiang is the imperial medicine in the palace, and the medicine is very effective."

"That's good."

Song Zhiyuan said: "The old doctor, my inner child is pregnant, but unfortunately I heard that I was assassinated and got a fetal aura. I also asked the old doctor to help me explore the meridians."

The old doctor smiled and said, "I am not proficient in women's pregnancy. I can ask for consultations, but if I really want to pay attention to this, the prime minister has to go and invite Doctor Liu in the palace."

Song Zhiyuan nodded and said to Song Ci: "Mom, please take the old doctor to consult Gu first. I will change my clothes and come."

"Old doctor, come with me."

Song Ci and the old doctor left. As soon as they left, Song Zhiyuan's face sank and said to the air: "Is the person holding him?"

A shadow walked out of the darkness and knelt in front of Song Zhiyuan, saying, "Fortunately, I have taken the rest of the thief to the dark prison, waiting for the lord to leave."

"Don't rush to interrogate, keep it closed, don't let someone die." Song Zhiyuan said coldly: "There may be an assassin hidden in the city. If you ask someone to search, there are suspicious people."

"promise."

Song Zhiyuan waved his hand, and the shadow retreated. He sat on the chair and thought for a while before he called in to wash him.

It was already dawn, and a thin figure looked at the sky above his head in a courtyard, dark and deep, and behind him, there was a person kneeling.

"If Prince Song could assassinate so easily, he would not have climbed to his current position. He seemed to be indifferent everywhere, but in fact he was as proof of leakage as copper and iron bones. Now, wouldn't he try it out?" The figure coughed twice and said lightly: "Go down, let's break it into pieces, go out of the city to hide, don't do any extra things."

"Yes, my husband." The visitor responded respectfully and left backwards.

The figure stretched out and then fell snowflakes. Watching it melt in the palm of the palm, turning its wrist, water drops fell, and murmured: "The ice will always melt."
Chapter completed!