The waste prince is so fierce

Zhao Qian thought to himself that something was wrong. He didn't expect Zhang Hu to track him here.

At the moment, his ankle was injured and he had difficulty moving. In addition, the previous battle had already consumed a lot of his physical strength. The current situation was extremely unfavorable to him.

Zhang Hu approached step by step, with a cruel smile on his face: "Zhao Qian, your doomsday has come!"

Zhao Qian held the dagger tightly, his eyes determined. Even in a desperate situation, he would never give up resistance. He took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm, looking for Zhang Hu's flaws.

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the distance.

Zhao Qian and Zhang Hu turned their heads at the same time and saw a group of cavalry running towards them.

Zhao Qian was secretly delighted, thinking this might be his chance to escape. He took the opportunity to throw a smoke bomb at Zhang Hu, and the smoke spread instantly.

Under the cover of smoke, Zhao Qian struggled to stand up and limped away towards the clinic.

He knew that he had to find a clinic as soon as possible to treat his ankle injury. Otherwise, even if he escaped Zhang Hu's pursuit, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the imperial capital.

Finally, Zhao Qian saw the clinic at the end of the street.

He pushed the door open and saw that the hall was brightly lit and an old man was treating a patient. Zhao Qian didn't care about much else and went straight to the old man to ask him to treat his ankle.

The old man looked up at Zhao Qian, then lowered his head to continue bandaging the patient in his hands. He said calmly, "Young man, wait a moment, I will take care of the patient here right away."

Zhao Qian panted and said, "Please hurry up, I'm being hunted, time is running out."

The old man's eyes were sharp, but his hands were steady: "I understand, just be patient."

Zhao Qian had to force himself to calm down. He leaned against the counter of the clinic, holding the dagger tightly, and was always alert to the movement outside the door. On the smoky street, Zhang Hu's figure gradually blurred, but Zhao Qian knew that he would not give up easily.

After a few minutes, the old man finally finished treating the patient.

Zhao Qian sat on the chair, sweating profusely. It was difficult for him to even speak. "Doctor, help me stop the bleeding first!"

The old man stood up, slowly walked to Zhao Qian, and carefully examined his injuries.

Under the light, Zhao Qian's face, covered in blood and sweat, looked particularly haggard.

The old man sighed slightly: "Young man, you are seriously injured."

Zhao Qian forced a smile and said, "Doctor, my life is hanging by a thread. Only you can save me."

The old man nodded, took out a roll of gauze and some herbs, and began to treat Zhao Qian's wound. His movements were skillful and gentle, and his fingers moved around Zhao Qian's ankle like feathers.

Zhao Qian gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He knew that now was not the time to relax, as the danger outside the clinic still existed.

While treating the wound, the old man asked, "Why are you being hunted?

Zhao Qian replied in a weak voice: "I have offended people who should not be offended and offended the powerful."

The old man nodded and said: "The world is dangerous, young man, you must be careful."

Outside, the smoke gradually dissipated and Zhang Hu's figure appeared again.

He held the knife tightly, his face full of murderous intent, and walked towards the clinic step by step. His footsteps sounded particularly terrifying in the night, like the footsteps of the god of death.

Zhang Hu slowly approached the clinic and whispered to himself, "Zhao Qian, don't think you can escape by hiding in this broken clinic."

In the clinic, Zhao Qian's wound had been bandaged, but he still felt dizzy. The old man handed him a small bottle and said, "This is painkiller, take it first."

Zhao Qian took the bottle, quickly swallowed the pills, and felt the pain gradually eased: "Thank you, doctor.

Zhao Qian took a deep breath, feeling the effect of the medicine gradually take effect. He tried to keep himself awake: "Doctor, the man outside will not let me go. I have to leave as soon as possible."

The old man nodded, frowning slightly, obviously worried about Zhao Qian's situation: "You are not able to move too much due to your current injuries, but I have a secret passage here that may help you escape."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Zhao Qian's eyes, and he thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, doctor, you saved my life."

The old man said no more, turned around and walked to the corner of the clinic, peeled off a piece of floor, revealing a secret entrance: "Go in, the secret passage is not long, but the exit is a messy alley, it should be possible to avoid being hunted down for a while.

Zhao Qian looked at the entrance to the secret passage on the floor, his eyes flashing with determination: "Thank you, doctor. I will never forget your life-saving grace."

The old man nodded, with an unreadable look in his eyes: "Go in quickly, remember, be careful at the exit, there are many ruffians hiding there."

Zhao Qian nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up while holding onto the wall.

He picked up the dagger and walked towards the entrance of the secret passage step by step with determination.

The old man bent down to help him uncover the wooden board at the entrance. Zhao Qian bent down with difficulty and entered the secret passage.

The secret passage was dark and damp, and the air was filled with a musty smell.

Zhao Qian held the wall with one hand and held the dagger tightly with the other, and walked forward unsteadily.

The secret passage was narrow and low, so he had to hunch over to move forward.

With every step he took, he felt a piercing pain in the injured ankle, but he knew that this was not the time to stop.

With Zhang Hu chasing him closely behind him, he had to escape from here as soon as possible.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, a faint light finally appeared ahead.

Zhao Qian was delighted, knowing that the exit was right in front of him.

He quickened his pace, endured the pain, and finally reached the end of the secret passage.

Pushing open the wooden board at the exit, a cold wind mixed with the unique smell of the alley blew in his face. Zhao Qian stuck his head out, surrounded by a dilapidated alley. It was dim at night, and the alley was quiet, without a single person in sight.

He carefully crawled out of the secret passage and stood up. His ankle injury made it difficult for him to stand, but he still gritted his teeth and held on. He knew that he could not stay here for long and had to find a safe place to hide as soon as possible.

However, just as he walked out of the alley, a group of thugs suddenly surrounded him.

They held daggers in their hands and stared at Zhao Qian with ferocious looks.

"Boy, judging from your appearance, you should have a lot of money on you, right?" said one of the leaders with a grin.

Zhao Qian's heart tightened, but he did not show the slightest panic.

He held the dagger tightly and looked at the group of people coldly: "I don't want to cause trouble, get out of the way!"

"Wow, he's quite arrogant! Come on, brothers, show him some color!" The leader waved his hand, and the other thugs rushed forward immediately.

Zhao Qian brandished a dagger and fought with them.

Although he was injured, he was still very agile.

After a while, several thugs fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

When the leader saw this, his face changed and he swung his stick and hit Zhao Qian hard.

Zhao Qian dodged sideways and stabbed the man's thigh with his knife.

Suddenly, blood gushed out and the man screamed and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, the other thugs retreated.

Zhao Qian took the opportunity to break free from the encirclement and limped away.