The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

Yun Mujiu looked at Doctor Fu, wanting to know the situation: "Have you treated Wei Song's injuries?"

Doctor Fu glanced at Wei Song's lower body and said, "Today I learned that General Wei's wound was inflamed. I wanted to treat the wound, but General Wei refused."

Wei Bo patted Doctor Fu on the shoulder and replied, "He was just conscious at that time. You can still treat his wound while he is unconscious. However, Wei Song is stubborn. I can understand your dilemma, Doctor Fu."

Yun Mujiu opened the medicine box and calmly ordered: "Turn Wei Song over and check his injuries."

"No!" Wei Bo and Doctor Fu said. Wei Song is a man, how could he let the princess see the injury?

In addition to the rejection voices from Wei Bo and Doctor Fu, a stern rebuke was heard from outside the door: "No!"

Ye Xiaohan suddenly appeared at the door, his deep eyes looking straight at Yun Mujiu, "Are you going to treat Wei Song's injury?"

Wei Bai hesitated to speak, but still said: "Princess, Wei Song is injured in the waist, hips, and thighs. It would be better for Doctor Fu to treat the wounds."

Yun Mujiu knew that everyone had misunderstood her meaning, so she looked back at Ye Xiaohan and explained, "I'm not checking the injury, I'm asking someone to turn Wei Song over so that Doctor Fu can treat him."

She was a doctor, and she didn't differentiate between men and women. But this dynasty was a bit like the ancient world, and people's thinking was still somewhat feudal. She was not afraid of trouble, and she didn't want to give people a handle to gossip about her.

The most important thing is that she can save Wei Song's life, but it is just saving his life, she won't do anything else. Doctor Fu will handle other injuries.

"Well," Ye Xiaohan walked in, "Your fracture has not healed yet, don't act rashly."

Yun Mujiu put on light makeup, the scar on her forehead faded a lot, and the sword mark on her cheek was no longer visible.

Ye Xiao glanced coldly at Wei Song and Doctor Fu. After taking a look at Wei Song, he said to Doctor Fu, "Doctor Fu, cure Wei Song."

Wei Song was not only a brother for many years, but also a trusted confidant. If he died of a fever, it would be a waste of talent and a life.

"I obey your command!" Doctor Fu said in a serious voice.

Wei Bai felt relieved. Fortunately, Ye Xiaohan was not angry with them for looking for the princess in private.

Ye Xiaohan came to Yun Mujiu's side and said, "I have to leave the house for something, so please be careful in the house. If you have any questions, please find Wei Bai and Butler Zeng, or ask the personal guards to contact me."

"Okay, I understand." Yun Mujiu nodded, without telling Ye Xiaohan anything else. Ye Xiaohan glanced at Yun Mujiu, and left with his personal guard pushing his wheelchair.

Yun Mujiu took out two silver knives from the medicine box. "This one is called a scalpel, and it's extremely sharp. This one is called a curved bone knife, and it can be used to repair rotten flesh and remove flesh, and bones can also be cut. But Wei Song should not have injured his bones, so there is no need to touch his bones with the bone knife."

"Doctor Fu, I'll give you these two knives. You'll be responsible for scraping off the rotten flesh on Wei Song's body. After scraping, apply the medicine."

Doctor Fu's eyes lit up. He had never seen such a fine knife. It should be easier and more convenient to scrape the meat with such a fine knife!

He looked at Yun Mujiu eagerly, "Okay, okay! I will obey the princess' orders."

Yun Mujiu took out a small white porcelain bottle and said, "This is antipyretic medicine. Feed it to Wei Song before treating the wound. Give him three pills the first time, and then two pills every three hours. A total of four times should be enough to reduce the fever. If the effect of the medicine is not satisfactory, come to Qichiyuan to inform me."

Fu Qian took the medicine with both hands and said, "I'll remember this."

Doctor Fu remembered that these were pills, and the unconscious person might not be able to swallow them. "Princess, I'm afraid Wei Song can't swallow the pills. Can you handle the pills?"

Yun Mujiu said: "Grind the pills into powder, dissolve it with boiling water, and then drink it down."

Fu Qian followed Yun Mujiu's method and quickly poured a spoonful of medicine soup into Wei Song's mouth, but the soup still spilled out.

Yun Mujiu stood up, remembering what Fu Qian said about how Xiao Han fed her medicine overnight. She happened to know how to press acupoints to feed medicine, so she pointed out three acupoints on Wei Song's neck one by one and said to Wei Bai, "Wei Bai, watch this. You know martial arts, so you can press Wei Song's acupoints when feeding medicine in the future."

Yun Mujiu quickly pressed three acupoints on Wei Song's neck, and Fu Qian continued to feed him medicine, and Wei Song was able to swallow it normally.

Two guards carefully held Wei Song's arms and turned him over. Wei Song was unconscious from the fever and did not respond when he was turned over.

"Doctor Fu, let's start." Yun Mujiu said and left.

Doctor Fu held two knives, eager to try. Fu Qian gave Wei Song a dose of Ma Fei San, and then Doctor Fu started the operation.

Doctor Fu had experience in scraping rotten flesh, but not much. With a good knife in hand, his operation was relatively smooth, but he still used too much force from time to time, or accidentally involved Wei Song's good flesh...

Wei Bai, who was watching from the side, frowned and looked very painful!

Doctor Fu smiled apologetically: "Uh uh, I've never scraped such a serious amount of rotten flesh before..."

Wei Bo could only say: "Just do your best. It's only right that he should suffer a little."

Doctor Fu felt more at ease after hearing Wei Bo's words. Wei Song's main injury was on his buttocks. Doctor Fu spent a long time treating his buttocks, and then quickly treated other injuries.

After finishing the work, he gasped for breath, "I am really old. This is going to tire my old bones..."

It was already evening when Yun Mujiu returned to Qichiyuan. Before she had dinner, housekeeper Zeng came to tell her, "Princess, the prince will not be back tonight. You can eat by yourself, and you don't have to wait for the prince."

Yun Mujiu felt like laughing for some reason. In fact, she had never planned to wait for Ye Xiaohan to eat. She had dinner with Ye Xiaohan for the first time yesterday because Ye Xiaohan wanted to talk to her about something.

Tonight, Wei Song was fine, and no one went to Qichiyuan to look for Yun Mujiu. Yun Mujiu fell asleep peacefully.

To the east of the capital, there is a high mountain covered with lush forests.

A carriage sped to the middle of the mountain, where a group of imperial guards were stationed.

When the imperial guards heard the noise, they all picked up their weapons and rushed out.

In front of him was a seemingly ordinary carriage, with about twenty men in black surrounding it on both sides.

The commander of the imperial guards had a serious expression on his face and asked, "We are the imperial guards. Who are you, sir?"

There was no movement in the car, and the commander of the imperial guards was about to rush over with his sword in hand.

The breeze blew the curtains of the car, and a stone flew out. At the same time, a cold male voice was heard: "Kill..."

The stone was extremely fast and hit the commander's forehead directly. The commander was killed before he even got close to the carriage! Seeing their leader dead, the other imperial guards realized that the attackers were not friendly and shouted angrily: "Kill them!"

The person inside the carriage said in a low voice: "Get started!" The voice was not loud, just loud enough for the people in black clothes next to the carriage to hear it.

The men in black set off, and in a short while, swords were flying and the imperial guards were defeated.

A team stationed nearby heard the noise and rushed over.

They performed Qinggong, and the clothes they wore were also black. If you look closely, you will find that there is dark golden embroidery on their collars. This is the night clothes that the emperor's Dragon Staff Guards uniformly wear.

"Damn it!" When the leader of the Dragon Staff Team, Zhao Guang, saw that all the imperial guards had died, he was furious and shouted, "Are you from Nantai?"

The people in the car did not respond, and a sharp wind came from inside the car.

Zhao Guang was frozen in place. He looked towards the carriage door, but could not see anyone inside. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. How could someone be so powerful?