After my soul traveled to ancient times, I don't want to be cannon fodder

When he arrived outside the room, he saw several imperial doctors jointly examining the patient. They shook their heads one after another and discussed for a long time without coming up with a definite plan.

The reason was simple: Qi Zhusi's wound was too strange, and no matter how they tried to stop the bleeding, the wound could not heal.

Now there is even a case of wound infection.

They had never seen such a phenomenon before.

"Your Highness, we greet you..." Seeing Zhong Ning coming, several people hurriedly saluted.

"Stand up...How is Master Qi?"

"This..." One of the imperial doctors looked troubled and simply bowed, saying, "Your Highness, the situation is not good. The wound has not healed for a long time... and now it has become inflamed, infected, and has caused a high fever..."

"We have tried many methods, but none of them worked..." another imperial physician continued, fearing that Zhong Ning would blame them for their poor medical skills.

Zhong Ning was silent.

The wound did not heal and the high fever did not subside.

This is probably because there is still a bullet in his body that has not been removed. Bullets are made of metal. If they are not removed in time, they can easily cause infection in the human body.

If it lasts for a long time, it will damage the internal organs.

"You guys wait here, I'll go in and take a look..." After saying that, Zhong Ning was about to enter the room, and Zhao Chushan followed.

Zhong Ning paused, then turned to Zhao Chushan and said, "I need to treat him, so it's inconvenient for you to stay here. Go to the kitchen and ask someone to make some food... and serve it to him when he wakes up..."

Zhao Chushan paused for a moment, then slowly lowered her head and replied softly, "Yes..."

She also knew she shouldn't be here.

But the person lying there was the person she had loved for many years.

Zhao Chushan bit her lips tightly, her eyes revealing reluctance and worry, and then she followed the servant's instructions and went to the kitchen.

Zhong Ning walked into the room and pushed open the heavy door. The room was filled with the faint smell of Chinese medicine. There were also two Black Dragon Guards who were holding white towels and wiping Qi Yu's forehead.

Seeing Zhong Ning coming, the two of them immediately stood up and saluted.

"You guys go out first..." Zhong Ning said lightly.

Seeing this, the two men immediately bowed and took their leave, closing the door behind them as they left.

Zhong Ning hurried forward and examined Qi Yu.

His pulse had already begun to weaken, his face was extremely pale, and the bandaged wound on his chest was stained red again...

Zhong Ning turned her palm over and a pair of scissors appeared in her hand. She sat in front of the bed and began to cut the gauze on the wound.

Soon, the gauze was cut into pieces by scissors, revealing some festering and bleeding wounds with arrow marks on them. It was obvious that after being shot, he should have dealt with it simply, but was worried about arousing suspicion.

So he decided to go all out and took out an arrow and thrust it into the wound again.

Tsk, how cruel!

As expected, he is the chief of the Black Dragon Guard!

Why don't you stab yourself to death?

Zhong Ning cursed inwardly, and casually lifted Qi Yu's upper body from the bed. He then turned to stand behind his back, and with his left palm filled with internal force, he pushed the wound from behind.

Sisi's internal force slowly entered his body, finding the bullet hidden in his flesh and blood. Then, with a sudden push, the bullet was ejected through the wound.

Zhong Ning laid the man flat, took out a fitness pill from the space, broke it into two halves with force, and put only one half into his mouth.

Why half?

Because half of it can only heal internal injuries, if a whole pill is taken, I'm afraid the wounds on his body will heal immediately.

If you only take half, the internal injuries will be healed, but the external injuries will remain.

At this time, Qi Yu was completely unconscious.

He didn't react at all after taking the pill.

Zhong Ning took a big sip of warm water and fed it to him along the line of his lips.

As the pill entered his stomach, Qi Yu groaned.

Then he unconsciously kissed her lips.

He looked so thirsty, as if he had found a source of water.

Zhong Ning glared at him hatefully and could only take another sip of warm water and pass it to him.

After drinking two sips of water, Qi Yu's expression seemed to relax a lot.

Zhong Ning then stood up, wrapped the bloody bullet on the ground with a handkerchief, and put it into the space. Then he opened the door and said to the group of imperial doctors outside: "He's fine, come in!"

After hearing this, several imperial doctors rushed in and saw that the gauze on the patient's wound had been cut off, but the wound was no longer bleeding and was showing signs of healing.

Several imperial doctors looked at Zhong Ning suspiciously, then picked up Qi Yu's wrist and began to take his pulse.

As I was holding it, I felt something was wrong.

Just now, his pulse was still weak and dying.

Why is it suddenly so much stronger now?

"Your Highness... May I ask how Your Highness treats patients? I have never seen such a bizarre phenomenon..."

Several imperial doctors competed to feel the patient's pulse, and then came forward to ask questions at the same time.

That thirsty look was extremely passionate.

Zhong Ning's eyes were indifferent as she replied, "I just gave him some internal energy to heal his injuries..."

"I see..." The imperial doctors looked disappointed, then bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Highness!"

Zhong Ning nodded slightly and said, "My lords, please take good care of Master Qi. I will be leaving first..."

"Yes, I respectfully send you off, Your Highness..."

The Black Dragon Guards outside the door knew that their master was finally saved, and they immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness, for saving me..."

"It's okay, just take good care of me..." After saying that, Zhong Ning turned around and left.

Zhao Chushan was holding a small tray with a bowl of rice porridge on it. When she walked here, she saw Zhong Ning leaving very decisively.

A hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes, but she couldn't tell what that feeling was. She could only do her best at the moment. Since His Highness asked her to stay, he must want her to take good care of Lord Qi.

This is her chance!

She can't let him down!

The imperial physician who stayed in the room re-bandaged Qi Yu's wound, and his movements seemed to make Qi Yu frown slightly.

Just this small movement made the imperial doctors exclaim: "He's moving, he's conscious again..."

At this moment, Qi Yu felt that he had been trapped in darkness, unable to see his hand in front of him, and had no idea which way was ahead.

There was a wound on his body that was bleeding continuously.

He dragged his sick body, walking and walking, his mouth was dry and his injuries were so severe that he could hardly walk, so he could only move forward bit by bit.

He wanted to go out and find an exit, but he couldn't find one.

Suddenly, a gentle internal force wrapped him tightly, and then he felt a pain in his chest, as if something was pulled out of his body, and the wound strangely stopped bleeding.

He felt a pill being stuffed into his mouth. The pill seemed to be emitting spiritual power. Just by holding it lightly, he felt infinite courage.

He wanted to force his way through his consciousness and open his eyes.

But his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain. He tried for a long time but could only open his eyes slightly.