Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Swah——

The arrow cut through the sky, accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, and then a sharp and shrill scream resounded through the sky.

The little girl's delicate back of the hand was instantly pierced by the arrow that broke through the air. Although Meng Tingyue's force was not great, the arrow was sharp and the back of the little girl's hand was instantly stained with blood.

Wei Li's ears were buzzing with the shrill cry and he almost went deaf.

The little girl's resentful words echoed in his mind, and he subconsciously let go, and the child in his arms fell to the ground.

Shen Yunheng frowned slightly and ordered his men beside him in a deep voice, "Take the man away."

The guards were swift and precise, easily clamping the wound of the struggling little girl and taking her away amid her shrill cries.

Wei Li was still in shock. He looked at the Crown Prince's stern face and said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness..."

Shen Yunheng's face was as cold as frost. "Are you injured?"

Wei Li shook his head, he didn't feel any pain.

He was still a little hesitant at this moment, "That child just now..."

At this time, Meng Tingyue had bent down to pick up the slender silver needle on the ground. The tail of the needle was pitch black, obviously caused by long-term immersion in poison. His neck was fragile. Once the silver needle entered the body, without an antidote, Wei Li was afraid that he would not be able to even drink a cup of tea.

No wonder Wei Li was caught off guard and suffered a tragic death in his previous life.

The soldiers of the Great Zhou were the least defensive towards children.

Shen Yunheng's eyes were fixed on the silver needle on her fingertips. His face was trembling with fear. He turned sharply and swept his cold eyes over the surrounding soldiers. "Guard all the remaining civilians and check them one by one..."

As soon as he finished speaking, soldiers came running over in a panic.

"Your Highness, this is bad. Some civilians are violently attacking people."

When Shen Yunheng and Meng Tingyue arrived at the scene, their ears were filled with the sound of people gasping for breath. The air was filled with the strong smell of blood and medicine, which mixed together and rushed into their nostrils.

Seven doctors were busy shuttling between the twenty or so wounded.

"Your Highness, just now, while soldiers were helping the people clean up their houses, they were suddenly attacked by civilians with knives. Three doctors were also accidentally injured. I have already ordered people to rush to the nearest city to fetch doctors."

Ling Xiao's voice was brief and powerful, and he explained the whole story in just a few words.

"It will take two quarters of an hour to go back and forth. At the rate they are losing blood, they won't last until then." Meng Tingyue stared at the wounds on the soldiers' bodies with a serious expression.

She came to the injured soldier, bent over and carefully examined the soldier's wounds, touching the wound with her fingertips to check.

"Miss Meng, I'm fine, and there shouldn't be physical contact between men and women..." The soldier struggled to prevent Meng Tingyue from checking.

"If you don't want to die, don't move. There is no distinction between men and women in front of a doctor." Meng Tingyue's tone was firm.

The soldiers were frightened for a moment.

After roughly examining the wound, she stood up and looked around, quickly spotting a medicine box not far away. She quickly rushed over, picked it up, and searched for the medicine and linen inside.

Small wounds are simple to deal with, but large wounds are a little more difficult to deal with.

"Come some people to help."

Ling Xiao glanced at Shen Yunheng, ran over, and asked tentatively, "Miss Meng, have you studied medicine?"

"I know a little bit." Meng Tingyue kept working without stopping and without raising her head, "Go find a few people to help."

Ling Xiao wanted to ask a few more questions, but Meng Tingyue gave him a cold look, "If you think your doubts are more valuable than human life, then keep asking."

After saying that, Meng Tingyue quickly cleaned the wound and began to bandage it with skillful techniques.

Ling Xiao was stunned by her fierce aura for a moment. He could only nod stupidly for a moment. When he turned around to call for help, he subconsciously looked at Shen Yunheng.

Shen Yunheng nodded.

"sewing……"

After treating the minor wound, Meng Tingyue went to check on the major wound. The wound was large and needed stitches.

She had just finished muttering and was about to get the needle and thread when a hand covered with rough calluses and old scars stretched out in front of her. The needle and thread looked a little small in that big palm.

Meng Tingyue looked along the direction of her hand, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Shen Yunheng gestured for her to continue.

The needle and thread are moist and have been sterilized.

Since she had no Ma Fei San, she could only sew it up.

"Just bear with it."

The soldier was lying on the ground, his consciousness was confused, he could no longer tell who was treating him, and could only nod randomly.

Meng Tingyue twisted the needle, pursed her lips slightly, and looked serious. Every time her hand rose and fell, she could feel the painful trembling of the body under her hand.

Shen Yunheng's gaze fell on her skillful sewing technique, with surprise in his eyes, and his eyes were deep. He couldn't help but look at Meng Tingyue's serious expression on her face, full of inquiry.

"It's done." Meng Tingyue looked at the crooked stitches and clicked her tongue in her heart. She must have been too clumsy and the embroidery looked so ugly.

Ling Xiao led a few attentive soldiers over. Meng Tingyue just glanced at them and then looked away, walking straight towards the next wounded man.

After checking the wound to make sure it was not poisonous, he gave the order, "There is no poison on the wound. First, clean the wound with clean water, then wipe away the blood, and sprinkle the hemostatic powder on it..."

The steps were simple. They were just worried that the wound might be poisonous and didn't dare to start. After Meng Tingyue's examination and explanation, the soldiers brought by Ling Xiao all applied medicine and bandaged the wound skillfully.

Meng Tingyue personally treated the deep and large wounds.

If there was not enough hemostatic powder, she would take people to look for it around the village. Common hemostatic herbs include small thistle and sanguisorba officinalis. If necessary, she could also use incense ash to stop bleeding.

When everything was done, the warm yellow morning light broke, and the sunlight fell brightly on Meng Tingyue's bright facial features, reflecting on the fine and dense beads of sweat on her face.

She rubbed her sore wrist, let out a sigh, and looked at the soldiers who were out of danger. The tension in her mind slowly relaxed.

The other doctors were also sweating profusely and were wiping their sweat with their sleeves.

The gazes of several people simultaneously shifted to the neatly stitched wound, and admiration appeared in their eyes.

It would be impossible to embroider this technique without practicing for a few years.

"I wonder who your teacher is, young lady?" Several doctors came to Meng Tingyue.

Meng Tingyue curled her lips slightly, "I don't have a teacher, I learned everything by myself."

"Looking at the needlework and the methodical approach, I can see that the girl is young, but it's not easy for her to learn on her own."

"I embroider when I have free time at home. Sewing wounds is similar to embroidery." Meng Tingyue said modestly.

There was no law in the Great Zhou Dynasty that prohibited women from studying medicine, but studying medicine was hard and tiring, and parents were unwilling to let their daughters study it, resulting in few female doctors in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Moreover, medicine is boring and obscure, and it is not easy for men to learn it on their own, let alone women. These doctors obviously do not believe it.

Meng Tingyue didn't intend to explain further.

A doctor said slowly, "I think you have a talent for medicine. If you don't have a disciple, you might consider me. I'm..."

"Bah, Old Yu, your calculations have collapsed in my face. Miss, why not consider me? I'm also very capable."

"you……"

Several doctors scrambled for it.

Meng Tingyue could only smile politely, "I don't plan to become your disciple for the time being..."

Her voice was drowned out by the quarrel between several people.

The quarrel made her head buzz, and once her tense heart relaxed, her limbs began to go weak.

She raised her hand and touched her cheek.

So hot.

I have a high fever.

Meng Tingyue's eyebrows slightly furrowed.

She couldn't persuade these doctors anymore.

Meng Tingyue turned around and looked for Shen Yunheng.

She found that Shen Yunheng was only a few steps behind her, and his extremely oppressive eyes fell on her in an instant, full of inquiry.

Meng Tingyue didn't care how curious he was or how he guessed. His curiosity just meant that she had successfully attracted the prince's attention and left a deep impression in his heart.

"Brother Prince..."

She walked towards the prince with somewhat shaky steps, and the scenery in front of her was swaying and floating.

Before she lost consciousness she fell into an embrace filled with a familiar scent.

Shen Yunheng looked at the unconscious person in his arms.

"Meng Tingyue."

The first hand he touched felt unnaturally hot, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

She is indeed a sickly and delicate girl.

"Your Highness." Ling Xiao was about to step forward and take Meng Tingyue from Shen Yunheng.

The next moment, his eyes couldn't help but widen.

His Highness, he, His Highness, he actually hugged a woman?!

Your Highness is really going to make his wish come true!

Ling Xiao was excited and looked disdainful.