The Female Supporting Character's Counterattack: The Evil King's Doctor Consort's Ent

Chapter 50 You are my man

For a moment, Gu Lingzhi's mind went blank.

She had never felt so concerned about someone's feelings.

She quickly jumped off the horse, completely ignoring her own injuries, to check on Mo Jiuxiao, only to see that he had been hit by four arrows.

Previously, while being protected in the other party's arms, Gu Lingzhi could only hear the whistling of arrows coming from all directions; she could see nothing and feel nothing.

But now, seeing Mo Jiuxiao's silver armor and back stained with blood, her heart clenched. At this moment, she hated someone more than ever before.

Gu Fuling! Murong Zhe!

If it weren't for them, I wouldn't be in such a dangerous situation today, and Mo Jiuxiao wouldn't have suffered such serious injuries.

These thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. Gu Lingzhi gripped Mo Jiuxiao's clothes tightly, ignoring even her own wounds.

Because two arrows were very close to her heart and lungs, this injury absolutely could not be delayed. As for her…

Anyway, she'll get used to the injuries eventually. While she still has the strength, she must heal Mo Jiuxiao first.

"Help me prepare things, I need to help your prince remove the arrow, quick!"

At her command, several military doctors rushed over, with an elderly man leading the way.

Gu Lingzhi recognized the old man; he was very familiar with her, being the one who had initially targeted her.

However, because military doctors were already scarce in the army, and no one in the camp dared to offend a doctor, this old doctor continued to follow the troops.

As logistics personnel, their safety is always the top priority, whether in battle or in flight.

The old man seemed very authoritative. He stroked his chin, carried his medicine box, and walked over. He said to Gu Lingzhi in a cold tone, "Please do not cause trouble. His Highness's life is at stake. Please, all bystanders, make way."

Gu Lingzhi was speechless for a moment.

She knew the old man's strength; he couldn't even perform such a minor surgery last time, let alone Mo Jiuxiao's serious injuries.

All those arrows were barbed, and both of them were close to the heart. If things went wrong, Mo Jiuxiao could very well die.

Even in her time, such a dangerous surgery couldn't be considered absolutely certain, let alone entrusting such an injury to them.

His face immediately darkened. Seeing the old doctor squat down and examine the wound with a frown, he whispered to Bai Lianchuan, "Military Advisor Bai, I will ensure that the Prince is alright. Please find me a quiet place and arrange a well-behaved assistant."

At this critical juncture, Bai Lianchuan would certainly not object.

He gently patted Gu Lingzhi's shoulder, a glint of light flashing in his fox-like eyes: "Don't forget, the Prince saved you three times."

Gu Lingzhi frowned, vaguely sensing that Bai Lianchuan's words had a hidden meaning.

Why did Bai Lianchuan bring this up in such a serious manner in front of her?

However, now is not the time to consider these things. Strategist Bai has already dismissed the doctors who were frowning and saying it was dangerous.

The old man was still somewhat unconvinced: "If we don't try, the prince will surely die. It's absurd to put the prince in such danger for the sake of an ordinary soldier."

After the old doctor finished speaking, he noticed that countless soldiers were staring at him.

The eyes of everyone were not filled with agreement or agreement, but with intense contempt and mockery.

One of them couldn't hold back any longer and immediately shouted, "This truly demonstrates the prince's benevolence and righteousness!"

"Yes, following a general like this, you'll never be abandoned!"

"We will not be abandoned!"

Suddenly, a series of shouts came from outside.

Military camps are places where morale is united, and Gu Lingzhi's eyes couldn't help but redden when she heard these words.

She rubbed the corner of her eye, and a little mist formed in her eyes.

Looking at Mo Jiuxiao, who had been placed on the bed and was unconscious due to excessive blood loss, her hand holding Mo Chen trembled slightly, but in an instant, it became extremely steady.

She can, she definitely can.

With an increasingly determined look in her eyes, Gu Lingzhi had various hemostatic drugs prepared. Mo Chen's cold light flashed as she cut open the back of Mo Jiuxiao's clothes.

Four sections of the broken arrow were embedded in the flesh, and fresh blood was seeping from the wound.

Although her heart was trembling, Gu Lingzhi's hands were so steady that they seemed not to belong to her.

Sweat dripped from her forehead, which she gently wiped away. She held the disinfected inkstone firmly in her hand.

The barbed arrow had to be pulled out using a special method. Gu Lingzhi fumbled around and plunged the tip of her dagger into Mo Jiuxiao's back.

Time passed second by second, and outside the tent that belonged to Gu Lingzhi and Mo Jiuxiao, countless people were waiting.

Everyone's heart was in their throat, and they were all experiencing what it meant for each day to feel like an eternity.

All the soldiers present knew that the reason why those people in the capital had been able to escape all kinds of struggles and live carefree lives all these years was because Mo Jiuxiao was on the frontier.

Mo Jiuxiao's name is like a protective shield for Bei Yi; once it is mentioned, people tremble with fear.

But what if Mo Jiuxiao dies?

In the capital, how many of those generals who have lived a life of luxury for so many years are truly capable of being put on the battlefield?

The soldiers had just inquired about the prince's injuries. The doctors hadn't hidden anything; the prince was seriously injured, and even for these experienced doctors who had practiced medicine for many years, the chances of curing him were less than 30%.

The chance of survival is only 30%.

This was an absolutely unacceptable outcome for all the Northern Yi warriors.

The strategist led his men to stand at the entrance, slowly crawling for two minutes, but there was no movement inside.

Bai Lianchuan dared not go in, nor did he dare send anyone to ask.

What if we disturb the people inside and cause some irreversible damage?

He absolutely cannot allow this risk to occur.

The doctors who were standing at the door, ready to deal with any unexpected events, looked grim. Now that the prince was seriously injured, they hadn't even had a chance to take a look at him, let alone make any contribution to the war effort.

These doctors are all getting old, and if they don't achieve any more merits, it might be too late.

"Strategist, are you really so comfortable entrusting the Prince to an ordinary servant? Where did this man come from? Not only did the Prince almost die trying to save him, but he also forbids us from getting close to the Prince. What if something happens to the Prince? The responsibility..."

The elderly doctor stroked his beard and uttered these words, which immediately resonated with the doctors around him.

Bai Lianchuan turned his head slightly, his slender eyes lifting slightly.

His eyes were already slightly upturned, giving him a shrewd and intelligent look. Now, with this gesture, he made people feel a bit of pressure, as if they were about to be seen through.

"If something happens to the Prince, the responsibility will naturally be borne by someone else, and you don't need to worry about it. However, if the Prince recovers, you won't get any credit for it!"

Bai Lianchuan's words left the military doctors speechless.

"We are, after all, military doctors. How can we not take responsibility when something happens to the prince?"

Upon hearing the old man's question, Bai Lianchuan's gaze sharpened slightly.

"If I bear all the consequences, do you have any objections?"

With things already said to this extent, how could these people possibly refute it, let alone say things like "the responsibility belongs to you, and the credit belongs to us"?

Everyone stared anxiously at the scorching midday sun of autumn, sweating profusely as they continued to wait.

The curtains didn't move slightly until after noon.

Everyone stared intently at the entrance of the military tent, just as Gu Lingzhi emerged from inside.

Her face was pale, and her shoulder was wrapped in bandages, but it was clear that she had just pulled out the arrow.

The blood that had seeped through the bandage was still bright red and had not darkened over time.

She raised the corners of her lips and looked at Bai Lianchuan with an eyebrow: "I have already treated Your Highness's injuries. He just needs to gradually recover."

Upon hearing this, the doctors all showed expressions of shock.

They all knew how serious Mo Jiuxiao's injuries were, and that even the imperial physicians in the palace would be helpless. That's why they were so confident in shirking responsibility. But now someone is saying that he's healed.

It's that simple?

With such severe injuries, removing the arrow was extremely dangerous. Even if they didn't do it themselves, they knew how difficult it must have been. Yet, this very person managed to resolve everything.

Many people's faces showed shock, and disbelief lingered.

Several doctors went in first and saw Mo Jiuxiao lying on the bed. His wounds had already been bandaged, but his face was still pale due to excessive blood loss, and he was not yet awake.

Those doctors were completely convinced.

Although two people already knew that Gu Lingzhi had a strong ability to detoxify, having cured people they had been unable to treat for many days, they did not expect that she would also be skilled in treating external injuries.

Unlike the old doctor, those two believed this from the beginning.

"That person is so young, and we don't know who he studied under. How can he have such medical skills at such a young age? Could he be from Lan Yue Kingdom?"

Over there, people were whispering amongst themselves, speculating about Gu Lingzhi's identity.

The old man suddenly spoke up: "There was a female slave who knew this kind of superb external wound healing skill, and now this servant also knows it. Do you think the two of them have any relationship?"

It must be said that the old man was quite a talent.

These two incidents actually connected Gu Lingzhi with her past self.

Although Gu Lingzhi heard the people's discussion, she lowered her head and remained silent. She walked to Bai Lianchuan's side and closed her eyes slightly: "Military Advisor Bai, I am very tired. Please arrange a military tent for me."

After she finished speaking, her vision began to darken.

Sensing her weakness, Bai Lianchuan quickly supported her arm.

His voice was soft, and a strange light flashed in his fox-like eyes. He whispered in her ear, "Okay, I'll take you back!"