Princess Consort Is No Pushover

In ancient times, medical conditions were poor, wounds were easily infected, and there were no antibiotics or anti-inflammatory drugs such as penicillin, and doctors did not know how to debride and suture. Generally, only acupuncture and decoction were used for treatment. How can they be cured?

Even though it was a small arrow wound, it killed a lot of soldiers in ancient times.

Even the ancient Han emperor Liu Bang and Song Taizong Zhao Guangyi died of arrow wounds, let alone ordinary people.

There are various medicines in her medical system, as well as blood bags and various scalpels. If she is on the court, this Mo Zhu might be saved.

However, when she thought that Mo Zhu was Mo Li's younger brother, she didn't want to save him.

She hadn't forgotten that when she was beaten, Mo Li was on the side as a supervisor.

However, when she thought that it was a human life, her heart ached faintly again.

She is a doctor and she is born with a sentiment to treat people and save others. She never saves people from death. As soon as she sees someone sick, she wants to heal others, otherwise, she will have a conscience.

Thinking of this, she said to Feng'er: "Feng'er, you help me up, I'm going to see Mo Zhu."

"Niang, the prince gave you a ban on foot, not allowing you to leave Feiyue Pavilion. If you go, he will be angry." Feng'er was a little worried.

It's okay if you don't meet the prince outside, it will be difficult to do if you meet him.

Yun Ruoyue squinted her eyes: "It's okay, you can help me pass first, I have my own way."

"Well, Mo Zhu used to be very kind. He is one of the few people who doesn't bully his mother. We should send him a ride." Feng Er finished speaking and helped Yun Ruoyue out of bed.

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Outside the Green Bamboo Garden, a large group of slaves and guards had already arrived at this time.

Mo Li led a group of guards standing there, anxiously waiting for the doctor's result.

In Mo Zhu's room, the imperial physician Wang in the palace was taking Mo Zhu's pulse, and the imperial physician Wang shook his head and sighed while taking the pulse.

Finally, he backed his hands and walked out helplessly.

"Doctor, how is my brother, is he still saved?" Mo Li greeted him anxiously.

The doctor Wang sighed heavily and said: "The medicine stone has no effect, and the medicine stone has no effect. The old man has tried his best. The arrow in his body cannot be pulled out. Even if Hua Tuo is alive, he can't save him. The old man feels that he can't survive. Tonight, you all go to see him and prepare for his funeral, right?"

"Doctor, I'm just such a younger brother. We have been dependent on each other since we were little father and mother. I beg you to save him. As long as you can save him, you can do anything you want me to do." Mo Li's eyes were red and pained. It's like a knife twist, piercing the lungs.

"It's useless, so many doctors are useless to watch, so stop struggling. Okay, the old man is going back to the palace."

"Imperial doctor, do you really stop looking at my brother?" Mo Li stepped forward and grabbed the imperial physician Wang's clothes. All his hopes lay in the imperial physician. Once the imperial physician left, it meant that Mo Zhu was really dead.

He was afraid of losing Mo Zhu, and he was trembling with fear.

Doctor Wang impatiently knocked out Mo Li's hand, "Guardian Mo, please respect yourself and stop pestering the old man."

"Doctor Wang, I know that you are a famous doctor in the palace. You are also looking at the face of the prince before you come to treat Mo Zhu. I don't believe that Mo Zhu will die. Can you show him again? Maybe there is help. What?" Mo Li said this, suddenly knelt heavily in front of Doctor Wang.

He knelt very straight, his back was bleak, his face was tense, his flushed eyes were full of heartache and sadness, the man had tears and did not flick, just because he had not reached the point of sadness, he had gold under his knees, and only kneeled to heaven and his parents, for Mo Zhu, he is willing to do everything.