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There were two braziers in the hall of the Sun Mansion, and Sun Zhengyang lay motionless beside one of the braziers.Duan Shiyu was sitting on a chair, the clothes on his upper body were cut open by Zhang Ziwen, revealing his solid upper body.A sharp arrow passed through his back, half of the arrow protruding from under the collarbone.

Because of the pain, fine sweat broke out on his forehead.Zhang Ziwen wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, his hands trembling even more than him.

Doctor Yan hurried over from the barracks along with his servants, when he saw Duan Shiyu's condition, he rolled his eyes and almost fainted again.

Duan Shiyu was in a bad mood, and shouted: "Steady!!"

Dr. Yan's legs trembled, he managed to stabilize his body, was supported by the young doctor beside him, and ran over tremblingly.

Duan Shiyu was short of breath, and said, "The shot... pierced through."

"The old man can see!!" Dr. Yan's old face was full of ditches, and he could barely hold on seeing the seriousness of the injury.

Duan Shiyu held up Dr. Yan's hand with an apologetic face, and said, "I have caused you trouble."

Almost every movement of his could involve the wound, holding Doctor Yan's hand, he dared not take it back for a long time.

Doctor Yan glanced at Duan Shiyu, sighed, gently put down Duan Shiyu's hand, and told the young man who came with him, "Shuying, pliers."

The young doctor was only fifteen or sixteen years old, a little dull, he kept looking at Duan Shiyu, and Doctor Yan didn't get the pliers, so he turned around and scolded angrily, the little doctor came to his senses, opened the medicine box, and handed the pliers to Doctor Yan.

Doctor Yan said, "Mafeisan."

"It's gone..." The little doctor said tremblingly, "It's all used by the disabled soldiers. The new mandala pollen hasn't arrived in Huarong County yet."

"What?!" Dr. Yan raised his hand and slapped him, and two slap marks immediately appeared on the little doctor's face.

"Forget it, forget it." Duan Shiyu quickly held Dr. Yan's hand, his too big movement touched the wound, he grinned in pain, his facial features wrinkled into a ball.

Zhang Ziwen quickly hugged Duan Shiyu's arm, he wanted to relieve Duan Shiyu's pain, but no matter what he did at the moment, it was useless.

Although Doctor Yan calmed down a lot, his hand holding the pliers was like shaking a dice, and he didn't dare to make a move.

The atmosphere in the room immediately became serious, and Zhang Ziwen's eyes turned red from panic, and he stood still, forgetting to move.

Seeing Zhang Ziwen's appearance, Duan Shiyu even felt a little secretly pleased. He pointed to his wound, trying to appear indifferent as much as possible so that others could calm down, and said, "There is an undercut on the arrow."

The undercut on the arrow means that if you want to remove the arrow, you can't pull it out directly. If you pull it directly from the back, the underside will inevitably hook out the meat inside.

When Zhang Ziwen heard this, his legs wobbled along with him.

It's not that he has never seen the big world, but the injured one is the emperor's son after all, and the arrow was shot for him, so he couldn't calm down no matter what.Besides, he made up his mind to assist Duan Shiyu, if Duan Shiyu was not around, he would have nowhere to go.

He said: "If I'm the one who's hurt, I'll be fine."

"Heh..." Duan Shiyu laughed softly, trying to comfort Zhang Ziwen in turn, but just as the laughter came out, his eyes turned black.He closed his eyes and didn't say any more.

After all, Dr. Yan was used to it, so he quickly calmed down.Seeing that the arrow didn't hurt Duan Shiyu's heart and lungs, he breathed a sigh of relief and pressed around the wound.Duan Shiyu's left shoulder, which was hit by an arrow, was already numb, but when Dr. Yan touched the wound, a sudden pain came from his shoulder, Duan Shiyu hissed in pain, and his whole body tensed up again.

Doctor Yan's expression was solemn, "It's too deep, there is no Mafeisan, I'm afraid His Highness...can't hold it."

Duan Shiyu swallowed her saliva. Duan Shiyu didn't feel the cold at all in the cold weather. He wiped the sweat from the corners of his eyes and complained: "Hurry up, if you drag on, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on."

Dr. Yan sighed heavily, thought for a long time, as if he had made up his mind to die, stomped his feet, walked behind Duan Shiyu, and pressed the arrow body.

"Hmm!!!!" Duan Shiyu snorted, almost howling.

Zhang Ziwen clutched his chest with a pained expression like an arrow piercing his body.

Duan Shiyu clenched his fists and looked up at Zhang Ziwen, breathing very unevenly.Zhang Ziwen knelt beside Duan Shiyu's leg, held Duan Shiyu's hand, and asked tremblingly, "It hurts, hurts, hurts...does it hurt?"

Duan Shiyu forced a smile, shook his head, and just wanted to be brave and say it didn't hurt, Dr. Yan pushed the arrow suddenly, and asked, "Did it come out?"

"Doctor Yan!!!" Duan Shiyu held Zhang Ziwen's hand instead, and his voice suddenly increased: "Can you wait for me to finish speaking!!!"

Dr. Yan shrank his hands in fright.Wen Shuying, who was kneeling on Duan Shiyu's chest, whispered, "Come out."

Duan Shiyu panted heavily, his eyes turned black from the pain.Because of the tight state for too long, the capillaries bleed, and many blood spots appeared on the face.

Zhang Ziwen's eyes never left Duan Shiyu's face. He rubbed his hands together and held Duan Shiyu's face in his warm palms.

"Be patient, just pull out the arrow." Dr. Yan comforted, and he patted Wen Shuying on the shoulder.Wen Shuying obediently moved aside.Afraid of disturbing Dr. Yan, Zhang Ziwen let go of his hand and moved to the other side.

Dr. Yan knelt in front of Duan Shiyu on one knee, held the arrow with the pliers, shook it a few times, and ordered: "Shuying, Huo."

Wen Shuying stood up, lit the wax in the medicine box, and held it beside Dr. Yan.

Duan Shiyu looked down at his bloody wound, and said, "The iron arrowhead, hehe, it's quite capital."

Zhang Ziwen said, "Don't think about it."

Duan Shiyu was sweating while holding Zhang Ziwen's hand. He pinched Zhang Ziwen's fingers and said, "Sir, say something to distract me...Ah!!!"

Doctor Yan's hands were trembling all the time, and the flame accidentally burned Duan Shiyu's flesh.

Duan Shiyu said helplessly: "Doctor Yan, you are the most qualified imperial physician in the court!!!"

Doctor Yan was wronged, "I have never seen such a battle before!"

Duan Shiyu said: "There are many disabled people in the barracks, how can there be no one who is worse than me today."

Dr. Yan was even more aggrieved, and said, "It's different!"

"What's the difference?"

Dr. Yan said: "You are the prince, I have lived for so many years, and I haven't drawn an arrow for the prince yet, how can you not be lenient?"

Duan Shiyu sighed, the clothes on his body were already wet with sweat, because he sweated too much, he felt a little dry, his throat was dry and astringent, he coughed, a trace of blood gushed out from the wound, and sprayed On Doctor Yan's face.

Dr. Yan trembled in fright, and almost dropped the pliers in his hand.

Duan Shiyu's eyes also turned black from the pain.Zhang Ziwen quickly poured a cup of tea for Duan Shiyu to drink.

Duan Shiyu licked his lips, and said to Doctor Yan: "You treat me as those soldiers, do what you want, I... ph...don't delay... ph..."

Dr. Yan took a deep breath, muttered something, and asked Wen Shuying to hold the arrow behind Duan Shiyu, wiped his sweat, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the arrow forcefully.

"Huh..." Dr. Yan hissed, almost burst into tears, he closed his eyes, and applied the hemostatic medicine on the wound.

Duan Shiyu snorted, her body tensed unconsciously.Zhang Ziwen wiped the sweat off Duan Shiyu's face and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Duan Shiyu shook his head, "Some gentleman cares, warm in heart ... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"what!!!!!!!!!"

Wen Shuying pulled out the arrow body behind Duan Shiyu, Duan Shiyu screamed in pain, and Zhang Ziwen yelled louder than him.Duan Shiyu was in pain and clenched his fists tightly.Zhang Ziwen's hand was held by him, and the phalanges were almost crushed by him.

"Huh...huh...huh...huh..." Duan Shiyu's eyes were red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.He took a few deep breaths and let go of Zhang Ziwen's hand.

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