The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart dropped.
Although the dagger penetrated deeply, it was not fatal.
"Your Majesty, although he is seriously injured, his life is not in danger. Please give in and I will help your Majesty treat his injuries." The doctor said, glancing at the guards who were watching eagerly around him.
The guards shouted: "Treat him quickly, cure him quickly!"
The doctor opened the medicine box and prepared the things he needed. Then he took a deep breath, held the handle of the dagger, and pulled it out with force. Before the blood could flow out, he had already applied ointment to the wound with his left hand, and it stopped immediately. Stopped the blood flow.
He moved quickly, drew the knife and applied the medicine with great skill. After applying the medicine, he carefully bandaged the wound.
After finishing all this, he didn't bother to wipe the sweat from his forehead, took out a small gourd from his arms and handed it to the housekeeper.
"This is a medicine for internal use. It is my exclusive secret recipe. It is extremely effective. Please give it to the prince. The prince is seriously injured and needs to take three pills in a row."
He knew the rules of the palace and he could not give medicine to the prince rashly, so he handed the medicine bottle to the butler.
The housekeeper took it, poured out one pill with his palm, brought it to his nose and smelled it. He only smelled a pungent medicinal smell. He didn't know whether the pill was poisonous or not. How could he just give it to the prince to take it
"Take one and show it to me." The steward threw the pill to the doctor.
The doctor grimaced, stretched his neck and swallowed the pill.
The housekeeper waited for a while and saw that the doctor looked normal and showed no signs of poisoning. Then he poured out three pills and brought them to Chu Shaoyang's lips.
"My lord, would you please open your mouth and take this medicine?" he said cautiously.
From the moment the doctor entered the room until he was busy treating the injury, Chu Shaoyang had been lying there motionless, like a living corpse being manipulated by the doctor, his eyes always looking at the ceiling.
Several times the housekeeper thought he was dead.
At this time, he clearly heard the butler's words, but still ignored them.
The butler put the pill into his mouth and he swallowed it. The butler couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and secretly waved his hand to signal the guards to retreat.
"etc."
Chu Shaoyang, who had always been silent, suddenly spoke, startling the housekeeper.
"What are your orders, Your Majesty?" he asked hurriedly.
"Give him a cure." Chu Shaoyang said calmly.
"He? Who is it?" The housekeeper was confused and looked around. Except for the prince, he saw no one injured.
"Treat him." Chu Shaoyang closed his eyes.
The doctor's pills were indeed very effective. After taking it for a short while, he felt a heat entering the meridians along his belly, and then began to travel along the direction of the meridians. It was warm and comfortable. .
This made him feel drowsy immediately.
The housekeeper looked around again and understood immediately.
The Thousand-faced Young Master was turned into a rice dumpling and thrown into the corner of the room, with no one paying attention to him.
The guards did not get Chu Shaoyang's order and did not know how to deal with it.
The prince didn't say kill him, nor did he say release him. They planned to wait until Chu Shaoyang woke up before asking for instructions on how to deal with this daring assassin.
Young Master Qianmian's right arm was broken and tied up with a rope. The pain was so painful that there was no trace of blood on his face, but his delicate and refined face looked even more charming.
"His right arm is broken, please give him a cure." The housekeeper hated the Thousand-faced Master so much that he wanted to chop him into pieces, but the prince gave him the treatment and he had to obey the prince's order.