"Your Majesty, Doctor Zhang, Zhang is here."
Just when Mo Chuan was having trouble making a decision, Ye Tingxuan ran in dragging the panting Dr. Zhang.
As soon as he saw Doctor Zhang, Mo Chuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he grabbed Doctor Zhang's hand tightly as if grasping a life-saving straw.
"Save Shaobai quickly, save him!"
Doctor Zhang was still holding a volume of medical books in his hand, and before he could put it down, Ye Tingxuan galloped over and pulled him over.
He was also surprised when he saw the wound on Chu Shaobai's chest.
"Your Majesty, don't worry. As long as King Jing'an is still breathing, I will be able to save him."
He opened the medical box and took out a knife, scissors, pliers, needles and thread. He first cleaned Chu Shaobai's sword wound, and then applied gold wound ointment.
The ointment prepared by Doctor Zhang was naturally very good. Not long after it was applied, the gurgling blood stopped. Without stopping, he put a piece of fish gut through the needle hole and began to inject it into Chu Shaobai's body. The wound was stitched up.
Although he was old, his hands were very steady, and he was very skilled in flying needles and threads. In a short time, he had sutured the wound that was deep enough to show the bone.
"Mr. Zhang, King Jing'an...will he survive?"
Ye Tingxuan had never seen such an incredible treatment method before. His eyes bulged out when he saw it. He swallowed before he could speak.
Doctor Zhang said without raising his head: "Take out the triangular medicine bottle with blue dots in the medicine box."
Ye Tingxuan did not dare to neglect, found a triangular medicine bottle in the medicine box, and handed it to Doctor Zhang.
"Bring me a bowl of water."
Ye Tingxuan poured another bowl of water.
Doctor Zhang directly opened Chu Shaobai's mouth, poured all the red pills in the medicine bottle into his mouth, and then filled him with a large bowl of water.
Chu Shaobai was already unconscious and most of the bowl of water was spilled.
"one more bowl."
Doctor Zhang poured three bowls of water before letting Chu Shaobai swallow all the pills in his mouth.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said: "He is fine now, but he lost too much blood, and the wound has just been sutured, so he cannot move to avoid opening the wound."
Ye Tingxuan couldn't help but ask: "Doctor Zhang, do you mean that Prince Jing'an... is he okay?"
Doctor Zhang rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "Why, Prince Consort Ye looks down on my medical skills?"
"Tingxuan doesn't dare, doesn't dare."
Ye Tingxuan knew that although Dr. Zhang had superb medical skills, he had a weird temper, so he did not dare to offend him.
Having just seen the bone-deep sword wound on Chu Shaobai's chest, and seeing how much blood he had shed, Ye Tingxuan intuitively believed that there was no way he could be saved.
But he didn't expect that Doctor Zhang's medical skills were as miraculous as the legend, and he couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder.
"Thank you, Doctor Zhang, for your hard work. You saved Shaobai's life."
Mo Chuan took a deep look at Doctor Zhang, his eyes filled with gratitude, but he did not say anything out loud.
"His Royal Highness King Jing'an just suffered an external injury. He only needs to be stopped and sutured and then nursed back to health. It is not a skill. I am ashamed of my incompetence. My medical skills are shallow and I cannot save the Queen..."
Doctor Zhang sighed with shame on his face.
Ye Tingxuan said with joy on his face: "Mr. Zhang, just now King Jing'an sent you the Millennium Snow Ginseng Decoction. Didn't you say that this Snow Ginseng Decoction has the effect of bringing the dead back to life?"
"Really? Where is the Millennium Snow Ginseng Soup?"
Doctor Zhang's eyes widened in disbelief, his gray eyebrows and beard twitching.