Nan Yan turned her head to look at him, but she didn't hear what he was saying, she only saw that one of his arms was stained red with blood, and she was so anxious that she couldn't speak clearly.
Unfortunately, no one outside should respond to me.
She gritted her teeth, opened the curtain and rushed out: "Is there anyone, the imperial doctor is here quickly..."
Zhu Feng saw that she only looked at him, but walked out without saying anything, and suddenly understood something in his heart.
His face slowly sank.
After a while, the imperial doctor came in a hurry.
After taking off the bandage, the wound was indeed split open, and the bloody look made the imperial doctor gasp. He didn't know how to be calm and patient, so that he could not even make a sound like this moment.
It's just that his face is a little ugly.
Hastily re-sewed, applied medicine, and bandaged up again.
Nan Yan waited outside the tent, and after a while, he saw the imperial doctor come out, and the attendant behind him brought a large basin of water, all of which was blood red.
So much blood was shed!
When she saw this, she gritted her teeth in distress, thought for a while, and didn't pay any money, but directly caught up with the imperial doctor: "My lord, the emperor has bled so much, should I prescribe a dose of medicine to make up for it?" Is that okay?"
The imperial doctor turned around and saw her, and hurriedly said: "Miss Si, of course the emperor needs tonic to do this. I have already prescribed the medicine, and I am going to let them suffer."
"I'll cook."
"you?"
"Yes, there are so many people here, you are too busy, let me make medicine for the emperor."
Seeing her eagerness, the imperial doctor was silent for a while, and said, "Okay. It's just that it's hot now, and it's not an easy task to keep watch over the stove."
"I'm fine."
The imperial doctor agreed to her, sent all kinds of medicinal materials, wrote down the cooking method, Nanyan specially ordered a small stove, and began to guard the boiling medicine.
At this time, it was already noon.
The weather is hot, the sun above the head is like a big fireball, scorching the earth until it is scorching hot, while Nanyan is guarding the stove, the heat wave is even more rolling, the sweat on one head seems to be splashed with water, continuously flowing along the Hair dripping down.
After a while, a small puddle formed under the feet.
But she only wiped it with her sleeve, and then continued to fan the fire carefully. After a whole hour, the medicine was finally boiled.
Nan Yan heaved a sigh of relief, poured the medicine into a small bowl, blew it cool carefully, and sent it over.
Just as he walked to the door of the big tent, he saw Ye Zheng coming out of it.
He saw the medicine in Nanyan's hand and said, "This is—"
Nan Yan hurriedly said: "The emperor has lost a lot of blood and needs to drink medicine."
Ye Zheng looked at her sweating profusely again: "Did you suffer?"
"Um."
"Why don't you let them suffer?"
"They are too busy, and besides, I have nothing to do."
Ye Zheng was silent for a while, then looked back at the big tent, and said worriedly: "But, the emperor seems to be in a bad mood, even the imperial doctor asked for a few more instructions, but he scolded him away."
"I just gave him medicine."
"He said, he doesn't want to see—, don't want to see other people, don't let people bother him."
"That's it..." Nan Yan thought for a while, and said hastily: "Then you help me take it in, and drink it when he wants to drink."
"It's—okay."
Ye Zheng couldn't bear to refuse, so he took the bowl of medicine, turned around and walked in again.
Nan Yan stood at the door of the big tent, waiting eagerly, but, not long after Ye Zheng walked in, he faintly heard the voice of someone talking inside, and then heard a bang.
It was the sound of a bowl falling to the ground.
Nan Yan was stunned.