"Since it was your teacher who spoke, you will naturally go." Prince Mo kept laughing.
Old Leopard and Old Mang next to him didn't understand at first, but they soon laughed too.
"You just wait to see the joke, right?" Wu Zhe pouted angrily.
Prince Mo waved his fan and said, "Go quickly, be careful that the Master of Yuan Healing Hall will punish you."
"Be careful, I really healed the eldest prince." Wu Zhe fought back verbally.
"Even if the treatment is cured, it's not your fault. It can only be said... the fate of the eldest prince is like this." Prince Mo smiled slightly and didn't explain much.
But Wu Zhe and others understood that what he meant was that if the eldest prince did not succeed in his palace, he would have to be killed.
Ruthless enough, this is the kind of ruthlessness that only a generation of kings and emperors can do, right? Wu Zhe murmured in his heart that if Princess Qing also wanted to be the queen, there might be a big fight between the two.
Maybe this is a good way to weaken Wu Guo? Wu Zhe thought about going out. However, the civil strife in Wu will definitely cause the people to suffer, and it is ordinary people who suffer.
Wu Zhe hesitated in his heart. A typical nerd is not decisive, and she does not have the qualifications to go through Long Aotian and dominate the world. Of course, this is called tenderness in galgame...
Mang Lao accompanied Wu Zhe to the clan mansion, the head of the clan mansion had long been waiting outside.
"Oh, my lord. How dare a little girl bother you to greet me?" Wu Zhe was polite.
"Miss Zhou is honored to come here, and I am grateful." Even if Wu Zhe refused for the first time, the head of the clan's mansion seemed to have nothing to do with it, and he looked grateful: "Thank you, Xiaguan. .”
Although the master in charge knew in his heart that she came because of the Master of Yuan Healing Palace, but after all, the other party's status was very important, and he had every reason to refuse to visit the doctor.
Who's wrong? Prince! The eldest prince cut the little brother himself!
The boss wanted to cry. Although he knew that this matter had nothing to do with the clan's mansion, and there was definitely something tricky in it, but who made it happen in the clan's mansion
The eldest prince came out of the palace as an adult, and if there was a trouble, his life would be in danger. Therefore, as soon as the clan's mansion found out that something had happened, it immediately tried its best to recruit people everywhere.
Since everyone knew that Zhou Zhiruo belonged to Prince Mo, the Lord Chief sent someone to invite him immediately. But he first went to invite the master of Yuan Healing Hall himself.
After Yuan Healing Hall Master arrived, he first tried to stop Bengxue. But the location of the injury was too embarrassing. The Master of Yuan Healing Palace had never treated serious problems in this area, and all those who had similar problems were eunuchs. Naturally, there has been management of the respect room for a long time, who can invite the master of Dongyuan Therapy Hall to treat him
The sincere Master Yuan Healing did not consider so many political issues. He heard that Zhou Zhiruo was rejected for the first invitation, so he simply used his own name to find his apprentice for help. She felt that based on the apprentice's previous cooperation experience, especially the fine control of vitality. It is definitely quite suitable for treating the eldest prince's injuries.
In the courtyard where the key criminals of the clan's mansion were held, there were constant screams of misery from a house.
This is the eldest prince screaming in pain. It is said that he passed out at the beginning, but the master of the Yuan Healing Palace came to send a little vitality, but instead revived him, making this unlucky guy even more painful.
In the outer hall of the ward, Wu Zhe met the master of the Palace of Yuan Healing, and performed the teacher's ceremony.
"Zhiruo, hurry up and help me treat the eldest prince. I'm afraid it won't work if you take it back after a long time." The Master of Yuan Healing Palace pulled Wu Zhe seriously and said.
Wu Zhe scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Master... about this matter... this disciple has something to report."
"..." The master of Yuanxi Palace is not stupid, seeing the attitude of Hou Jing'er's apprentice, he can understand that there must be something hidden in it.
The head of the clan's mansion understands things even more. Immediately coughed lightly: "Cough, I still have work to do, and I will trouble the two masters for the healing."
He quit and took the attendants around to leave.
"Master, the eldest prince's departure from the palace is probably a life-saving measure. Think about what kind of situation he is in now? If it weren't for this, his life might not be saved..." Wu Zhe lowered his voice and briefly explained to the master of the palace.
Of course, she would not say that she came up with the idea, nor would she mention that Emperor Xuanwu and Prince Mo intervened or even nodded their approval.
"There are so many doorways in this?!" The master of Yuan Healing Hall frowned.
Wu Zhe explained while the iron was hot: "The royal family has always been bloody when it comes to succession. Taking a knife to cut it yourself is considered a trivial matter. In fact, if the eldest prince can survive with a single knife, it is already considered good luck."
"But the wounded part is a man's vital point after all. It is also where the heirs of human relations are." The master of Yuanxiu Hall was very troubled by such things, and instinctively hated such schemes, and could not help scolding in a low voice: "I don't know who gave it to you." The prince came up with such an idea, it is really immoral."
Um. I'm the one who lacks virtue... Wu Zhe was quite speechless.
"No matter what, as Yuan Healers, it is our duty to save people's lives." The Master of Yuan Healer stated his position: "Just according to your intention, it is not necessary to repair the cut parts of the treatment."
After Wu Zhe had completed the work of the master of Yuan Healing Hall, the next step was to help stop the bleeding and save the life of the eldest prince.
When seeing the eldest prince, Wu Zhe didn't know how to describe this unlucky guy.
If you say it lyrically. The eldest prince on the sickbed had a very complicated look in his eyes.
To put it bluntly, the eldest prince on the sickbed, who wanted to scold his mother but didn't dare, showed a look of remorse and hatred for Zhou Zhiruo who came to treat him.
The lower body pain and mental torture reached their peak when Wu Zhe arrived.
"Trouble..." the eldest prince said in one word, then rolled his eyes and passed out.
"That's good, it reduces a lot of pain." Wu Zhe sat down on the side of the bed calmly, and healed the eldest prince's injury together with the master of the Palace of Yuan Healing.
She understood that it was the eldest prince scolding herself, and even a little bit of guilt disappeared without a trace.
Once the direction of treatment is clarified, everything is easy. Under the treatment methods of the two top masters of element therapy, this kind of injury from the palace is healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The location of the treatment is awkward, and even if the original filth cannot be seen, the master of Yuan Therapy Palace still feels dizzy with heat.
Stealing a peek at his apprentice, the Master of Yuan Healing Palace was surprised to find that she didn't even have the slightest sign of blushing and shyness.
After being stunned for a moment, the master of Yuanju Palace not only praised secretly: "Zhiruo is the style of everyone, doctors treat all living beings as equals, how can men and women be distinguished?"
The Master of Yuan Healing Hall was very satisfied with his apprentice, and concentrated on treating him together.
Within half a cup of tea, the wound stopped bleeding. But the bumps are gone.
"By the way, I forgot to insert a straw to pass through the water." Wu Zhe slapped his forehead and said with regret, "No way, let's do it again."
Let you say that I am a disaster! (~^~)