The medical conditions in ancient times were poor, wounds were easily infected, and there were no antibiotics or anti-inflammatory drugs such as penicillin, and doctors did not know how to debride and suture wounds. Generally, acupuncture and decoction were used for treatment, so how could they be cured well.
Even though it was a small arrow wound, it cost the lives of many soldiers in ancient times.
Even Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of the ancient Han Dynasty, and Zhao Guangyi, Emperor Taizong of Song Dynasty, died of arrow wounds, let alone ordinary people.
There are all kinds of medicines in her medical system, as well as blood bags and all kinds of scalpels. If she plays, Mozhu might be saved.
However, when she thought that Mozhu was Moli's younger brother, she didn't want to save him.
She didn't forget that when she was beaten, Moli was beside her as a supervisor.
However, when she thought that this was a human life, her heart ached again.
She is a doctor, and she is born with the sentiment of curing diseases and saving lives. She never refuses to save people. Whenever she sees someone sick, she wants to cure them. Otherwise, her conscience will be disturbed.
Thinking of this, she said to Feng'er: "Feng'er, help me up, I'm going to see Mozhu."
"Your Majesty, the lord has ordered you to leave the Feiyue Pavilion. If you go, he will be angry." Feng'er was a little worried.
It's okay if you don't meet the prince outside, but once you meet him, it will be difficult.
Yun Ruoyue narrowed her eyes: "It's okay, you help me there first, I have my own way."
"Well, Mozhu used to be very kind, and he was one of the few people who didn't bully his mother. We should give him a ride." After Feng'er finished speaking, she helped Yun Ruoyue out of the bed.
Outside the Green Bamboo Garden, a large group of house slaves and guards had already arrived.
Mo Li led a group of guards standing there, anxiously waiting for the doctor's results.
In Mo Zhu's room, Imperial Physician Wang in the palace was taking Mo Zhu's pulse, and Imperial Physician Wang shook his head and sighed while taking the pulse.
Finally, with his hands behind his back, he walked out helplessly.
"Doctor, how is my brother? Is he still alive?" Mo Li went up to him anxiously.
Doctor Wang sighed heavily, and said: "The medicine stone is useless, the medicine stone is useless, the old man has tried his best, but the arrow in his body can't be pulled out, even if Hua Tuo is alive, he can't save him, the old man feels that he can't hold it Tonight, you all go to see him, and then prepare for his funeral, right?"
"Doctor, I'm just such a younger brother. We grew up without father and mother, and depended on each other for life. I beg you to save him. As long as you can save him, I can do whatever you want." Mo Li's eyes were red, in pain It's like a knife twisting, piercing the heart.
"It's useless. It's useless for so many doctors to read it, so stop struggling. Well, the old man is going back to the palace."
"Doctor, do you really stop looking at my brother?" Mo Li took a step forward and grabbed Wang's clothes. All his hopes were on the doctor. Once the doctor left, it meant that Mo Zhu really couldn't do it.
He was afraid of losing Mozhu, trembling with fear, riddled with holes.
Physician Wang knocked off Mo Li's hand impatiently, "Guard Mo, please respect yourself and stop pestering this old man."
"Doctor Wang, I know that you are a famous doctor in the palace. You only came to treat Mozhu for the prince's sake. I don't believe that Mozhu will die. Can you show him again? It might be helpful. What?" Mo Li said this, and suddenly knelt heavily in front of Doctor Wang.
He knelt very straight, his back was bleak, his face was tense, his red eyes were full of heartache and sadness, the man did not flick his tears, because the man had not yet reached the point of sadness, the man had gold under his knees, he only knelt to the sky and his parents, for Mozhu, he is willing to do anything.