"Even if the heart is not hurt, the Beichen coach likes to put poison on his arrows... This is a well-known thing, and that person's poison is unique to the Beichen royal family. We... We can't solve it..."
After the two military doctors finished speaking, the atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly became stagnant.
Mo Hanqing's face was extremely ugly. He suddenly took a step forward, walked up to the military doctor, stretched out his hand to grab his collar, lifted him up, and said word by word: "I, the king, let me If you save people, then you should go and save them for me. I don’t want to hear any other excuses."
"But Your Highness..." The military doctor's feet were pulled off the ground by Mo Hanqing, and they were just hanging in the air. He opened his mouth and was about to say something more, when Mo Hanqing suddenly let go of his collar. He held his hand and said with a gloomy face: "Go and save her, but if you can't save her, you will all be buried with me!"
"Yes, yes!" Those military doctors originally thought that the young man lying on the bed was just an ordinary guard of King Jingan.
However, what they didn't expect was that King Jing'an would attach so much importance to this guard.
If the young man cannot be cured, they will have to come to see him...
But…
But they definitely can’t get rid of Coach Beichen’s poison...
With tears in their eyes, the military doctors walked tremblingly to the bed one by one, looked at the dying Ye Qiqi again, and stretched out their hands to feel her pulse.
However, after taking the pulse, the expressions of the military doctors suddenly became surprised.
"This... this boy is not poisoned??"
"There is still a pulse, although it is weak, but we can still save!!"
"Since there is no poison, then we only need to stop the bleeding and treat the wound!"
The military doctors suddenly became excited. They turned around quickly and took out their medicine boxes. After taking out scissors, gauze, hemostatic forceps and other things, they prepared to take off Ye Qiqi's clothes.
"Wait a minute..." Mo Hanqing saw an old military doctor's hand reaching for Ye Qiqi's chest, and suddenly called him.
"Your Highness?" The old military doctor's hand shook, and he subconsciously raised his head and looked at Mo Hanqing.
"What is this for?" Mo Hanqing narrowed his eyes, looked at the old military doctor, and asked in a cold voice.
"This... pull out the arrow..." The old military doctor explained to Mo Hanqing with a trembling voice: "This arrow can't be stuck here all the time, otherwise we won't be able to help her stop the bleeding."
"What are you doing with the scissors to pull out the arrow?"
"Then you have to cut off the clothes near the wound..."
“…”
After Mo Hanqing was silent for a few seconds, he suddenly turned around and said to the people around him: "You all get out."
"Ah?" General Murong was stunned for a moment and looked at him with doubts in his eyes.
Murong Hongyu and Mo Xiuzhu looked at each other and went out quickly.
"Get out." Mo Hanqing said again in a cold voice.
"Oh." General Murong responded, then turned and left.
Suddenly there were only a few military doctors and Mo Hanqing left in the tent.
Mo Hanqing raised his head and glanced at the military doctors, and said in a cold voice: "How many people are needed to pull out the arrow?"
"Uh... probably two people are enough." The old military doctor quickly replied to Mo Hanqing: "Just one person can hold her down for me."