The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort

Chapter 171: The boy wakes up

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Everyone was shocked to hear this.

Murong Jie said to Zi'an, "Why don't you hurry up and save them?"

Zi'an looked at Prince Li with a complicated look. Shock

If her memory was not confused, he would have just said the word "shock".

Shock is not a term used in traditional Chinese medicine.

Also, when I listened to his analysis of angles and directions just now, I always felt that it was a bit weird coming from the mouth of an ancient prince.

However, she felt that her guess was a little ridiculous.

Now is not the time to consider this issue.

In full view of everyone, Zi'an stepped forward and pulled out the hairpin from the chest of the doorman. After the hairpin was pulled out, blood oozed out, and Zi'an had prepared a handkerchief to hold it down.

The wound was not big, and it was not aimed at the heart. It can be seen that the person who did it, in addition to lacking common sense, was definitely not a person who knew martial arts, because the hairpin did not pierce the flesh, but only injured the skin.

The Minister of Justice went forward to check in person, but did not delay Zi'an's treatment.

Zi'an had given him electric shocks before to wake him up from his state of shock, but he then gave him acupuncture at Qihu, Yunmen, and Zhongfu points, making him unable to move, and even unable to open his eyelids. However, he was conscious and could clearly hear everyone's words.

Now Zi An has acupunctured his Zhong acupoint and Baihui acupoint to open up his meridians. Zi An said, "He will wake up soon."

At the same time, the Minister of Justice also finished his inspection and said, "He has signs of struggling. His nails have scraped on the rocks, and his feet have pushed against the ground. You can see his nails and the toes and heels of his shoes. There are signs of friction."

When everyone looked over, they saw that his nails were broken, two or three of which were stained with blood. The toes and heels of his shoes were also worn out, probably from pushing against the ground or against the rocks of the rockery.

This means that someone has grabbed his neck.

Ximen Xiaoqing's face was pale. He quietly retreated into the crowd, trying to sneak away.

But Chen Liuliu grabbed his collar with one hand and said, "If you dare to run, I will twist your legs up to your head."

When Mrs. Liang, the second wife of Ximen, saw her son being grabbed by Chen Liuliu, she was anxious and shouted, "You wild girl, let him go. If you dare to hurt him, I will kill you."

Suddenly, like heavenly soldiers descending, twelve men in similar attire appeared in front of Liang, forming a barrier that forced Liang to retreat step by step.

Everyone had a fierce expression on their face. Liang was also a fierce person. She was not afraid at all and shouted at the old lady, "Lady Chen, do you think the people in your Chen Mansion want to eat people?"

The old lady sat as steady as a mountain, not even raising her eyebrows, smoking her pipe and said coldly: "You have the intention to kill my granddaughter, so what's so strange about them eating you? Not to mention them, even I want to take a bite."

Just as Murong Jie said, Chen Liuliu is the apple of the Chen family's eye and the apple of the old lady's eye. How could she allow anyone to maliciously insult her

Liang was furious, "You are protecting your own shortcomings."

"The Chen family has always protected its people. Do you realize this just now?" The old lady said with dark circles under her eyes. Her silver hair sparkled in the sun. She lightly flicked the cigarette ash with her fingertips, looking indescribably ruffian.

"Your Highness, you have always been particular about rules. Don't you care about them?" Liang was forced to take two steps back by the Chen brothers, and she hurriedly said to Prince Li in a shrill voice.

Prince Li thought for a moment, then asked calmly, "What do you care about?"

“They want to beat people up.”

Prince Li looked at the Chen brothers and asked the Minister of Justice, "How should the person who beat others be punished?"

"Your Highness, we'll judge the crime based on the severity of the injury!"

Prince Li nodded, "Yes, I know, but you are in charge of the Ministry of Justice, so I have to ask you, let's put it this way, if the twelve of them hit you, I will urge the Minister of Justice to punish you according to the severity of the injury. No one who hits you can get away with it. I promise you."

Liang looked at these ferocious men. If twelve of them came up to beat her together, it would be useless even if they were executed one by one.

Murong Zhuangzhuang lowered his hands, feeling somewhat helpless. Whenever the third brother was around, things would easily go wrong.

However, she saw that when Zi'an was giving acupuncture to the servant, he leaned over and whispered in the servant's ear.

Murong Zhuangzhuang immediately understood that the third brother was actually covering for Zi'an.

This is strange. The third brother is a stubborn person and I have never heard that he would side with anyone. He stood up when hearing the case of severed fingers and disfigurement because it was against the law.

She was very sure that if Madam Linglong was right at the time and had evidence, he would definitely stand on Madam Linglong's side.

But now he is actually covering for Zi'an

Was it the instructions from Old Seven? Murong Zhuangzhuang looked at Murong Jie, but found that he was even less in shape. He sat lazily on the chair as usual, looking at the flowers and plants outside with indifferent eyes, as if the woman who was wrongly accused of murder was not his fiancée at all.

Over there, the doorman had already woken up.

The prince and Xia Wan'er looked at each other, both with shocked expressions. The prince took a step back coldly and glanced at Xia Wan'er coldly, as if condemning her for not handling the matter reliably.

Xia Wan'er didn't expect that Ximen Xiaoqing would be so careless that he didn't even know whether the person was dead or not. Now that she saw the prince was angry, she was also full of anger.

Zi'an helped the doorman sit up, and the Minister of Justice squatted down and asked, "What's your name?"

The doorman was still very weak, but he managed to kneel down and answer: "My name is Guiyuan."

"Guiyuan, who hurt you?" asked the Minister of Justice.

Everyone stared at the doorman. His face was very pale and his lips were trembling slightly. He didn't look at Zi'an, but was thinking about what she had just whispered in his ear.

She said she just made excuses saying she had forgotten everything or didn't know.

He knew the eldest lady's intention. She didn't want him to testify against Ximen Xiaoqing because Ximen Xiaoyue would be the mistress of the house in the future. If he tested positive for Ximen Xiaoqing, he would be retaliated against.

He kowtowed, then raised his head, pointed at Ximen Xiaoqing, and gritted his teeth and said, "It's Master Ximen."

There was an immediate uproar in the crowd. Although everyone had guessed that Ximen Xiaoqing intended to frame Xia Zian, they did not expect that he himself was the murderer.

This is really a case of the thief crying "stop thief".

The old lady said in a deep voice: "Please explain your situation clearly. Did you hear him arguing with the young lady over at the rockery, so the young lady asked him to do it?"

The old lady's words were a bit shameless, but she had no choice. If she held Ximen Xiaoqing accountable today, all their hard work would be in vain. Ximen Xiaoqing was a grandson that the Duke of Jin valued very much. Although his death today had nothing to do with them, the account would ultimately be settled on the head of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Therefore, the old lady used her status to coerce and guide the servant to answer according to her confession. If he confessed in this way, Xia Zian would still be the mastermind, and even if Ximen Xiaoqing would also be held accountable, the charge would be relatively light.

The doorman Guiyuan was obviously frightened by the old lady. There was not a single servant in the mansion who was not afraid of the old lady. This fear had accumulated over time. Even if the old lady fell to the ground and was dying, they would still feel scared.

(End of this chapter)