The sleeves were slit and cut off.
Ming Jiuge was able to observe the wound carefully. However, as the sergeant reported, it looked like a traumatic injury, but now the skin and flesh of the knife edge were not rolled, but instead buckled inward, the depth of the wound is invisible.
And what caught her attention was that the wound was densely covered with small, dense lumps. These small red rashes appear around the traumatic wound without thinking, you can also know that the incision must be poisoned.
"Brother, how do you feel now?"
"It doesn't feel much."
"Feel it, and then think about the reaction of the arm when it was just injured, and when did some of the reactions disappear?"
Ming Qingzhan was able to make a fist and let go just now, and while speaking, his arm movement was already restricted.
"Xiao Beiyuan, hurry up and find someone to urge you, life is at stake!"
This sentence made Ming Qing's face change color, "Ge'er, is it so serious?" He was not scared. He had been on the battlefield for many years, and he would not be scared by this little injury.
He was surprised. I didn't expect it to be so serious. I had sent someone to report it when I knew I was injured.
"Brother, isn't it even a little bit powerless to make a fist? This knife doesn't seem to be deep, but I'm afraid it will damage your nerves."
Ming Qingzhan doesn't know any nerves, but she knows that her sister is the most reliable, not alarmist.
"How did it hurt?" This is the strange thing. The army was already outside Cangcheng, and there were still people who dared to make a moth, obviously provoking.
Ming Jiuge suppressed the anger in his heart, took the medicine box handed over by the sergeant, and quickly opened it. Take out a slightly larger pill from the hidden grid and stuff it into Ming Qingzhan's mouth.
"Chew, don't drink water."
Ming Qingzhan was miserable, he would rather endure than taking medicine. But now, as long as you close your eyes and take a sip, you feel a cool throat dripping out, with a strong medicinal smell, almost vomiting out in one mouthful.
"Brother, if you vomit, I will let you drink a potion that is more bitter than this for a month."
Ming Jiu Ge didn't even look at it, and he knew that Ming Qing Zhan was strong and patient. As he spoke, the movements of his hands were methodical.
Xiao Beiyuan was also considered a qualified assistant. When Ming Jiuge prepared, he disinfected his hands first, then disinfected Ming Qingzhan's entire arm, and then waited for the man who squeezed the knife in one hand and the silver needle in the other. Ming Jiuge gave orders.
"Pour that on the wound
on. "
Ming Jiuge's eyes motioned, Xiao Beiyuan picked up a bottle of special clear water, dipped it with a white brocade cloth, and spread it evenly on the wound little by little.
Ming Qingzhan completely forgot that he was still chewing the pill in his mouth, staring at Ming Jiuge's hand.
"Sister, this is..."
"Don't talk!" The wound was opened by the blade, and the silver needle slowly penetrated in and pulled out again.
Ming Jiuge looked at it, and looked scary, not as serious as she estimated.
"The deepest part of this knife has encountered peripheral nerves and hand muscles, which need to be sutured." This was said to Xiao Beiyuan.
"I'm the patient, what are you two doing."
Ming Jiuge was amused for a while. How could such an unreliable person be her brother? He simply didn't take his injury seriously.
"Don't talk, distract me! When I stitch, if my hand shakes, this hand will be useless. Maybe I will be a one-armed hero in the second half of my life."
Well, he endured it.
Ming Jiuge was extremely nervous when stitching. This was one of his few nerve and tendon stitches. The pill she fed to Ming Qingzhan was an antidote, poisoning and severe trauma, even if the wound is no longer well-known, it can still be fatal.
Ming Qingzhan stared at Ming Jiuge's god operation at close range, and the more I looked at it, the more incredible it became. Suddenly a strong pain struck, Ming Qingzhan subconsciously banged out.
"It should be that the antidote has taken effect, the numbness of the arm has disappeared partly, and the amount of potion is not enough to support it."
"What about then?"
"The second secret compartment, take out a medicine for him." Chewing is simply terrible.
"If you don't eat, hold on."
The Ming Jiuge being treated is unkind, and no one is afraid of her cold face.
Sure enough, it worked, and it really got better after taking the medicine. There is only numbness, but no pain.
In two full hours, she didn't know how many stitches Ming Jiuge had sewn on Ming Qingzhan's arm. But everything went smoothly. Fortunately, the hand muscles were only injured in half, so after taking care of them, the function of the hands will not be affected.
Just put on a bandage, the imperial decree arrived.
The visitor turned out to be the most trustworthy palace person around Canghaihuang, but Ming Jiuge didn't even watch it, and was directly stopped by people. It was called treatment and should not be approached.
Xiao Beiyuan looked indifferent, and followed her tossing.
When Ming Qingzhan saw this, he simply began to hum
, High or low, and occasionally mixed with a few cold breath sounds, the palace people outside the tents all have a scalp tingling, secretly guessing how the injury is.
After waiting for another half an hour, I heard the voice of Ming Jiuge, "You are not allowed to change postures at will, you cannot make large movements, you cannot..."
A long "can't" left the palace staff to fill up many pictures on their own. However, when he was allowed to enter the big tent, he saw that Ming Qingzhan was only injured in his arm and had been bandaged well.
Looking at Ming Qingzhan, his face was pale, his forehead was sweaty, and his eyes were extremely tired. The sarcasm of preparation for a long time suddenly became unspeakable.
"General Ming listens to the order!" According to the procedure, a big ceremony was required, but the palace man heard the dialogue and looked at Ming Qingzhan's arms hanging on his chest, and said with a smile: "General Ming is injured, just So take the order."
It turned out to be summoned by the emperor. The corner of Ming Jiuge's lips opened up with a warm smile. This was to appease Ming's family. He made an order immediately after the incident and appeared to take it seriously. But she Ming Jiu Ge is not rare, and she will go to the palace today too!
"Brother, the emperor wants us to enter the palace immediately."
It's me, not us. Ming Qingzhan heard this, but didn't delve into it.
However, "The princess, the emperor is asking the Ming general to return to the court to report on his duties." The implication does not include Ming Jiuge.
"I know." Ming Jiuge smiled and looked at the palace man who had been with Canghai Emperor for more than 20 years, and asked faintly: "Did the emperor say that the princess should not be allowed to enter the palace?"
This is really not there.
The palace man was at a loss for words and did not know how to answer. However, after a short period of bewilderment, the palace man respectfully asked: "How about the Lord?"
"General Ming needs someone to accompany him."
The palace man followed Xiao Beiyuan's gaze, and Ming Qingzhan, who had just been full of confidence, lay half leaned in the chair, his face pale.
In fact, the palace staff really had nothing to say.
Ming Qingzhan didn't pretend, this state is real now, the local anesthetic is still there, and he doesn't think so. Now the whole arm is tearing like a pain, and there is no extra strength to fight.
Ming Jiuge didn't want his brother to enter the palace immediately, but naturally followed his situation and used a small trick. Ming Qingzhan fell asleep in pain.
The palace man had no choice but to return to the Emperor Canghai.
(End of this chapter)