The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 71: Prince Regent

Chapter 71 The Prince Regent is in the middle of the volt

Therefore, this Murong Zhuangzhuang, even the current empress dowager, has to look at her face a bit, because the previous emperor spoiled this youngest sister like a baby.

Also, this princess was named Princess Zhenguo, Princess Zhenguo, with power above the Queen and the same generation as the Empress Dowager. Naturally, she was a legendary figure.

The most legendary thing is that she is in her twenties and still unwilling to get married.

The Empress Dowager was also heartbroken over her marriage.

Murong Zhuangzhuang took Zian and sat down, and asked her with great interest: "You don't like A Xin, do you? It doesn't matter if you don't like him, there are a lot of outstanding men in our Murong family. I'll decide who you like. ."

Zi An moved her body in. Is she selling slow-selling products?

"Zi'an is temporarily..."

Before she could finish her words, Murong Zhuangzhuang stepped on her chair with one foot in front of him, his eyes beating with excitement, "How do you feel about Azi?"

Zi'an was speechless. The Azi in her mouth should be Murong Zi, Prince An, but she didn't know that Prince An had longed for her mother?

Looking at her face, Murong Zhuangzhuang felt that she should not like the Azi she said, and continued to ask: "My fourth nephew? The fifth nephew? The sixth nephew?"

Murong Zhuangzhuang looked terrified, "Old Seven? Do you like Old Seven?"

Zi An asked her tentatively, "What happened to the regent?"

Murong Zhuang looked at her with pity, "If you like anyone, don't like that kid Lao Qi, he is arrogant, arrogant, cruel, vicious, cruel and indifferent, he is the worst person in the world. , can't find anything worse than him."

Zi An couldn't help laughing when she heard her description, and said, "The princess' evaluation of the prince is really special."

Murong Zhuangzhuang snorted and pulled his legs back in a particularly boring way. "The seventh is a scourge. I really hope God will take him back sooner."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw that Prince An had gone and returned, swept in like a whirlwind. He entered the door with a solemn expression and grabbed Zi An's wrist, "Come with me, something happened to A Jie." /

Zi'an groaned, "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid it won't happen." Prince An's voice was hoarse, and the circles of his eyes were suddenly red.

Murong Zhuangzhuang stretched out his hand and gave himself a few slaps. The slaps were loud, and his fair face suddenly became red and swollen. Just now."

Zi An's legs were a little weak, and her head buzzed, she was a little overwhelmed, she just looked at Prince An, "Quick, take me there."

She didn't know why she was flustered, maybe it was because she knew that Murong Jie was her only support now. If something happened to Murong Jie, she would also be unlucky.

A group of three hurried to a courtyard in Beijing.

This is not the regent's palace, the plaque on the door reads "Grand General's Palace"

The gate of the mansion was heavily guarded, the lights at the gate went out, and the gate was closed. When Prince An and Zian arrived, the gate was opened, and then closed again.

Zi An noticed that there was a row of archers squatting on the wall of the mansion, all intently and solemnly waiting.

Zi An knew that something must have happened, her heart was pounding, and her hands and feet were cold.

Murong Zhuangzhuang almost half of her body was leaning on Prince An's body, her feet were weak and she could walk vainly, she murmured, "I take back what I just said, God testifies, I am Murong Zhuangzhuang. It's just a poisonous mouth, I don't think that way in my heart, I take it back, I take it back, the seventh child gets better soon..."

Zi Anxin gave her a restless look, and she was very alarmed when she saw that her face was pale, and she had lost the cheerful and happy expression that she had in the mansion just now.

Her voice was weeping, and she spoke quickly and hastily, just a few words back and forth.

Prince An put his arms around her shoulders and said nothing, as if he was walking half-holding her.

I came to an independent courtyard in Fuzhong, where the horn lanterns were lit. There were more than ten people guarding the door with long swords. A gust of wind blew, and the strong smell of blood spread in the air.

The door opened and someone came out with water. Zi An saw that the water in the pan was red and smelled very bloody.

Prince An and Zian hurriedly walked in, only to see several corpses placed in the main hall, which had been covered with white cloth, and the white cloth was also stained with blood.

Going further into the inner room, there are several makeshift beds, and on each bed lies a wounded person, one of whom is Ni Rong.

There are more than a dozen doctors busy, wearing uniform clothes, they should be doctors of the Huimin Bureau.

Zi An is horrified, what the **** is going on? Cataclysm? Why are people sent back here?

The curtain was lifted, and a tall man in a black shirt came out. Seeing Prince An coming, he raised his eyebrows and asked solemnly, "Is the prince here, has Doctor Xia brought it?" /

Prince An pushed Zi An and asked, "Su Qing, how is he?"

The man called Su Qing looked at Zi'an and said, "Go in and talk about it."

The three walked in, and the white marble floor was stained with blood. It should have been bleeding when they were sent back, spreading all the way to the bedside.

Murong Zhuangzhuang sat on the ground, "Oh my God, what's the matter?"

There was a doctor in front of the bed to treat Murong Jie's wound, Zian didn't even think about it, he walked over quickly.

The moment he saw his face, Zian knew that the situation was not good. He lost too much blood, not to mention his face, even his lips turned white.

The clothes were all dyed red, and there was blood on his face, but Zi An could quickly tell which was his blood and which was someone else's blood.

The doctor was treating the wound on the chest. The clothes were not taken off, but a little cut.

"Scissors!" Zi An commanded, holding back the shock in his heart.

Su Qing hurriedly handed her the scissors, Zi An carefully picked up the clothes, cut them from the side, and cut the sleeves open, all the way to the pants.

Twelve wounds, of which the sword wound on the chest was the most severe, extending from the left chest to the right lower abdomen.

The skin of the wound is neatly cut, and it was wounded by a sharp sword.

"I can't use hemostatic powder anymore, it's too slow to stop!" Fortunately, he carried the needle bag with him, and Zian quickly applied needles on major acupoints to stop the bleeding by sealing the acupoints.

There is a black wound on the right leg, which is a sign of poison.

Zi An said in a deep voice, "Is there a detox pill? If not, bring some gunpowder here."

"Gunpowder?" the doctor asked. "What do you want gunpowder for?"

"The wound is poisonous. Using gunpowder can quickly prevent the venom from entering the body." Zian had no time to explain to him that gunpowder contained sulfur, which had a certain degree of anti-inflammatory and detoxifying effect.

"Where to find gunpowder now?" Su Qing frowned.

Prince An said: "Cannon battle, is there any artillery battle?"

"I'll go out and ask." Su Qin turned around and ran out.

The hot water was served in a dish, and Zi An was constantly cleaning the wound, panicking in her heart.

His breathing is very weak, and the only signs of life are that weak breathing and a barely moving heartbeat. He lost a lot of blood. Now he needs a blood transfusion, but there is no way to do it.

The only way is to seal the acupoints to stop the blood from flowing, and then after all wounds have been treated, acupuncture the bone marrow to stimulate the bone marrow to rapidly generate blood.