Dressed as the master of a sickly tyrant

Chapter 39

Nan Cangming didn't know how long he had slept, but he vaguely heard bursts of noisy noises coming from his ears.

He wanted to open his eyes, but felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy.

An Qi looked at the military doctors coming and going around, pouring out pots of bright red water.

The casualties in this battle were too heavy.

Although the 20 southern barbarians were repelled, they paid a heavy price.

Several generals died on the battlefield, and more than half of the soldiers were killed or injured. They have not waited for reinforcements from nearby.

As a result, he is the only one left in the twelve guards of the underworld, and now the little master is unconscious, and his life and death are uncertain.

I'm afraid only the ghost doctor can save the little master.

Wenyuan Pavilion is at least three days away from the southwestern border, and he has sent a letter by flying pigeons. I don't know when the ghost doctor will arrive?

Will the cold-hearted Palace Master come over?

It should be, after all the palace lord wrote back to the young master, but unfortunately the young master couldn't see it.

An Qi looked at the boy on the bed, trying to smooth his frown.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted why he didn't study medicine back then, maybe he could save the little master.

An Qi sighed, looked at the military doctor next to him, and asked with a glimmer of hope: "Military doctor, how is your condition?"

The military doctor wiped the sweat from his brow, hesitating and not daring to speak out.

Who dares to lightly talk about the life and death of the prince?

With one arm hung around his neck, Xiao Yan said with red eyes: "It's a hard job for the military doctor, please save Your Highness."

The man did not flick his tears lightly, and the military doctor also couldn't bear it: "My knowledge is shallow, but I will definitely try my best."

"It's just that His Highness was seriously injured, several short arrows pierced through his chest, and I dare not pull out the arrows hastily.

We can only prevent the wound from being infected first, and when the ghost doctor arrives, he will surely be saved. "

Chu Haozhi in Wenyuan Pavilion has been restless for the past few days, feeling that something is about to happen.

The letter has been sent out for a few days, and according to the little wolf cub's mind, he should have been in a hurry to reply to him.

But why is there no reply?

Even if he is busy with military affairs, he may not have time to write a sentence.

Or did the little wolf cub have a new love?

Chu Haozhi was taken aback by his thoughts, when did he become suspicious like a woman in a deep boudoir.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, he was about to find Yue Hanyan, when he saw Hanyan rushing over with panic all over his face.

Such an expression was rarely seen on Yue Hanyan's face, and Chu Haozhi had a premonition that something was wrong.

"What happened?"

A strong uneasiness rose in Chu Haozhi's heart, he suppressed it and spoke calmly.

"The southern barbarians aggressively attacked the southwestern frontier. Although our army retreated from the enemy, we suffered heavy losses."

Chu Haozhi stared at Yue Hanyan without saying a word, Yue Hanyan bit the bullet and said:

"Little master, there are arrows in his body, he is in danger, I'm afraid..."

With a "pop", the teacup in Chu Haozhi's hand fell to the ground.

The tea splashed, the teacup was smashed to pieces, and the crisp sound broke the frozen air.

The hot tea splashed on Chu Haozhi's white palm, and the delicate skin turned dark pink.

Chu Haozhi didn't realize it, and looked at Yue Hanyan with sharp eyes: "The Nanman army is suppressing the border, it must be a fierce battle, why is there no support around?"

"The generals stationed around are under the prince's command..."

After Chu Haozhi heard this, his face turned ashen.

In the face of a national crisis, the high-ranking people are still fighting among themselves, ignoring the lives of all the soldiers at the border and disregarding the righteousness of the family and the country.

It's really hateful and deserves to be killed.

What's even more hateful is that he dares to hurt the person he loves with all his strength. It's not a gentleman not to take revenge!

Chu Haozhi looked at the shattered residues, and his cold voice made people shudder: "His Royal Highness may have lived too comfortably these days."

"Send a letter to Qin Liumo, asking him to have fun with our Highness the Crown Prince, and the people in Chuchen Palace in the capital will follow him."

"Prepare the horses immediately, we need sweaty horses, and arrange replacements along the way. I want to rush to the southwest immediately."

Chu Haozhi gave orders one by one in an orderly manner, but his heart was extremely flustered.

Yue Hanyan felt slightly sour seeing such a palace master, but still insisted: "I will take Xiaoyu to rush there day and night, your body still needs to be recuperated..."

Chu Haozhi waved his hand to stop Yue Hanyan from saying the next thing.

"Why did the Nanman army suddenly come under pressure this time? Why didn't there be any news beforehand?"

"I guess it may have something to do with the little master killing five or six generals of the Nanman in a row a while ago, and stripping the third prince of the Nanman to expose his corpse outside the camp."

Without waiting for Chu Haozhi to ask, Yue Hanyan continued: "I heard that the third prince of the Nanman molested the little master before the battle, and wanted to take him back to serve him..."

So he beheaded five or six generals of the Nanban, and stripped the third prince naked and hung them at the gate of the barracks?

When did this little wolf cub become so vicious?

So after all, I still can't escape the plot setting, and I'm going to develop in the direction of a tyrant?

The prince was stripped naked and hung at the gate of the camp. It was such a shame and humiliation that it was no wonder that the Southern barbarian army suppressed the border.

But those who dare to covet him are really tired of life.

Since Nanman is so ignorant, don't blame him for destroying Nanman.

Yue Hanyan had already prepared the horse, and the few people hurriedly packed their luggage and set off.

Three black horses stood upright in the yard, their fur was shiny in the sun, and the manes on the back of their necks fluttered in the wind, looking majestic.

The three of them got on the horse neatly, and the horse seemed to sense the anxiety of its master.

The strong horseshoes stomped excitedly, raised their heads arrogantly and neighed, and galloped away like lightning.

Leaving behind a string of receding horseshoes, a trail of dust was raised, which quickly disappeared at the end of sight.

Along the way, Chu Haozhi's handsome face was tense, and he didn't say a word. Only when the whip was thrown on the horse's back would he make a sound that resounded through the sky.

Yue Hanyan couldn't help being a little worried, they had been on the road for six or seven hours, could the palace lord's body be able to bear it?

I wanted to dissuade him many times, but then I thought about it, if Xiaoyu was the one who was injured, would I rest?So I can no longer speak,

He had no choice but to keep silent, and ran wildly with Chu Haozhi along with Xiao Yu.

It was rare for Feng Shayu, who was always talking non-stop, to calm down, he understood this feeling all too well.

In the past, every time he learned that Yue Hanyan was injured, no matter where he was, he would rush back desperately. He was only afraid that he would not be able to catch up with him along the way, and he didn't dare to stop at all.

Because I can't bear the consequences of losing.

He didn't understand why before, but now he understands.

So even if he was a doctor, he would not persuade Chu Haozhi to stop and rest.

Chu Haozhi was restless, and he didn't want to talk to anyone, let alone rest, so he kept galloping.

If it wasn't for Nan Cangming's injury being at stake, he would not have known that his feelings for Nan Cangming had reached this point.

The love he has always believed in is - it is good to have you, and I am not bad without you.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was wrong, outrageously wrong.

With him, is the rest of my life.

If you lose him, life and time will no longer be meaningful to you.

Yue Hanyan looked at Chu Haozhi's silent appearance, secretly worried, and prayed that the little master would be safe.

If the little master makes any mistakes, the palace master is afraid...

A group of people rode horses and ran quickly on the path. The sun had already set, and only the setting sun was left in the sky like blood, reflecting the entire wilderness, which was extremely bleak.

In a blink of an eye, night fell, and the moon was shining like water, covering the entire wasteland, making it even more lonely.

Gradually, only half of the moon's head was exposed, and it sprinkled a faint silver glow.

Galloping all the way, finally arrived at the southwest border.

For a full three-day journey, Chu Haozhi arrived abruptly in one day and one night.

Chu Hao's group stopped outside the barracks, and An Qi, who received the news, was already waiting by the side.

Dark Seven would sometimes appear next to His Highness Ninth Prince, so all the soldiers in the barracks knew Dark Seven.

Now His Highness is still awake, everything is obeying An Qi's orders.

An Qi immediately invited the Palace Master and others in, and only said to the outside world that he had invited a ghost doctor to save His Highness.

Everyone in the army saw the ghost doctor coming, and saw that An Qi was respectful to this group of people, he must be a big shot, so they all left with great insight.

After everyone left, Chu Haozhi came to the bedside and watched Feng Shayu feel his pulse.

The face of the person on the bed was pale and bloodless. If it wasn't for the weak heartbeat, he would have suspected it was a corpse.

Feng Shayu frowned tightly, with a serious expression, Chu Haozhi's heart was tightened, and he asked in a deep voice, "How is it?"

Feng Shayu put down his hands, raised his eyes and looked at Chu Haozhi, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in his eyes, he was afraid of giving hope, but in the end...

After all, he still spoke: "He was injured too badly, and the wound festered very badly.

I want to draw the arrow immediately, but I'm only [-]% sure, if the injured person doesn't have the consciousness to survive, I'm afraid..."

Feng Shayu didn't dare to continue, he was afraid of provoking Chu Haozhi.

Chu Haozhi's heart twitched. If it was in the 21st century, he would definitely be able to save Ah Ming's life, but right now he can't find a way to go back...

The medical conditions here are so backward, there are no blood transfusion bags, no antibiotics, in case of excessive blood loss or postoperative infection, the consequences will be disastrous.

To be [-]% sure, Feng Shayu has done his best.

Pulling out the arrow is [-]% sure that you can save the life, but if you don't pull it out...

Ah Ming's fate is rough, and he has lived an inhuman life for more than ten years. Will he have a strong desire to survive?

He could only take a gamble, he bet that Nan Cangming would want to survive.

He remembered that boy had promised himself that he would marry him in the eyes of everyone.