Liao Yuncheng had a disdain in his eyes. He really didn't want to pay attention to her. He walked back to the inner room a few steps, guarding the injured man and refused to leave.

Li Xiangjun quickly crossed the threshold and ran to the bed, looking at Ning Nanyou lying on the soft mat with blood all over her body, her eyes were instantly filled with tears. She covered her lips, her shoulders trembled, and she began to sob faintly.

The general heard the girl's crying in his ears, couldn't help but frown, and lowered his head with disgust.

After a cup of tea, Fu Chen hurried over with the doctor. The wound on his body had not healed yet. After running, he felt the pain as if the wound was torn. He couldn't hold on to the pain, staggered and stopped, took several breaths, and said to the doctors following behind: "Two gentlemen, please go to the court first. Your Highness Rui is waiting! Don't worry about what to do."

The two doctors nodded and ran towards the house.

Fu Chen covered the wound on his chest and took a long time to endure it. He walked over step by step, and there was a slight sweat on his forehead. Fu Chen walked around the screen and saw Li Xiangjun coming here early, crying with the rain.

He sighed, his eyes fell on the girl's belly, holding the gauze of the curtain in his hand, barely supporting him, saying, "Why is the princess here? The man Lang was seriously injured, and his bloody energy was inevitably scary. Don't be shocked."

Li Xiangjun didn't look at him at all, staring at Ning Nanyou with his eyes curled up, and replied with a sob: "It's okay, I am here. If I don't look at him, I will be worried."

Fu Chen gasped for a few lightly, listening to her words, he felt helpless. He paused for a moment, and finally silently said, retracted his eyes from the girl and turned to the bed.

The doctor took the pulse for Ning Nanyou, rubbed the sweat on his forehead in fear, and said tremblingly: "Your Highness Rui King's injury is too serious. You need to pull out the knife quickly, cut off the rust-stained meat, and stitch it early."

Fu Chen wrinkled his facial features worriedly and said dryly in his mouth: "Since he knows how to treat it, please ask the doctor to do it quickly, so as not to delay the condition."

The doctor who took the pulse stammered and said, "Mr. Fu... it's not a villain to refuse, but... the villain is really not good at this skill of cutting flesh. He is afraid of taking action easily, but instead hurt Your Highness Rui... aggravated his injury. Besides, the cold blade inserted in His Highness's chest has long lost the hilt of the sword. Even if the villain can remove it, he has no focus..."

Seeing this, Liao Yuncheng said anxiously: "What should we do? The blade is inserted so deeply and if it is not removed, will you just watch Your Highness die?"

The doctor was so scared that he was dizzy when he roared, and knelt on the ground with trembling all over his body and bowed repeatedly, "God of anger... It's not that the villain is unwilling to save Your Highness, but he is really... he is not skilled and powerless."

Fu Chen tightened the curtain on the curtain, held his face and lowered his head with an uneasy expression. He thought for a long time, and when everyone was at a loss, he suddenly spoke: "Since that's the case, he inserted a long arrow into the small hole exposed at the end of the blade, and try to pull it out with the force."

Liao Yuncheng looked up in shock: "Fu Langjun, how can this be done? If it is not done well, I am afraid that the lord's injury will be even worse..."

Fu Chen said decisively: "If you don't want him to die, don't say so much." He turned his head and asked the doctor and told him, "Just follow what I said."

The doctors were stunned for a moment. Before they could react, they saw Fu Chen greeting someone to get a feather arrow.

The servant handed the feather arrow to them, and the two doctors looked at each other, leaned tremblingly, and looked for the hole of the blade in the wound on Ning Nanyou's body.

The two of them were stroking and groping for a long time but couldn't find the right place. Fu Chen was frightened by the side and finally got angry. He walked forward, pushed the two doctors away, pulled away the arrows from their hands, and sat on the bed and said, "Well, let me do it."

Fu Chen held the handle of the long arrow, and his palm was sweating. Liao Yuncheng stared at him, worried and scared, "Mr. Fu! Can this method work? The lord's injury should not be severe..."

Fu Chen said resolutely: "If you obstruct this again, just wait and see your lord's life be in danger!"

After saying this, he endured the fear in his heart and pointed the arrow of the feather arrow in his hand at the handle of the blade, and held Ning Nanyou's arm while drilling the arrow in a little force.

The blade was squeezed in Ning Nanyou's flesh and blood, causing him to shake his whole body.

Fu Chen's hand on the feather arrow couldn't help but tremble. Seeing Ning Nan's facial features twisted in pain, he couldn't help it. He took a deep breath, held his breath, ordered the doctor to block Ning Nanyou with a wooden board behind him, and with some strength, he held the handle of the feather arrow again, stared at Ning Nanyou's wound with concentration, and used the feather arrow bit by bit to pull out the broken blade stuck between the flesh and blood.

Every time he sucked a point, the husband on the couch shook in pain. He saw the blue veins on Ning Nanyou's forehead bulging, but his teeth were pressing against his lips. Even if he was in pain, he would not wail and scream.

The moment the blade pulled away from Ning Nanyou's body, blood spurted out like a fountain, and suddenly splashed on Fu Chen's face. He blinked, feeling that the nose was filled with blood.

Seeing this, the doctor quickly washed his hands and waited on the side with a soldering iron.

Fu Chen sat blankly, as if he was frightened by the spurted blood. Seeing that the blood in Ning Nanyou's chest was constantly flowing out, Liao Yuncheng hurriedly helped Fu Chen stand aside, freeing up space for the two doctors.

The doctor holding the knife quickly cut off the rotten meat from Ning Nanyou's wounds. Another doctor who was holding a soldering iron and was constantly forging and roasting on the stove. He pinched the opportunity to change his position with him, and took the soldering iron and printed it hard on the Langjun's chest.

Ning Nanyou tightened his whole body, let out a muffled groan in his throat, struggled for a moment, and fainted from pain.

Li Xiangjun watched from the side, only her eyes were red and she could shed tears, and she could not do anything else. It was not until the doctor completely healed Ning Nanyou's wound that she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, but because of her breathing so fast, she rushed to her forehead and fainted for a moment.

Minghua, who was following her, stretched out his hand in time, supported her, and shouted in panic: "Princess? What's wrong with you, Princess?"

Li Xiangjun fainted. When Liao Yuncheng, who was beside him, could not help but feel speechless when he saw it, and he complained: This girl will only cause trouble for the lord, when will she stay away from them and be less pretentious?

Fu Chen finally calmed down from the blood light. He raised his eyes and saw Li Xiangjun closing his eyes tightly and lying weakly in Minghua's arms. He immediately felt a little palpitations and walked forward and said, "What's wrong with the princess?"

Minghua said: "Maybe he was shocked by His Highness Rui's injury, and he couldn't hold on for a moment and fainted."

When Liao Yuncheng heard this, he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Since Princess Nanyang is afraid of such a scene, why do you have to come and find out? Now that Your Highness Rui is seriously injured, how can we get a doctor to take her pulse? Isn't this intentional trouble for Your Highness?"

Minghua heard this and widened his eyes and stepped forward to argue with him, but Fu Chen blocked his footsteps.

The man walked forward, picked up Li Xiangjun from her arms, and took her straight towards the amateur in the house. Minghua was stunned and had no time to refute something with Liao Yuncheng, so he hurriedly followed.

She hurriedly said, "Fu Xiaolangjun... You have injuries on your body, so you don't have to worry about holding our princess..."

Fu Chen didn't speak, endured the pain of the wound, and put his hands around Li Xiangjun's neck and knees with all his strength, trying to move forward steadily so that the girl in her arms would not feel any bumps.

Minghua didn't notice these little movements. Seeing the soldiers coming and going in the corridor looking here, he couldn't help but say, "Fu Xiaolangjun...you'd better put our princess down... How many rumors will come about when others see you?"

Fu Chen glanced at the soldiers and whispered to comfort: "Miss Minghua, don't worry, now this restaurant is full of His Highness King Rui's confidant soldiers... They are very nervous and will never expose what happened in the restaurant."

Minghua still minded a little, so he said without hesitation: "Little Langjun, our princess said... He doesn't like you, it's not good if you just stubbornly tangle like this. What's more, now... King Rui has already admitted our princess. Wouldn't it make it difficult for King Rui and Princess to be human?

Fu Chen curled his lips and sneered: "Miss Minghua, do you think I like your princess? You just saw that you, the master and servant, couldn't help in the elegant room and had to cause trouble. I was really upset and came out to help... Could it be that the girl wanted the people around His Highness Rui to speak out and drive you away before she could give up?"

He had long seen Liao Yuncheng's disgust and impatientness towards the Lord and servant of Li Xiang. In order to avoid conflict between the two sides, he took the coma Li away first. Unexpectedly, the maid of Li was extremely disdainful of him, which made him laugh and cry and cold.

Minghua was blocked by him and said in a silence. He didn't know what to reply.

Fu Chen started his step again, threw Minghua directly behind him, quickly carried Li Xiangjun back to her own room, put his hands and feet on the bed, and turned his feet to leave. Minghua took a moment to catch up with him, and happened to be full of his arms at the door. Seeing Fu Chen leaving, she hurriedly said, "Mr. Fu! Don't you stay and take care of the princess?"

Fu Chen frowned and said unhappy: "You said just now... you should keep a distance from the princess, why are you trying to stay for the princess now? Miss Minghua, I'm sorry, I can't understand what you mean."

Minghua lowered his voice and said, "The princess is in a coma, and the adults don't care about her. Do you even care about the child in her womb? Your Highness, Prince Rui, knowing that the princess is pregnant with his child in her womb... She takes care of her more often on her daily life. How sad should he see the princess lying on the sickbed when she wakes up?"
Chapter completed!