The general's wife knows medicine

Chapter 188 Song Yichen is injured

During his escape, Song Yichen was surrounded by enemies and had nowhere to escape. He tried his best to escape, but still couldn't get rid of the pursuers of the Third Prince. Seeing the pursuers getting closer and closer, Song Yichen felt a sense of despair.

He was afraid that he would really die here today. He didn't know whether his guards had noticed that he was missing or went to ask for help. Would he still be alive to wait for help?

He hadn't gotten married yet, and hadn't brought home the person who had made him so fond of her. He didn't know if she would be sad for him if she knew he was dead. Would she marry someone else? However, if he died, she would definitely marry...

As he was running and thinking about random things, the pursuers caught up with him and he was surrounded.

Song Yichen looked at the black-clad and masked assassins and gave a bitter smile. It seemed that the Third Prince really would not give him any chance to survive.

After a fierce fight, Song Yichen was barely able to hold on to compete with his opponent at first, but gradually he became exhausted and his movements slowed down.

The other side had more people and more power, and Song Yichen was already in a weak position. He was only supported by his obsession with wanting to survive.

Just when he felt that he was simply too tired and wanted to give up, Mu Jintang descended from the sky and helped him block the fatal sword.

Mu Jintang's men formed a circle to protect Mu Jintang and Song Yichen.

Mu Jintang supported Song Yichen's shaky body and asked, "What's wrong? Is it serious?"

Song Yichen smiled bitterly, his voice a little weak: "I will die temporarily, cough, I won't die, but if I delay any longer, I'm afraid, cough, it's not certain, cough cough~~"

Seeing that he was having such difficulty speaking, Mu Jintang thought that something was not going well.

He handed the man over to Yang Tingzhen who came with him, and instructed: "You will find a good opportunity to take him away later, and I will cover you."

Yang Tingzhen nodded, without saying anything more, and reached out to take the person and support him.

Song Yichen just gave Yang Tingzhen a forced smile of gratitude before completely fainting.

Mu Jintang called him twice anxiously, but got no response.

Yang Tingzhen sniffed Song Yichen's breath and nodded to Mu Jintang.

Mu Jintang finally felt relieved and shouted, "Someone, cut a path for me."

As he said this, he picked up his sword and rushed forward first.

The guards that Mu Jintang brought with him had all followed him into the battlefield, so their strength should not be underestimated.

Seeing the opportunity, Yang Tingzhen threw Song Yichen to his back and ran towards the direction of their horses without looking back. Seeing someone trying to stop him, Mu Jintang stabbed the man with a sword. The man was stabbed through the heart from the back and fell in a pool of blood.

Yang Tingzhen also successfully ran away with Song Yichen.

Without any worries, Mu Jintang acted without restraint and started killing people immediately.

Mu Jintang and others quickly dealt with the assassins and caught up with Yang Tingzhen.

When Mu Jintang brought Song Yichen to Tang Peipei, Song Yichen was breathing out more than breathing in due to excessive bleeding.

Seeing this, Tang Peipei immediately dismissed everyone.

I checked his pulse first, which was weak but still there.

Then check the eyeballs and heartbeat one by one.

In fact, Tang Peipei was also a little anxious.

No matter how skilled she was in medicine, she couldn't be sure she could bring someone back from the brink of death without blood transfusion.

Yes, Song Yichen’s current condition is like he has one foot in the gates of hell. If he doesn’t find a way to get treatment, he will probably die.

Tang Peipei took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She closed her eyes and carefully recalled the knowledge and experience she had learned before. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she opened her eyes abruptly, quickly grabbed the paper and pen on the table, and began to write furiously.

"Bletilla striata, Panax notoginseng, Sanguisorba officinalis charcoal..." She kept muttering to herself while writing down the names of various herbs. Soon, a complete prescription appeared on the paper. This prescription was taught to her by her grandfather, but because she was in the hospital before, there was a blood bank to provide blood transfusions, and she didn't need these Chinese medicine prescriptions at all, so she almost forgot them.

After finishing writing, Tang Peipei called Mu Jintang, handed him the prescription, and instructed: "Go and ask someone to prepare the medicine according to this prescription and boil it as soon as possible."

After arranging the medicine, Tang Peipei turned to Mu Jintang and said, "Help me take off all of Song Yichen's clothes. I want to give him acupuncture treatment." Mu Jintang nodded and took off Song Yichen's clothes quickly. Tang Peipei took out the silver needles that had been prepared long ago, and began to give Song Yichen acupuncture with a focused and determined look.

With each acupuncture treatment, more and more beads of sweat appeared on Tang Peipei's forehead.

You know, even in modern times when there are blood banks that can provide blood transfusions, if Song Yichen loses so much blood, the survival rate is only 60 to 70 percent.

Moreover, in ancient times when medical equipment was backward, doctors could only rely on their own strength, and every injection had to be 100% accurate.

Tang Peipei's acupuncture skills are very good, but she can't help getting nervous.

The sweat was getting more and more, and just when it was about to flow into his eyes, Mu Jintang gently wiped it away.

Tang Peipei smiled at him gratefully, and then continued to give acupuncture to Song Yichen.

Tang Peipei was about to feed the prepared medicine to Song Yichen when Lu Xinyu got the news and rushed over.

Looking at the person lying on the bed, whose face was pale and bloodless, Lu Xinyu's heart felt like it was pricked by a needle. She wished so much that the person lying on the bed was herself, so that she could suffer this pain instead of him.

Lu Xinyu sobbed softly, and her grip on Song Yichen's hand tightened slightly.

Tang Peipei patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Don't worry, everything is fine now."

Lu Xinyu nodded and said to Tang Peipei gratefully: "Sister, thank you!"

"We are a family, there is no need to say this. Okay, you stay with him and we will leave first. If there is anything, please send someone to call me."

Tang Peipei was helped out by Mu Jintang.

She was a little tired. Acupuncture, especially such complicated acupuncture, was very exhausting.

Mu Jintang picked the person up by the waist and sent him back to their own yard.

Tang Peipei knew that he still had a lot of things to do, so she said, "I'm fine, I just need to take a rest, you go and do your thing."

Mu Jintang did have a lot of things to do at the moment, so he nodded, turned and left.

He had to quickly ask someone to quietly invite the Fifth Prince over.

Tang Peipei had just finished giving the acupuncture, and Song Yichen woke up once and told them everything.

Although he killed all those assassins, the Third Prince would sooner or later know that what happened today was caused by them.

Song Yichen also suspected that the emperor's recent health deterioration was also the work of the third prince. He had to ask someone to verify it, and it would be best if Peipei could go to the palace to see the emperor.

But all this must be discussed after meeting the Fifth Prince.