Chapter 293 (2/2)

My heart trembled fiercely, and something gushed out at that moment.

Chu Zhi gritted his teeth: ”mind your own business!”

Han Zhan pulled Chu Zhi's sleeve: ”don't be angry.”

His move involved the wound on his back, and another stream of blood gushed out.

Chu Zhi's eyelids jumped: ”shut up!”

Han Zhan was so frightened that he quickly shut up.

Han Zhan's injury spread in Hou's house. Zhongyong Hou's face changed when he heard that his son's life was hanging on the line.

After seeing his injury, his face changed again.

He marched and fought for decades. He saw that it was just a skin wound. When he thought of the servant, he said that the bastard was about to hiccup and fart. Zhongyong Hou's face was black and could drip ink.

But in the eyes of the servant, it became: ”the little Marquis was hit by an arrow and hurt the key. I'm afraid it won't work. Zhongyong Marquis was devastated. He couldn't say a word and his face was black.”

Before long, everyone in the capital knew that Han Zhan, the young Duke of Zhongyong Hou's house, counted arrows during the Lantern Festival. Time was running out and his life was at rest.

Of course, that's all later.

However, after emperor Xiao returned to the palace, he immediately ordered Wu Taiyi to go out of the palace to heal Han Zhan.

Chu Zhi was relieved to see that it was Doctor Wu.

Sure enough, Wu Taiyi said, ”the little Marquis's injury seems dangerous. Fortunately, he has not been hurt to the point. After a period of rest, he will be as good as ever.”

”Doctor Wu is wrong?” Han Zhan said. ”I think I've hurt my heart and won't live long. Even if I can survive, I'm also a short-lived ghost. What do you think?”

Hearing the speech, Doctor Wu's eyelids jumped.

He instinctively glanced at Chu Zhi. Although Chu Zhi didn't know what Han Zhan wanted to do, he still said to Wu Taiyi, ”Wu Taiyi, please.”

Doctor Wu pondered for a moment: ”if the heart pulse is damaged, the doctor can know one or two by cutting the pulse.”

”It's easy to do. Your majesty trusts Mrs. Wu. My injury will trouble Mrs. Wu in the future.”

Wu Taiyi instinctively wanted to refuse, so he saw Han Zhan pick his eyebrow and smile: ”after all, I'm the prince's man now!”

”Don't worry, my Lord. I will do my best to heal him, which will surely save his life.”

It's midnight when we finish our work here.

Wu Taiyi's technique is sophisticated. He doesn't shed much blood when pulling out the arrow, but it hurts badly.

Don't look at Han Zhan's delicate skin and tender meat. He is a patient and doesn't say a word all the time.

Doctor Wu sighed, ”the little marquis is a real man!”

Han Zhan panted heavily, his forehead was cold and sweaty, and his face was as white as paper, but he still sneered: ”I think the military stick I received when I was a child was much more painful than this. This pain is itching for me!”

Wu Taiyi shook his head and smiled, noncommittal.

[author's digression]: there are many buried lines in these two chapters. Careful little cute should be able to find them