Chapter 1257

The person sent by Guangbo Hou just came to give a notice and left.

"Impossible!" Luo qingluan's face suddenly turned white. She stood in the same place with an unbelievable face. She spoke words in her mouth. Her fingernails clenched her palm tightly to hide her inner panic.

Nalan night was seriously injured and disappeared?

Luo qingluan absolutely doesn't believe it.

Nalan night is not a simple person. Isn't his martial arts very powerful? How can you get hurt suddenly and even disappear? Suddenly, Luo qingluan didn't come to digest it.

Yuan Xing pinched his chin and thought, "it's unlikely that the Lord will be injured. It's rare that the Lord will be seriously injured in the world. We've been with the Lord for so many years, and the number of times the Lord will be injured, let alone seriously injured."

"Yes, yes, so don't believe this gossip, princess. It may be that Guangbo Hou made a message to cause trouble." Yong'an stepped forward and followed his persuasion.

Also, we don't know whether this matter is true or false. We can't easily conclude that Nalan night was seriously injured.

Having said that, Luo qingluan's hanging heart still hasn't put down. She has only one idea now. Nalan night can't have an accident.

"OK, I see. Let me think about it alone." Luo qingluan sat on the chair in a daze as if she had lost her soul.

Yuan Xing and Yong'an gave each other a look. They winked and finally stood at the door as the door god.

The Lord wants them to protect the princess's safety, so they can't slack off.

Luo qingluan was confused and sleepy, so he fell on the wooden table and took a nap for a while. She had a dream. In the dream, Nalan came towards her with a smile. As the picture turned, Nalan fell in front of her with blood all over.

A maid sent by Lin Yixuan to serve Luo qingluan hurriedly ran to Luo qingluan and pulled her throat. She was out of breath: "Miss Luo, wake up. There are people from Guangbo Hou. Let you go immediately."

By such a shout, Luo qingluan suddenly woke up, stood up conditionally, pulled the servant girl's sleeve and asked, "did they say anything?"

Since the man was sent by Guangbo Hou, they must have news of Nalan night this time.

"It seems that... I want to bring the injured prince to see you." The servant girl was frightened by Luo qingluan's sudden action and said hesitantly.

Luo qingluan paused, his brain was running fast, and there were only three words on his mind: Nalan night.

The next second, Luo qingluan ran, faster than the rabbit.

If you guessed correctly, the direction was the door. Yong'an immediately pulled Yuan Xing's arm, and they quickly followed Luo qingluan's figure.

Because Lin Yixuan had told Luo qingluan not to stop his action before, the guards gave way one after another, and Luo qingluan walked all the way.

Under a big tree not far from the door, there was an extremely luxurious carriage. Two high headed horses pulled the reins. The young man stood in a row, and a low stool was placed outside the carriage. It was obvious that there was someone in the carriage, and this person was probably Nalan night.

The curtain of the car was lifted from the inside. Nalan night curled up in the carriage, his eyes closed, his body fluctuated gently with his breath, and got out of the carriage with the help of the servants.

Nalan night has no blood color on his handsome face like a sculpture, and his chest is wrapped with a bandage that has long been bleeding and difficult to distinguish the color. The whole person looks ill. He occasionally makes a cough or two, and the cough sounds are compared

Big.

At this time, Nalan night is like a piece of paper. As soon as the wind blows, it can float up immediately.

It seems that things have developed to an irreparable point. Nalan night was hurt more than she thought.

Luo qingluan's heart suddenly collapsed. She couldn't hide her emotions and rushed forward recklessly.

Yuan Xing was shocked when he arrived at Yong'an. Their king, who was world-famous in martial arts and meticulous in mind, was hurt so badly?

"Yuan Xing, help Nalan night into the house!" Luo qingluan paced back and forth with hands and feet, took a deep breath, and tried to make himself less nervous. "Yong'an, immediately let everyone burn hot water, prepare scissors, fire folding, Jinchuang medicine, and my silver needle."

Dissuade everyone, even Yuan Xing of Yong'an didn't stay. Luo qingluan said that he needed to be quiet during the treatment, so he let them guard at the door and let no one disturb him.

Outside the door, Yong'an finally couldn't help but say, "Yuan Xing, why did you say that the LORD was hurt so badly?"

Yuan Xing flew an eye knife with full warning: "I think you just eat salty radishes and worry less. With the princess, the prince will be fine."

It was precisely because he believed in the princess's medical skills that he said so. In fact, he was also very worried about the prince and didn't know how he was hurt.

"When has our Lord been hurt like this for so many years? I'm dying just looking at it."

Yong'an sighed. Yuan Xing didn't know what to say. They just stood at the door and never said a word again.

Nalan night is rarely injured. It's true that he has never been so seriously injured. It's strange this time.

In the room, Nalan slept in bed at night. Luo qingluan wiped his face with a clean cloth, and then no longer hesitated. He took out a silver needle from the cloth bag and quickly pricked Nalan night's acupoints. The technique was as smooth as clouds and water and not muddy.

The tip of the needle showed a bright orange red, which was obviously different from the color of normal blood. After Luo qingluan noticed that there was something wrong with the blood color on the tip of the needle, he reached out and grabbed Nalan night's wrist to feel his pulse.

This pulse is a little unusual. Luo qingluan can't tell what it is. Sometimes it's fast and sometimes it's slow. In short, it's very chaotic.

For a martial artist, there should be a surging internal force flowing in his veins, but Nalan night

Nalan night has no internal power, that is to say, the king of Chu, who has always killed lengli, is no different from ordinary people. Just according to the pulse of Nalan night, Luo qingluan didn't dare to think about that after all.

Luo qingluan frowned and put his hand on Nalan night's chest. He wanted to make sure again. He took a deep breath and recited it several times in his heart. It is the bounden duty of doctors to cure diseases and save people. There can be no distractions.

When she really took off Nalan night's clothes, Luo qingluan's original distractions had long disappeared. What remained was only the heart of a doctor to heal the sick and save people.

She carefully cut the gauze with scissors and found that there was a deep wound on his chest. Because he had covered it for too long, the pus adhered to the edge of the wound. Luo qingluan's hand holding the silver needle trembled a few times. The bloody scene made people see goose bumps.

Sure enough, it is caused by inflammation.

Look at Nalan night again. Because she lost too much blood, her lips were slightly purple. For a time, Luo qingluan was distressed. Fortunately, she had stopped the bleeding with a silver needle before.

It's just that the skin and meat stick together and won't be good for recovery

, even some necrotic rotten meat needs to be cut off before suturing. Luo qingluan was about to get up to get the tools. Nalan night, who had fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly struggled to open his eyes and said something vaguely in his mouth. She heard it when she got closer.

"Water... Water... I want to drink water..." he licked his cracked lips and repeated this sentence with difficulty.

His words were intermittent. Luo qingluan only felt a stabbing pain in his heart and choked: "OK, I'll pour you water. Nalan night, after drinking water, I'll clean your wound."

I don't know whether Nalan night heard this sentence. When Luo qingluan poured a glass of water and walked to the bed, he closed his eyes and calmed down. He should have fainted with pain.

Luo qingluan took a lot of effort to help Nalan night up. Fortunately, Nalan night was still conscious and instinctively drank up the water in the cup. There was a sound of "Gudong Gudong" in the room.

Next, Luo qingluan was not idle. First, he cleaned his wound and began to deal with the necrotic flesh.

Now there are no scalpels or other things. Luo qingluan asked someone to find an embroidery needle. Although it was only a temporary emergency, Luo qingluan was not careless in this regard. She disinfected the burning candle and sewed the wound quickly.

After the whole process, Luo qingluan found many bottles and cans, pulled out the cork and poured some powder into Nalan night's wound. The white powder melted quickly at the moment when it touched his wound. The bleeding wound suddenly stopped bleeding and turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Finally, he wrapped it layer by layer with gauze and moved gently.

Looking at Nalan night lying naked on the bed, Luo qingluan was worried that he would catch a cold. He put on an inner coat for him and carefully covered a thick quilt.

Under the dim candle light, Luo qingluan sat in front of his desk, spread out a piece of paper, picked up his pen and dipped it in ink to write a prescription.

This is a prescription to promote wound healing. It seems ordinary. In fact, the combined effect of each medicine is better than that prescribed by the doctor outside.

When Nalan took the medicine at night, Luo qingluan could breathe a sigh of relief after observing it for a period of time.

It's completely dark outside, but it's about time. You can vaguely see pedestrians walking outside through the lanterns in the corridor of the inn.

Luo qingluan was busy taking care of Nalan night. She was not relaxed for a moment. At this time, she was also a little tired. She stretched out her hand and straightened her wrinkled clothes. Just then Shi ran went to the door and opened the door.

Yuan xingyong'an heard the creaking sound of opening the door and looked up. Knowing that Luo qingluan had finished handling it, he hurried forward to ask Nalan night about his injury.

Luo qingluan handed the prescription to Yong'an and rubbed his eyebrows slowly. "The Lord is out of danger. Yong'an, go quickly while the medical center is not closed. You must fill the medicine strictly according to this prescription. You can't lose a penny. Go and return quickly."

After taking the medicine again, within half a month, Nalan night's wound will initially scab, and he should recover after a period of rest.

"Yes, princess, my subordinates will do it now." Yong'an took the prescription, looked at it and nodded. In fact, he didn't see the difference between this prescription and those imperial doctors in the capital. Thinking of Luo qingluan's instructions, he turned and left.

Yong'an came back soon. The medicine he caught was as much as Luo qingluan said. After frying the medicine, Luo qingluan sat by the bed and fed Nalan night with spoonfuls. He paid attention to the situation of Nalan night. Nalan was dizzy and difficult to speak.

Luo qingluan was exhausted and yawned until dawn.