Chapter 133： Close

The fierce bandit was so angry with the hot tea that he gave up the queen mother and desperately wanted to pull Yun Dai.

Seeing that the knife was about to fall on her head, Yun Dai did not dare to hide.

When she hid in this way, she exposed the queen mother.

If the queen mother dies, not only will she not survive, but Aunt Pan Yan'er will also not survive.

If she doesn't hide, she will die.

The court might still reward Aunt Pan and the others...

Although she had many thoughts, it was only a brief moment.

Clang!

An arrow flew over and hit the culprit's hand.

The culprit cried out and threw the long knife unconsciously.

The long knife slammed into the board next to it.

Yun Dai's scalp numb for a while.

If this is cut on her head...

She couldn't help but touched her neck, but her head was okay.

Jin Yiwei had already jumped over, grabbed the gangster, and hacked to death.

"The Empress Dowager!"

"Queen!"

"The emperor grandmother!"

Everyone gathered around the Queen Mother, confessing guilt, and caring.

Yun Dai sat down slowly, her legs already soft. I was sweating all over.

Yuzhu ran over from the other car, squeezed into the crowd and saw his master sitting alone in the corner, covered in blood. He was shocked, "Little master, you, you bleed a lot of blood! What is it hurting? ?"

Yun Dai's eyes turned black.

"Get out!" A voice rang in Yuzhu's ear.

Yuzhu looked up and saw His Royal Highness strode over, threw the bow casually, untied her cloak, wrapped Yun Dai, and hugged her.

"Come here for an imperial doctor!" He roared, holding Yun Dai into his car.

This time I accompanied the team with seven or eight doctors, mostly around the queen mother. Hearing the voice of the prince, a young doctor with little qualifications who couldn't get in his hands quickly followed with the medicine box.

Yun Dai lay dizzy, her eyes turned black, her body chilled, and she was still sleepy.

She knew it was a sign of excessive blood loss.

The imperial doctor knelt on the ground and said, "His Royal Highness, don't worry, we will use scissors to cut off the sleeves of the young master."

Zhao Yuanjing said with a sullen face: "When you find the scissors, the blood will run out!"

Wow!

The sleeves of Yundai's shirt were torn open directly by Zhao Yuanjing.

A lot of blood spilled on him.

The imperial doctor was a little ashamed, and quickly took gauze and tightly tied Yun Dai's arm to stop the bleeding before treating the wound.

The wound was scratched by a knife, and the incision was long and deep. Fortunately, the bone was not injured. The wound surface was fairly smooth, which was convenient for treatment.

The imperial doctor took out a small bottle of spirits from the medicine box and dipped it with cotton cloth to clean up the wound to prevent any dirt on the knife from getting onto the wound.

The strong wine was poured directly on the wound, and Yun Dai was trembling in pain.

Yuzhu's eyes were red, but he dared not cry.

Zhao Yuanjing knelt beside Yun Dai, held her hand, did not speak, but frowned.

"Move faster." He urged the doctor.

The doctor wiped off his sweat and speeded up his movements.

After cleaning up the wound, he said: "The wound is too deep and needs to be stitched up."

"Then stitch." Zhao Yuanjing said solemnly.

"Yes. It hurts a little bit, so let me bear it for a while." The doctor quickly took out the curved needle and mulberry thread, and sutured the wound up little by little.

The imperial doctor was extremely young and rarely did this kind of stitching. He was sweating, but his hands were steady.

Yun Dai felt a little numb now.

Mainly, it was too sour when the spirits were poured on the wound.

After stitching, the imperial doctor took out a small porcelain bottle, poured out light yellow powder, and applied it to the wound. He said in his mouth: "This is made by grinding cattail yellow powder and borneol. There is no unpleasant smell. Don't worry. The mulberry thread does not need to be removed."