This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

The prince and his party went to the gate of the city.

Uda went to negotiate the paperwork.

The prince was bored, so he took out a book from the grid next to the cushion.

As soon as I opened the first page, I heard the sound of "Duoduo" ringing the carriage.

He casually asked, "What's the matter?"

"Your Highness!" The people outside said eagerly: "The chief steward invites you to go to the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice!"

The prince made a move.

The person outside hurriedly said: "King Li presides over the case of the imperial concubine's doctor, and the sentence has already been served!"

Ministry of Punishment.

A scream of extreme pain was muffled in his throat, Song Chunjing took a deep breath, swallowed it until his dantian held his breath, gritted his teeth and endured it forcefully!

Everyone only felt tinnitus for a moment, and they all dared not look directly.

The sound of "snap" fell, and then I opened my eyes to see——

Flesh and blood splattered in all directions in an instant!

Song Chunjing closed his eyes.

His clean face was suddenly pale.

The binding rope restrained his movements, and could not control his trembling hands.

King Li nodded in satisfaction, "Are you recruiting?"

he asked leisurely.

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, and let out two coughs.

The imperial physicians present were all experts, and they could immediately tell what the signs were.

Liu Zixian raised his head and said worriedly: "Your Majesty! Physician Song just held his breath and endured it, but his blood has reached his lungs, and he has already hurt his internal organs!"

King Li looked at him in surprise.

"A loyal man!" He praised Liu Zixian.

Then he waved his hand and glanced at the guards standing around.

The guard stepped forward, stretched out his hand and slapped him twice, knocking him to the ground.

King Li turned his head and continued to look at Song Chunjing, saying, "You still refuse to explain?"

The color of Song Chunjing's lips faded visible to the naked eye, and he said in a hoarse voice:

"At that time, the emperor had an accident first, and the officials rushed to rescue him, and then the concubine Shu had an accident, and the maid also called for someone..."

He stared at King Li, tried his best to be patient, and slowly said: "The emperor and the concubine had an accident together, so naturally he should take care of the emperor first. The empress is not in danger, and she wants to go down to rescue the concubine, but the concubine suddenly heard that the concubine was pregnant. The accident has already caused the blood to sink. A woman has always stepped into the gate of hell when giving birth. Bleeding is a one-in-ten-thousand chance of survival. She had already started to bleed at that time, and she couldn't stop it no matter what. The next official agrees Imperial doctor, no matter how hard you try, you can't recover..."

"A lower official must want to save a living human life, otherwise how can I bear it?" He asked rhetorically.

A pair of hanging pot to help the world, the appearance of being selfless.

King Li let out a long "hmm".

"Physician Xu is also here, and he can testify for the lower officials." Song Chunjing reminded again.

After saying a few words, he leaned against the wooden stake behind him as if exhausted, and closed his eyes in pain.

The eyebrows are full of patience.

Beside him, his fingertips were still dripping blood.

The scene was brutal and appalling.

King Li nodded after listening.

But he was unmoved in his heart, and said densely:

"Where's Dr. Xu? How should I say it?"

Xu Zhuo was almost frightened, he was shocked when he heard the words, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, he was trembling and speechless.

Li Wang Youran sighed, and sneered at Song Chunjing: "Tough mouth."

"Continue." He nodded the execution guard with his chin.

With a sullen face and fierce eyes, the ruthless execution guard picked up three leather ropes at a time, squeezed them into one strand, and pulled them back high——

Everyone couldn't bear to look any longer, and all turned their heads.

Song Chunjing raised his eyes and stared hard at the leather rope.

The guard's hands reached the highest point, and they were about to let go. At the very moment——

"and many more!"

Song Chunjing's pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly shouted.

The execution guard paused and glanced at King Li hesitantly.

This one glance gave Song Chunjing a moment to say, "My lord, can I change my hand?"

King Li frowned.

Song Chunjing gritted his teeth, and actually smiled at this critical moment.

"My hands are life-saving hands." He said.

King Li was already extremely impatient.

Xindao: What I want is your hands for diagnosing the pulse and saving lives!

"I have something in my hand." Song Chunjing said before he could speak.

King Li hesitated, his heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "...what?"

Layers of cold sweat poured out of Song Chunjing's forehead, and his face was as white as jade, as if it had just been washed by rain.

This abjection did not affect his composure in the slightest.

The corners of the eyes and the eyebrows are slightly raised, and the corners of the mouth are also raised:

"Back then, the emperor brought the crown prince on his own expedition, and I accompanied him around. The crown prince was injured in the war and fell unconscious. He had to use needles to force out the blood. However, the battlefield was chaotic and bumpy, so I was afraid that there was a shortage of manpower at that time. There was no one to hand the needle, and I was afraid of delaying my work, so I took the needle through the flesh, and ran all the way to the emperor's tent holding a glass bottle of boiling water..."

"At a critical moment, the prince was saved."

"This hand is exactly the hand with the needle back then," he panted, and said with a smile: "If the prince doesn't believe it, you can go up and check, the thirteen needle holes on the wrist are from that year."

"Afterwards, the queen rewarded me for my loyalty and gave me a set of golden needles. The needles are still kept at home at this moment, and they have been scrubbed on the fifteenth day of every month without falling dust."

He seemed in excruciating pain.

He paused for a while, resisted, and then said: "This scar is left for the emperor's prince, and it is also the honor of the lower official. If the prince is ruined, the lower official will feel... really disturbed."

King Li came today with the intention of taking his life no matter what.

Now he hesitated.

He threw out his old favor, and he probably knew that he was doomed.

This kindness can be said to be big or big, but it can be regarded as a matter of duty.

Usually, if it is only mentioned, it will inevitably be suspected of being ostentatious.

Speaking of it now, it seems that King Li deliberately found fault with the emperor.

King Li cleared his throat, "Why haven't I heard of this matter?"

Song Chunjing tilted his head and coughed a few more times.

"Back then, the emperor's imperial conquest was so brave, didn't the prince know about it?"

"..."

Can you say you don't know?

I don't know about such a big event, and if it reaches the emperor's ears, it may be said that he deliberately forgot.

King Li wanted to kill him immediately.

"Brother Huang is unparalleled in bravery, of course I know, this king refers to your heroic deeds of piercing flesh and needles."

Song Chunjing suddenly realized, "My lord is talking about this!"

"Although not many people know about it, it's absolutely true." He was loyal and extremely respectful and said, "I don't dare to talk about it on weekdays, and live up to the emperor's kindness."

King Li: "..."

Song Chunjing let out an "ah" and was very helpless: "If the prince doesn't believe it, you can come and see it."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to be afraid that King Li would not look at it, and he said something like 'one who doesn't know is innocent', he raised his head and looked around casually, "If you don't believe me, colleagues, you can also go forward and check."

No one dared to move.

King Li knew that once he saw it, it would be very difficult to handle.

And what Song Chunjing said was certain, even a few needles were clear, and it was probably true.

At this moment, He Houcong saluted King Li, and hurriedly crawled to Song Chunjing's side.

King Li has not had time to stop him in the future.

He Houcong was already lying on the ground, facing up to the sky, staring at Song Chunjing's clasped wrist.

The blood was red under the wrist, and the minced meat gathered into blood drops, which kept falling down.

He broke out in cold sweat with a "shua".

Song Chunjing lowered his eyelids, his eyes were dark and dull, and he took a fixed look at him.

He Houcong was ready to plunge headlong into the prince's command, so he went all out.

Shouted: "My lord! Indeed there is!"

"What are you shouting about!" King Li scolded.

"Yes, yes..." He Houcong climbed out and retreated to his original position.

King Li's face turned black.

"Good, good, good."

He got three good ones in a row.

He gave He Houcong an angry look, with a very impatient look on his face, "Change! Change it for him! The other hand!"

Xindao, let me see what else you can do.

The execution guard pulled up the rubber band and put it down gently.

Carefully removed it.

tied to the other hand.

Yan Zhenzhen looked at the puddles of blood accumulated on the ground in horror.

King Li sneered, "Is there any problem with this hand?"

"Wait a minute," Song Chunjing said, "It won't work either."

"The lower officials practice medicine to save lives, and they rely on this hand to diagnose the pulse and catch the medicine." He said seriously: "This hand is in debt, and the young master of the general's mansion relies on it to learn medicine. , if you can’t teach it well, isn’t it against the king’s order?”

"... is going to be beheaded." He said sincerely.

Several people present knew the identity of the young master of the General's Mansion well.

Now, even the court judge who was kneeling on the ground looked at him in shock.

King Li naturally knew it too.

Song Chunjing glanced at the imperial decree that King Li put on the table, and asked, "The emperor's decree to the prince is called a decree, but isn't the decree given to the subordinate officials called a decree?"

"If the prince is not afraid of disobeying the emperor's order, it's fine to chop off the hand of the subordinate." He retracted his gaze and stared at the small puddle of blood accumulated in front of his eyes.

Is there anyone in the world who is not afraid?

King Li's face turned pale and pale.

He Houcong's heart fell back into his chest, feeling that his trip was in vain.

This Song imperial doctor is very brave and capable, and he doesn't need others to save him at all.

The veins on Li Wang's forehead popped straight up, and he stood up "scrambling", "Change the whip! Slap him!"

This old prince has been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger all the time, looking calm and sincere, at this moment he pointed at him furiously, completely disregarding the dignity of the nobleman and the face of the royal family, and roared:

"Smack me to death!!"

Hearing this, Song Chunjing stretched his intact hand hard.

It is not easy to whip people to death with a whip. Even if they are really whipped to death, King Li will inevitably get a reputation for harsh treatment of criminals, abuse of power, and tyrannical lynching.

Unseen by others, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The guard brought the whip.

The whip is also made of dried animal skins and twisted, which is heavy and strong.

Just looking at it makes people tremble.

The guard picked up the whip, rounded his arms, and swung it out with the wind——

"Snapped--"

There are echoes all around.

Yan Zhen tightly closed his eyes and turned his head to one side.

Then the tip of his nose moved slightly.

Suddenly opened his eyes.

Looking back, a person appeared at the end of the not-so-long passage.

This person appeared from the door, ignoring the kneeling of the guards.

He took a few strides in a hurry, and his robe was in the wind.

In a blink of an eye, it was in front of me.

"Your Highness!"

Yan Zhen yelled and almost cried aggrieved.

The prince jumped over him and kicked away the guard holding the whip!

Then he turned around and pulled out the sword that the guard had pinned to his waist.

A sword cry resounded through the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice.

"Thorn-"

The person who came was wearing the brocade-pattern ink boots of the best embroiderer who only showed one foot in March, and was wearing a dull, pitch-black cloak. The well-proportioned muscle lines propped up the clothes just right, and the profile of his face was ancient and unremarkable.

He only frowned slightly, revealing his emotions at the moment:

Ruthless, angry, and murderous.

Holding a long sword in his hand, he moved his wrist, and with one stroke of the sword, he pushed away the rope that bound Song Chunjing.

With horizontal eyebrows and sword eyes, as far as the line of sight is concerned, even the blood on the ground has not been missed.

The prince carefully looked at the blood-stained clothes on Song Chunjing's body, and carefully lifted him up.Facing the bloody welts on his body, he whispered, "I'm late."

After saying that, he straightened up and cast a condescending glance at King Li.

The murderous intent brewing in his eyes raged violently, causing everyone present to tremble.

With a slight movement of the prince's hand, he threw the sword casually, and with a sound of "呵", it stabbed steadily into the blood puddle on the ground, splashing a few traces of blood.

This blow seemed to have stabbed King Li's heart, he opened his mouth and stepped back a few steps until he asked the table to support his waist so that he could not collapse.