Tell the lord, the princess has climbed the wall

Chapter 218
"Princess, what's the matter? What's the matter?" Probably because Zuo Mu's shout was too shrill, Nanny An also rushed over to check the situation sleepily.

But seeing the situation of Sima Cheng on the ground, Madam An was also shocked, "Grand...princess, what's wrong with your lord?"

"Mommy, I don't know. I really didn't mean it. I kicked him lightly just now, and then he fell down. That's it." Zuo Mu was completely frightened and cried.

"Princess, don't be afraid, Nanny is here." Seeing that Zuo Mu was so frightened, Nanny An calmed down, and immediately put on a posture of being strong as a mother,

"Princess, get up first, don't sit here all the time, it's cold on the ground, and the prince can't always lie on the ground, this old servant will find a way to get the prince to bed."

After being reminded by Nanny An, Zuo Mu just remembered that Sima Cheng was indeed still lying on the ground, so he stood up tremblingly and helped Nanny An lift Sima Cheng to the bed.

"Nurse, what should we do now?" Zuo Mu was really messed up, standing by the bed, and asked helplessly, "Sima Cheng's breathing seems to be getting weaker and weaker?"

Zuo Mu felt that this was the time when her mind was the least clear in two lifetimes.
Her heart was in a mess, she couldn't get out of the shocking secret she just discovered just now, she stood there stupidly, not knowing what to do next?
"Princess, don't be in a hurry. You sit here and rest. The old slave will fetch a basin of warm water to help the prince wipe off the blood stains. By the way, those pills you usually keep, the old slave remembers that the pink ones are not for blood." Is it for replenishing qi? Can you let the prince take one first?"

Zuo Mu was irrational, but Nanny An was surprisingly calm. While fetching water to wipe Sima Cheng, she suggested in a low voice.

"Oh, that's right, I still have the pills. How could I have forgotten about this?" Zuo Mu came to his senses, and quickly turned around to find the medicine bottle. After working in a hurry for a long time, he managed to stuff the two pills into Sima Cheng's mouth.

As soon as he took the pill, Taoist Wuji rushed back with A Li. The short time was completely beyond Zuo Mu's imagination.

After Taoist Wuji came in, he briefly checked Sima Cheng's condition, took a small bottle from his bosom, opened it, poured out the pills, and stuffed them into Sima Cheng's mouth skillfully.

"Oh, our princess has already fed the prince two of these qi-invigorating pills." Seeing that the small bottle was very similar to the one Zuo Mu took just now, Madam An hurriedly reminded her softly from the side.

"Oh," Daoist Wuji was startled, glanced at Zuo Mu, and silently put away the medicine bottle.

"Grandma, go and boil the medicine you prescribed last time, Ah Li, go get some hot water..." But soon, Taoist Wuji didn't delay too long, and quickly entered the state. The next step is to prepare for the treatment.

"Yes." Nanny An and A Li were extremely cooperative, and they couldn't get out without knocking.

Everyone left, only Zuo Mu was standing beside the bed stupidly, with a look of shock and fright.

"Concubine Kang, you are not also a doctor, please pick up your silver needle now, the cold poison of the prince is more domineering, the poor man needs your cooperation, let's do acupuncture for the prince together." Priest Wuji turned his eyes to look at Zuo Mu, asked in a cold voice.

"No, I can't. I'm so confused right now, I can't do it at all." Zuo Mu shrank back subconsciously, waved his hands and refused without thinking.

At this moment, Zuo Mu truly realized what it means for a doctor not to heal himself.

At this moment, Sima Cheng was just a relative in her eyes, and she couldn't treat him as an ordinary patient and concentrate on giving the injection.

"Why can't you? What is the bounden duty of a doctor?"

"Heal the wounded and save lives!
You can't mess yourself up just because this person has a close relationship with you.

In the eyes of our doctors, we must treat everyone equally, no matter who he is, whether he is a prince or aristocrat or a commoner,

He is just a patient, he needs your treatment now, not your pity and tears. "

Priest Wuji looked at Zuo Mu, and instead of the benevolent smile he saw when he stepped forward, he said sternly,

"Pick up your silver needle now, take out your doctor's state, and do acupuncture according to the method I said,"

Facing Taoist Wuji's stern words, Zuo Muru was slapped in the face, took two deep breaths, she managed to calm down, and said, "Okay then, how about I try?"

"It must be done! The patient has no chance, and the god of death will not give you time to try. We must compete with the god of death to get the person back."

Faced with Zuo Mu's concession, Priest Wuji seemed still dissatisfied, and continued to demand loudly,

"Pick up the needle now, and pierce the acupuncture points exactly as I said, you must do it."

"Yes, I can do it, I can do it." After Zuo Mu shouted a few times following the words of Taoist Wuji, his mind really calmed down a lot.

She picked up the needle resolutely, and under the guidance of Taoist Priest Wuji, she and Taoist Priest Wuji worked together.

Sure enough, after a few injections, about a stick of incense, Sima Cheng suddenly sat up and spit out a few big mouthfuls of black blood.

Although the person was not awake, he obviously calmed down, and his face gradually recovered a little blood.

"Okay, the prince is no longer in danger of his life." Taoist Wuji wiped the sweat from his forehead, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Sima Cheng was finally out of danger, Zuo Mu's heart finally fell, and the emotions he had been holding back were finally released. He threw himself on the bedside and hugged Sima Cheng, crying, "Sima Cheng, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. Blame me for not stopping you from drinking, blame me for accidentally making you fall again just now."

"Princess, don't say that, the prince's illness is not your fault at all,"

Faced with Zuo Mu's self-blame, Taoist Wuji glanced at A Li and Nanny Gui who came halfway, and said firmly,
"My lord was already suffering from cold and poison. His attack this time is because his mind has been unstable during this period of time, and he has been worrying too much. First, he lost his mind and reverted to it."

"You mean, his illness actually has nothing to do with my kick just now?" Zuo Mu was startled and asked in disbelief.

Zuo Mu is also a medical student, so she naturally knows that, more or less, Sima Cheng's severe attack this time must have something to do with that kick.

However, to her surprise, Taoist Wuji's denial was unequivocal.

"To be precise, it doesn't matter at all. Whether you kick him or not, he will get sick, and this will be the result."

Daoist Wuji stroked his beard, and seemed to have regained his usual amiability.

"It's just that he can't be allowed to drink alcohol in the future, he is prone to hallucinations and disturbs his mind when he is drunk.

Also, after he wakes up, he may lose the memory of the onset of the illness, so there is no need for everyone to deliberately mention it in front of him, so as not to cause him a psychological burden. "

(End of this chapter)