His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

The jailer looked around vigilantly to prevent anyone from passing by, as if letting out the wind.

This feeling made the jailer's face very tangled, and he didn't know why he risked his head to put people in.

I probably can’t bear to see such a little prince dying in a cell. After all, he also has a son of this size, and he will play coquettishly in his mother’s arms, but the prince who was born in the royal family has already lost her mother. Life is not guaranteed.

Thinking about it this way, the jailer felt better, and seeing the movement of Xisuo Suo coming from behind him, he couldn't help turning around and saw the girl tearing open his sleeves. He was a little anxious and said:" What are you doing? I just asked you to go in and see him. Come out as soon as you finish reading. Someone will come over soon!"

Han Fei raised her head, her face was terrifying, as if she was about to kill, especially her eyes, with a mysterious red light, she said word by word: "Give me some more time."

The jailer was shocked by those eyes, and he didn't dare to say a word, let alone refute it. At that moment, there was a feeling that the soul was strangulated.

The jailer turned around silently, wanting to cry without tears, so he had to continue to act as an outcast.

Han Fei exhausted her self-control and controlled her hands to be more stable. Her trembling would aggravate the child's pain.

His wound was too serious, and worse, because of the long-term untreated, the flesh and blood had been fused with the clothes, and it would be very painful to tear the clothes apart.

Han Fei couldn't help but said, "Che'er, it hurts to hold on a little bit, but you can hold it. I believe you."

Han Fei took a deep breath, tearing open his pants little by little, and the child in a coma was so painful that he convulsed.

The little body twitched all at once, and pain was written on her little face.

Han Fei was distressed, but she didn't dare to stop and slammed all the clothes away. This action also caused the originally condensed wound to be torn open again, and blood poured out.

Han Fei suddenly said, "I want water! Hurry up!"

When the jailer heard this, he was very depressed, but because of a ghost, he went to get a bowl of clean water.

Han Fei moistened clean water with a cloth strip, cleaned up the dirt on his knee little by little, and took out all the rubble.

Han Fei took out the dagger, which was specially given to her by Mang Ye because she was afraid that she would be in danger. She burned a few times on the candle with the dagger. Quandang disinfected it, and then put a piece of cloth into the child’s mouth. Prevent him from screaming.

The rotten meat on the knee must be cut off, otherwise the wound will remain inflamed.

Han Fei took a few deep breaths before she came to her heart, and cut off the rotten meat in one breath at the most stable speed.

The severe pain suddenly caused the child to scream and open his eyes to wake up, but the contents of his mouth blocked his scream, and he began to struggle desperately.

Han Fei was sweating profusely and said quickly: "Hold him down for me!"

The jailer hurriedly helped her hold down the child's struggle, and Han Fei quickly dug out the remaining rotten meat in one go.

Suddenly, bright red blood flowed out.

Stained the dirty ground red.

The child was already so painful that his nerves twitched, big tears fell, and the pupils of his eyes were unobstructed.

Han Fei was crying too. While crying, she threw away the dagger, and then quickly took out the formulated powder she had brought with her, and sprinkled it all at once, covering the big wound in the bowl. The blood stained the powder red, and Han Fei sprinkled a thick layer. This was the best hemostatic powder she had prepared.

After that, Han Fei began to wrap the child's wound with a strip of cloth that had been torn long ago. She wrapped it very hard to make the bones that went out to tie up, otherwise it would stick out in the future.

But this process is about to kill the child, he repeated between passing out of pain and waking up from pain.

In this process, even the jailer who was watching everything next to him and helping to hold down the child couldn’t bear to see it. He almost didn’t dare to see the tumbling scene. How could such a small child bear it? How painful!

Han Fei was relieved when she entangled the child's legs, and saw that she was sweating profusely, her face was pale, and she looked weak. This look was no better than the child's face.

This process consumed all Han Fei's strength, and her hands and feet were a little weak at this moment.

The child was already in a coma from the pain, but his breathing was still there, and Han Fei felt relieved a little.

The jailer released his hand and looked at Han Fei's appearance. He couldn't help saying: "You, how can you know so much?"

Han Fei shook her head, somewhat lacking the strength to speak.

The jailer said again: "You are very powerful, so he can survive?"

Han Fei was silent for a while and said, "I don't know."

This injury is too serious, even if she manages it now, the more important thing is the subsequent recovery and whether she will get inflammation.

Without better disinfection tools, it is the easiest way to cause inflammation, and once the inflammation occurs, the child's current physique simply cannot resist it.

The jailer looked at Han Fei and said, "You are going out, or you will be discovered."

Han Fei got up in embarrassment and almost fell. Her hands and feet were so soft that she could barely support her own body's tonnage.

Han Fei knew that the jailer had helped her a lot, and he couldn't do more, so she thanked her seriously and bowed.

The jailer sighed silently and said nothing.

When she was about to leave the cell, Han Fei heard a faint call from behind.

Very small, too light to be heard.

If it hadn't been for Han Fei who seemed to feel a sudden tremor, she might not have heard it.

She turned her head abruptly, clutching the railing with both hands, desperately trying to put her head in to hear more clearly.

She heard the child crying softly, lowly, like a little beast crying.

"Fat...chubby..."

"Fat...Where are you..."

"Fat...I hurt...it hurts..."

"Fat... mother is dead... you don't want me..."

"It hurts... don't fight... it hurts..."

The tears that Han Fei finally stopped falling down again. She cried and bent down and knelt on the ground. She desperately said: "Che'er, wait for me, I will bring you back, I will definitely bring you back!"

"Fat...why..."

"Fat... Don't betray me... Fat..."

The voice dropped a little bit until it finally disappeared.

Two lines of clear tears fell in the tightly closed eyes of the child.

Han Fei couldn't help it anymore, she covered her mouth and swallowed all her howlings. She knelt on the ground, her heart shattered.

The jailer stood aside, watching this scene, only sighing.

Han Fei finally knew why in later generations, Qin Che never wanted to say why his legs were injured.

She never thought that he couldn't stand up like this.

She hates, hates herself, and hates herself even more.