After I died, the scumbag prince cried down the city wall

Chapter 245 Killing Two Eagles with One Arrow

"Can this man be saved? He looks very dangerous."

Su Yue was very worried.

"Although my life is in danger, I am not yet exhausted."

Cui Rong hesitated for a moment, then said decisively, "Let's take him to the carriage."

"Hey? Want to take him back with you?"

"We can only leave it to fate if we stay here. His injuries are too severe. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Upon hearing this, Shitou acted quickly, called two men, and together they lifted the seriously injured man onto the trunk of the truck loaded with cargo.

When they returned to Yanjing City, it was getting dark. Shitou found a stretcher and carefully sent the seriously injured man to the treatment room on the first floor of the pharmacy.

Cui Rongrong washed her hands, carefully untied the bandages, and began to treat the hideous wounds.

"This wound looks like it was caused by a sword? Did he encounter bandits?"

"It is very likely. This person is dressed in gorgeous clothes and should be from a wealthy family. He was probably robbed on his way to Beijing."

Cui Rongrong used alcohol to disinfect it. The man groaned in pain, opened his eyes in a trance, and quickly closed them again due to weakness.

"Hold him steady."

The two guys immediately pinned him down on the bed.

Cui Rong moved skillfully. She stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth to prevent him from being bitten, and then used a dagger that had been sterilized by fire to carefully cut out the necrotic tissue.

The man trembled with pain all over, clenched his teeth and refused to make a sound.

Cui Rongrong whispered as she operated: "Fortunately, he is the son of a wealthy family. When he wakes up, we can ask him to write a letter and his family will send the medical fee. Naturally, our medical expenses will also increase accordingly."

Shitou heard the voice and echoed: "That's right, this is very important. The young lady saved someone's life, so it's reasonable to ask for three to five hundred taels of silver!"

That bloodless face, like a withered leaf in winter, forced itself to hold on to its last bit of strength and slowly opened its heavy eyes. All that came into view was a hazy and blurred figure.

The severe pain came like thousands of needles, instantly tearing at his consciousness. The face in his memory became blurred, as if covered by a thick fog.

However, in this trance and chaos, he vaguely noticed the moment the other party raised his eyes. The calmness in those almond-shaped eyes was like the still water in a deep pool, but with a hint of imperceptible coolness that penetrated his heart and brought a strange comfort.

Half an hour passed quietly, and with Cui Rongrong's meticulous care, the eight or nine hideous marks on his body left by the blade were gradually properly healed.

Among the countless knife wounds, the one near the heart was the most fatal. If it was a little bit off, his soul would have drifted to the banks of the Styx and would not be able to return to the human world.

"Take care of him. I'll bring him medicine in a minute."

Cui Rongrong's voice was clear and firm. Then, she carefully washed her hands in a small basin beside her, washing away the blood on her fingertips, as if she was also washing away the tension and heaviness of being on the verge of life and death.

The words of command fell softly into the ears of Shi Tou who was following beside him, simple and direct.

"okay."

Shitou responded in a simple and honest manner, his eyes revealing his trust and reliance on Cui Rongrong.

The man seemed to have sunk into an endless dream, and only gradually woke up from his slumber after a day and a night.

The morning light coming through the window gently falls on his face, which is still as pale as paper. His lips, without the slightest bit of blood, are in sharp contrast to the tranquility of the surroundings. Only his eyes, flashing with a sharp and tenacious light, seem to speak of his persistence and indomitable spirit in life.

"you're awake?"

Cui Rongrong's gentle voice was like a spring breeze. She gently placed the bowl of warm medicine on the bedside, and her delicate concern was conveyed silently.

"You saved me?"

The man's voice was weak, as if he was barely squeezing out gratitude from the deepest part of his throat.

"Yes, when I saw you, you were lying in the wilderness covered in blood, so I decided to bring you back to the capital. Your injuries are very serious, and you must not move around at will at this time. Do you need me to send a letter to your family to inform them of your situation and ask them to come and pick you up?"

Cui Rongrong's words revealed concern and consideration.

The man nodded slightly, a grateful smile appeared on his pale face, "Thank you Miss, I came to the capital to visit my relatives, but I was attacked by bandits on the way. I do have relatives in the capital."

"That's great, could you tell me which store it is? I can send someone to pass on the message."

Cui Rong asked.

"Zhang's Embroidery Workshop."

The man answered briefly, but his tone was somewhat obscure and heavy.

"May I ask your surname?"

A hint of curiosity and inquiry flashed across Cui Rong's eyes.

The man looked at Cui Rong with deep eyes, as if he was weighing something. After a moment, he slowly said, "My name is Li Jingzhao."

Then, Cui Rongrong quickly made arrangements and told Shitou: "There is no time to lose. You should set off now without delaying for a moment."

"understand!"

After receiving the order, Shitou rushed out of the door as agile as a cheetah, leaving behind only a lightning-fast figure.

Cui Rongrong stayed where she was and whispered the truth: "When we found you, your life was hanging by a thread. We took great pains to snatch you back from the scythe of the god of death. The precious elixirs and rare herbs we used during the process are not easy to come by."

The man stared into Cui Rongrong's clear eyes, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. That smile contained endless gratitude and promises: "Miss, I, Li Jingzhao, will remember your life-saving grace in my heart and will repay you generously."

After hearing this, Cui Rong felt a warm current in her heart. Her smile was as warm and bright as the spring sunshine. She gently handed the medicine bowl in her hand to him and said, "Then you should have a good rest and focus on recuperating."

Not long after, less than half an hour, the owner of Zhang's Embroidery Workshop arrived here in a hurry, looking exhausted, with anxiety in his eyes.

"I heard that my young master is here?"

The concern and urgency were evident in his words.

Cui Rongrong was busy in the main hall. Hearing this, she nodded and pointed to the side: "It's in the guest room on the left. Please go directly over and check it out."

"Thank you very much!"

Boss Zhang thanked him immediately and strode towards the guest room. The moment he opened the door, he saw the frail figure on the bed. He was so excited that he almost knelt down to pay his respects, but he was afraid of disturbing the person on the bed. He could only suppress his emotions and whispered in a low voice, "How could Your Highness suffer such a heavy blow during his trip to Western Zhou?!"

Li Jingzhao glanced at the closed door and said in a low voice: "It may be a conspiracy of the Beiliang people. They intend to use the Xizhou to get rid of me and kill two birds with one stone. You need to send someone to investigate secretly. They didn't find my body, so they may still be lurking nearby."

"I obey my orders!"

Boss Zhang looked solemn.

After a moment's hesitation, he said, "But I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for Your Highness to stay here..."