In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me! Chapter 110: His Life Has Been Saved

Soon, Rong Qinglei received the emperor’s decree and quickly go to the scene.

Known for his skillful dicine, he checked Rong Tieshan’s injuries and explained, "He used his back to take the bear’s full force, likely to protect soone. This caused his vital energy to reverse, failing to shield his lungs, resulting in these severe injuries. I... I am powerless."

Rong Qinglei’s words jolted Yue Mingxuan from his stunned state.

He had been injured to protect him.

How could he just stand by?

In the modern world, Yue Mingxuan had treated far more severe wounds, he could save Rong Tieshan from the edge of death.

With this resolve, Yue Mingxuan stepped forward and knelt down, he then speaking to the emperor with urgency, "Your Majesty, I beg your permission to treat Prince Rong."

Rong Qinglei turned stiffly at the sound of Yue Mingxuan’s voice as if struck by lightning.

This was the voice he had longed to hear countless nights.

No matter how many masks she wore, her voice remained the sa.

So her na truly was Yue Mingxuan.

He should have known long ago, how else could an ordinary dic appear in the heavily guarded palace?

How could she appear in splendid attire at the Flower God Festival?

Seeing the emperor remain silent, Yue Mingxuan grew anxious and added, "Your Majesty, give just a little more ti, and I will have a greater chance of saving Prince Rong. I humbly ask for your approval."

At that mont, Concubine Hua stirred from her unconscious state.

Hearing that Yue Mingxuan wished to treat Prince Yue, she ignored her own dignity and nearly tumbled to the ground in front of the emperor. "Your Majesty, I have never known this lowly person to have dical skills. She must be trying to kill my son! Please, Your Majesty, spare him! If my son dies, I... I will follow him in death!"

Concubine Hua’s appearance and manner had disappeared entirely; all that remained was a mother crushed by grief.

"Your Majesty, if I cannot be healed Prince Rong, I am willing to accompany him in death." Yue Mingxuan knelt down deeply, his words firm and resolute.

Hearing this, Concubine Keshun felt a sudden wave of unease.

As a strong competitor for her son, she naturally hoped that Rong Tieshan would not survive his injuries.

Yet, since Yue Mingxuan was willing to stake his own life on this, perhaps he did have a way to save him.

Realizing this, she then spoke, trying to block him.

"Prince Rong has suffered serious injuries. Treating him is no simple matter. Do not take your own life lightly," she added with heavy emphasis.

Yue Mingxuan once again knelt deeply, his voice unwavering: "Your Majesty, I beg you to allow to treat Prince Rong. Give him a chance."

Hearing this, the emperor finally made his decision. "If no one else can help, then you may try, Prince Yue. But rember your promise."

Yue Mingxuan quickly parted the crowd and moved in front of Rong Tieshan.

His face was pale from blood loss.

After directing the others to step aside, he instructed the experienced physicians to help turn Rong Tieshan over.

On Rong Tieshan’s back was a deep wound, one that seed to reach the bone.

The court doctors had managed to stop the bleeding, but the gash still lay open and grueso.

Yue Mingxuan examined the wound carefully and decided to begin suturing imdiately.

Rolling up the sleeves of his riding outfit, he exposed a portion of his fair arm.

He then instructed a nearby attendant: "Prepare an oil lamp, two clean basins, so boiling water, several clean cloths, two large sewing needles and a jar of strong liquor."

The attendant quickly gathered the items.

Yue Mingxuan first poured boiling water over the basins, then washed his hands with the liquor.

Pouring so into a basin, he soaked the cloths in it.

For this type of open wound, the greatest danger was tetanus or infection leading to sepsis, so sterilization was critical.

As soon as the alcohol-soaked cloth touched the wound, Rong Tieshan let out an involuntary groan.

Yue Mingxuan carefully removed any dirt and debris around the wound, he gritted his teeth and pressed the cloth firmly against the gash.

The sting of the alcohol briefly roused him from unconsciousness.

Unaware that they were now safe, he murmured a few words before fainting again.

Yue Mingxuan who heard them, felt tears instantly well up in his eyes.

He had said: "Yue Mingxuan... run."

Fearing that tears might fall on the wound and cause infection, Yue Mingxuan forced himself to hold them back.

Once the wound was thoroughly cleaned, he heated the needle over the fire, preparing to suture the gash.

The court doctors watched Yue Mingxuan’s unusual thods with worry but dared not speak.

He worked carefully while stitching the wound.

Each needle passing through Rong Tieshan’s skin caused him to flinch involuntarily.

After roughly half an hour, Yue Mingxuan completed the suturing.

He straightened his body, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then cleaned the stitched wound again with alcohol.

He instructed the physicians beside him, "Place a slice of ginseng under his tongue. Wipe his body every three hours. He may run a fever at night, in which case give him so cooling dicine."

The attendants followed his instructions and carefully moved Rong Tieshan to a nearby room.

Yue Mingxuan adjusted his clothes and followed him inside.

The royal hunting grounds were adjacent to a palace, and once Rong Tieshan was settled, the attendants withdrew, leaving Yue Mingxuan alone to watch over him.

Though his breathing was still weak, based on his experience, Yue Mingxuan could tell that Rong Tieshan was no longer in imdiate danger.

His life had been saved.

He exhaled deeply, leaning against the edge of the bed and feeling the weight of relief.

At that mont, the door opened and Shang Qinghua walked in.

Yue Mingxuan was slightly surprised to see him. "Prince Shang, did you co for ?"