Chapter 453: Scarring

Running fast and not caring about his injured body, he crawled in front of Ming Yue, tears rolling in his eyes, his fingers trembling slightly, and anxiously called her name: "Yue'er wake up, Yue'er wake up, Yue'er ......"

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The guards are dispatched as if they were facing a great enemy.

Ming Shiwan picked up Ming Yue, who had fainted on the ground, and said to the fast runner: "Young Master Cousin, go, go back to the room first." ā€

With that, he hugged Mingyue's small body and strode towards her courtyard.

Run fast and keep up.

The people under the Fuguo Mansion were also busy, and everyone looked nervous, praying one by one that the lord of the big county would be safe.

Otherwise, they really don't know what will greet them when Fuguo Gong and the eldest lady come back.

The palace people knew that they were in trouble, so they didn't dare to get angry at An Fei, but just persuaded: "Your Royal Highness Princess, let's go back to the palace quickly! If you don't go back, the Fuguo Mansion is only afraid that it will be difficult and blame you." ā€

"Princess Ben is not afraid. Anfei said.

Although she said words that she was not afraid, her expression was full of fear.

She couldn't forget the cold eyes of her little brother before leaving, she was really scared.

She didn't expect that she would push the little girl to the ground with just a gentle push.

It's better to be dead, and if you're dead, no one will rob her of her father's favor.

An Fei said: "Go back to the palace, quickly take this princess back to the palace." ā€

"Yes. At the same time, the palace people breathed a sigh of relief, and took advantage of the chaos of everyone in the Fuguo Mansion and no one commanded them, and quietly took Princess Anfei out of the Fuguo Mansion and went straight to the palace.

Ming Yue was carried into the room by Ming Million and placed on the small bed.

At this time, Xiao Ya, who was making a female celebrity, heard the wind, threw away the embroidery in her hand, and flew towards the small figure lying flat on the bed.

She was so frightened that she said, "What's the matter?

Ming 100,000 said: "I was pushed down by Princess Anfei." ā€

At this time, the doctor in the house carried a suitcase, was carried by two secret guards, and landed indoors.

Before the doctor could stand firm, he was pulled by the secret guard towards Mingyue on the bed.

The doctor raised his sleeve to wipe the cold sweat on his cheeks, and he said, "Hurry up and get a few basins of water, the old man needs to clean his hands and bandage the lord of the county." ā€

The maid hurriedly brought the prepared water.

The doctor cleaned his hands, wiped them dry, and first probed the pulse of the big county lord, he withdrew his hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "The pulse is thin and stable, and there is no injury inside." ā€

Ming 100,000 said: "Why did the big county lord faint?"

The doctor's hands kept moving, and he professionally cleaned the wound for Mingyue and applied medicine.

He frowned and said, "The wound on the forehead is deep, the bleeding can't be stopped, it's difficult to heal, and stitches are needed." ā€

He couldn't be the lord of the forehead, he first dealt with the injuries on his cheeks and hands for the big county lord, and waited for Ming 100,000 to make a decision.

Ming 100,000 himself is a subordinate, and there is no subordinate in this room, and there is no master who can take charge of things.

Stitches mean a scar on the forehead.

With scars, this is a disfiguring existence for girls.

They really can't do such a big thing.

Xiao Ya cried anxiously, and said distressedly: "Isn't it okay if you don't get stitches? ā€

The doctor was also embarrassed, he said: "Let's wait for the imperial doctor to come first! The other wounds, the old man has already dealt with properly, but the injury on the forehead, according to the old man's medical skills, I am afraid that he will not be able to stitch for the lord of the county." ā€

Ming Shiwan urged: "Is the imperial doctor here? ā€

After speaking, he said: "I will go to the Qing King's Mansion and report to the Qing King." ā€

He was about to go out when the door was pushed open, and the prince's hall stepped in.

A room of people knelt down and saluted: "See His Royal Highness the Prince." ā€

Mo Weiran waved his hand: "No courtesy." ā€

He stepped forward, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at his daughter's forehead wound that was slowly oozing blood, and his heart ached, and he asked the doctor, "How is the county lord's injury?"

"In this case, the wound needs to be stitched up. The doctor reported in fear.

"Someone. Mo Weiran pondered for a while and said, "Go to Zuo Xiang's Mansion to ask Doctor Li and tell him that Prince Ben owes him a favor and let him come over immediately." ā€

"Yes. "The Dark Guard takes the order and quickly exits.

Everyone in the room was terrified.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was too good to the Grand Commander! He actually wasted a favor and asked the Great Princess's Doctor Li to treat his wounds.

Mo Weiran raised his hand distressedly and touched his daughter's little cheek, and he asked, "How did Yue'er get hurt?"

"I didn't protect her well, and I was pushed down by Princess Anfei. "If you run fast, you blame yourself first, and then tell the truth.

"Anfei pushed her down?" Mo Weiran asked with a cold look in his eyes.

"Yes. Ran fast and said: "It's all my fault, Anfei asked me to play with her, I refused, saying that I hated her, she was stimulated, so she pushed Yue'er to it, I hurt Yue'er." ā€

"I don't blame you. Mo Weiran said.

Ming Shiwan said loudly: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, after the big county lord pushed him down, he has been unconscious. ā€

Mo Weiran said: "It's okay, Yue'er is faint and bleeding, and her body is fine, but the injury on her forehead is more tricky." ā€

My daughter has been sick with blood since she was a child, even if she changes her body, she can't change her habits in the depths of her soul.

Mo Weiran only felt that there was some pressure pressing him now.

The daughter is injured on the forehead, if there are stitches, it will inevitably leave a scar, but if there are no stitches, it will not heal, and it will also leave a scar.

If he has a scar, his daughter must be sad, and his wife must blame him for not protecting his daughter well.

As a father, he really hopes that his daughter's injuries can be transferred to him.

The doctor came and said the same thing as the doctor, that stitches were necessary to help the wound recover.

After waiting for a while, Doctor Li came, he entered the door and teased, "What are you doing with your brother's daughter so much? Just let His Royal Highness the King of Qing owe me a favor, why do you bother to give this favor yourself." ā€

"Yue'er is my daughter. Mo Weiran said: "Don't talk nonsense, clean your hands quickly, and help Yue'er see the injury." ā€

He waved his hand and said, "Everybody get out." ā€

"Yes. "None of the people in the room, including those who ran fast, were left behind, and they all drove out.

Only the house doctor was left to help Li Yihao.

After Li Yihao cleaned his hands, he checked Mingyue's injury, and he said, "How could such a young child be injured?

"It was a five-year-old who suddenly struck and pushed her down, and no one was paying attention, and this happened. Mo Weiran explained.

In the final analysis, it was because her daughter walked steadily, never fell, and did not let her subordinates follow her closely, so she was injured when she fell this time.

"The child is fighting!" Li Yihao said, then opened the medicine box, took out the tools, and said: "It is necessary to stitch, and there is a small gravel in the wound, the small gravel must be cleaned out, the wound is irregular, although it can stop the bleeding, but it is not easy to heal, and the scar left by no stitches will be bigger than that left by stitches." ā€