"His Royal Highness the Prince, it's better to hurry back to the palace with me and find a royal doctor to treat your injuries." ”

Although Mo Qianhan had already taken the pill to stop bleeding and build muscles, it was still far from enough.

I don't know how many prisoners have been whipped with the iron whip in this prison, and how many dirty blood stains have been stained on it, if the wound is not cleaned in time, it will definitely become inflamed and pus, and if it is delayed for a long time, it may cost its life.

"Hmm."

Mo Qianhan did not refuse.

It's just that before leaving, he still didn't forget to turn his head viciously and glared at Xiao Yuche.

It can be said that it is very grudgeful.

From the prison of the criminal department to the palace, the distance is not far.

Hurry up, the emperor's frame arrived in a quarter of an hour.

Mo Qianhan was sent to the most gorgeous hall, lying on the bed, and the most experienced chief imperial doctor in the Beilan Palace came to treat him.

After doing the treatment of anti-inflammatory, anti-rot, and medicine, the bandaging began.

"It hurts, you quack."

It's a pity that Mo Qianhan's face is not good-looking, and his temper is also short-tempered, so he raised his leg and kicked the chief imperial doctor who was quite old and white-bearded to the ground on the spot.

"What kind of medicine is this for Prince Ben? Damn it! It hurts like this! Is this the level of healing in your Beilan Kingdom? What a disappointment! ”

In the face of the angry roar of the prince of Zhongzhou, the people below were sincerely frightened and knelt on the ground.

Even Emperor Taishang Chu Wangzhong, as well as Emperor Yangou Chu Dumen, are no exception.

Both emperors knelt, who else in this room dared not kneel?

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is angry."

Emperor Taishang looked at this grandson of direct blood, flattering on his face, but sighing in his heart.

Wuxu's biological son, this personality, so arrogant, is the same as when his mother was young.

However, if you are too arrogant, you will not be a big deal.

I'm afraid the road to the throne in the future will be difficult.

Mo Qianhan's bearing, this qualification, to put it mildly, is still far worse than Mo Yan, the other son of the Emperor of Zhongzhou.

"Drag this imperial doctor down and kill him with a rod!" The Emperor gave an order, "Go and call an old imperial doctor to come over and treat His Royal Highness the Prince!" ”

Although his temperament and qualifications are not good, he is his own grandson!

No matter what, it's all to be protected.

Mo Yan Na is used for use; And Mo Qianhan should be spoiled.

"No need."

Mo Qianhan was irritable in his heart, and refused, "What good imperial doctor can you have in this small palace in the poor countryside." I haven't even been to Zhongzhou for the formal qualification certificate, so I can't stand it. ”

For a moment, the Emperor Taishang was extremely embarrassed.

He wanted to be petted.

But this grandson is inevitably too open-mouthed.

The Beilan Palace, which he has carefully operated for decades, is not so magnificent, but it is not to the level of "poor countryside".

Emperor Yangou's patience was not as good as that of Emperor Tai, and he raised his head suddenly: "Your Royal Highness the Prince, you-"

Emperor Taishang stretched out a hand in time, clamped Emperor Yangou's arm tightly like iron pincers, and warned: "Wu'er must not be presumptuous. ”

Emperor Yangou's arm hurts, as if it is about to break.

The pain was so painful that his face was covered in cold sweat.

He himself cultivated as a very weak chicken, but his father was a real master of the upper realm of the Purple Mansion Period.

This grasp can be imagined, how much effort was used.

Emperor Yangou immediately became honest and did not dare to speak again.