After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

Night is coming soon.

A heavy iron chain was heard along with a suppressed sound of pain.

Mu Xi crawled out from under the quilt and looked toward the cell door.

Two officers came in dragging a man covered in blood.

The man's snow-white shirt was beaten to a bloody mess.

He groaned in pain and let out a violent cough from his throat. Streams of blood foam uncontrollably gushed out of his mouth and flowed down the corners of his mouth, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

Looking at his lowered head and the bloodstains, Mu Xi broke out in a cold sweat, and a piercing pain instantly swept through her body. As a doctor, she understood how painful it was to be covered in bruises!

The man was roughly pushed into the cell diagonally opposite Mu Xi, where Mu Zili and others had been.

The moment his body hit the ground, there was a crisp sound of iron chains and a groan of pain.

The two officers watched the jailer lock the gate and said, "Watch out, don't let him die. The higher-ups said he'll have to be brought back for trial in two days."

"Yes, I understand," the jailer responded.

I saw the man lying on the ground with his head buried in the straw, motionless, as if he was dead.

Mu Xi stared at the cell diagonally opposite.

A quarter of an hour passed, then half an hour passed, and the man still didn't move.

Looking at the quiet tower ashes around her, Mu Xi felt a breath of death. She grabbed the gate and shouted, "Brother jailer, he seems to be dead. I can smell the stench of a corpse."

"Shut up, I'm sleeping!" A lion's roar came over.

After a while of silence, there was still no sound. Mu Xi's heart became agitated again, "Brother jailer, if he dies, you will be in trouble. He hasn't moved since he came in!"

Perhaps these words worked. Two jailers came over slowly with an oil lamp and a medicine box, opened the man's cell, came to the man, and kicked him twice. The man still did not respond. The jailer became anxious and quickly turned over the man's body. They found that he was terribly burned and the man was obviously unconscious.

"He has a high fever and is unconscious. This could burn him to death." Mu Xi emphasized again.

"Can you cure it?" The jailer looked at Mu Xi inquiringly.

"No, no, no," Mu Xi waved his hands quickly, "I just know how to look. In my family, there was a servant in the An Mansion who fainted due to a high fever. Later he went crazy and became an idiot!" He didn't want to cause trouble. What if he was involved in a murder lawsuit and was blamed for the murder? He was already covered in mud!

But what you fear will come true. The jailer dragged the man out, opened Muxi's cell door, stuffed the man in, threw down the medicine box, locked the cell door, and said, "Take care of him, don't let him die!" After saying that, the two turned around and left.

"No, what kind of thing are you doing? Shouldn't you see a doctor if you are sick?" Mu Xi growled in dissatisfaction.

"You'll be the only one asking questions after I die!" the jailer said in a threatening tone.

The footsteps gradually faded away. Mu Xi squatted down, turned around, grabbed the man's wrist and felt his pulse.

"If he really fainted due to high fever, if he continues to burn, he will either die or become a fool." After saying that, he took out a pair of gloves and a microscope from the space and put them on, turned on the searchlight on it, pulled down the man's pants, and pushed an antipyretic pill on his gluteus maximus.

He took out a syringe and two vials of anti-inflammatory medicine and mixed them with saline solution.

Wrap the man's wrist with a tourniquet, and the blood vessels on the back of his hand immediately stand out. Hold the needle tip and insert it at a 45-degree angle, push it into the blood vessel, and fix the needle with a glue. Hang the anti-inflammatory drug on the drip stand. With this antibiotic, I estimate that he will be well tomorrow.

After adjusting the flow rate in the medicine pot, Mu Xi took out a black cloth and wrapped it around the man's eyes. In case he woke up and got scared, and then discovered his shocking secret, wouldn't he become the target of public criticism?

The searchlight shone on the man's resolute profile. Mu Xi was stunned for a moment. This man had such a good bone structure. He had a straight nose and a square mouth. If it weren't for the dirty clothes, he would probably be a handsome man. How bad could such a man be? Why was he beaten to death?

After admiring it for a moment, he took out a set of surgical tools and a large center sheet, moved the man to the center sheet, and cut open the bloody shirt and pants that were stuck to his body.

When I saw the whip wounds of varying sizes all over his body, my heart tightened again.

None of these wounds were fatal. The only fatal thing was the arrow in the man's chest. It is said that these ancient arrows have barbs, which might hook the heart out. However, he has not died for so long, so it is obvious that his heart has not been injured.

He took out a set of surgical tools, used a scalpel to shave off the festering flesh on the chest, poured in disinfectant to clean the wound, and after a burst of white foam appeared on the wound, he rinsed it again and applied medicine.

After repeating this several times, when fresh flesh and blood was finally seen, he began to clean the arrowhead with the smallest tip of the knife.

In the dark cell, there was silence. A small beam of light shone on the man's muscular chest. The tip of a knife deftly moved the rotten flesh around the arrowhead, avoiding important blood vessels.

After some cautiousness, Mu Xi raised his head towards the square windows above his head and felt the cool breeze blowing in.

After resting for a while, he continued to dig out the arrowhead.

A quarter of an hour later,

The arrowhead finally came loose. He clamped it with tweezers and shook it. He clamped it out with force. The barb pierced out a piece of meat and blood gushed out again. Mu Xi's heart was at peace. He disinfected the wound again, cleaned it, applied medicine, sutured the wound with a leather stapler, opened the medicine box brought by the jailer, and wrapped it with a bandage.

In the same way, he treated the wounds on the man's limbs and back. He began to grope his legs with his hands, and when he touched the inside of his thighs, the man's eyes rolled.

"Fortunately, there are no fractures or joint dislocations."

After muttering something under his breath, Mu Xi spread his mattress on the ground, moved the man onto the mattress, unplugged the IV, threw all the knives into the alcohol box for disinfection, and threw all the medical waste into the space.

After checking that there were no omissions, he finally took out the food box sent by Mu Zili, took out the meat buns, and was thinking about how to get him to eat them. The man turned his head and said weakly, "Thank you!"

Mu Xi was stunned for a moment, looked towards the door, and found that there was still only a faint light. She quickly took off the black cloth on the man's head and said, "You are awake. Your body is so good. How long have you been awake?"

"I just woke up. Just now, I smelled the aroma of meat!" The man spoke intermittently, licked his cracked lips and opened his eyes.

When he met An Muxi's clear and lively almond-shaped eyes and straight nose, a blue light flashed in his eyes. When he saw himself lying naked on a mattress, the man coughed rapidly.

"Don't be anxious, drink some water first. These ten buns are all for you to eat." Mu Xi poured a bowl of water from the water bag and handed it to the man.

"Clothes, where are my clothes?"

Mu Xi finally reacted, glanced at the bloody clothes on the ground that were cut into pieces by her, and smiled sweetly.

"They are all cut. I have new clothes, clean ones." She pulled the bundle and took out a men's robe to cover the man, covering the key parts. Emma, ​​she just came through and actually saw the naked bodies of two different men, but it seemed that she didn't see them clearly because she was just busy cleaning the wound and pulling out the arrow.

The man gritted his teeth and tried hard to support his body to sit up, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Don't move. It's just putting on clothes. What's the big deal?" Mu Xi growled, his voice full of anger. "If the wound bursts, he will die. You guys are so hypocritical every day. Not only do you have three wives and four concubines in the yard, but you are so embarrassed to crawl from one bed to another."

She grumbled angrily as she put the robe on the man. Although it was a little short and the buttons on the shoulders couldn't be fastened, it was enough to cover his body.

With the protection of his robe, the man felt much more at ease. He turned sideways, picked up the bowl of water and started drinking, then picked up the buns and started eating them in big and small bites.

Listening to the sound of rapid swallowing, Mu Xi felt that he was quite pitiful. A tall and strong man was tortured like this.