The system takes the poor cub to find his father

Wang Fu watched Wang An, who had greeted him with a smile in the morning,

At this moment, he looked as if he had just been fished out of a pool of blood. His body was soaked in blood, his face was as white as the first snow in winter, without any blood color, and the whole person was like a fragile fallen leaf, crumbling.

Wang Fu's mind went blank and he was at a loss. He shouted in panic, "Your Highness! Please save him!"

His eyes instantly turned red, and his misty eyes subconsciously looked at Ming Jiang for help.

In Wang Fu's heart, besides his master and Wang An, Ming Jiang is the person he cherishes the most.

At this moment, he was fully hoping that Ming Jiang could find a way to save Wang An.

Seeing this, Ming Jiang ran straight through the crowd towards Wang An without saying a word.

Then, he carefully stretched out his hand and gently placed it under Wang An's nose to feel his breath. When he felt that there was still a faint breath, Ming Jiang's frown relaxed a little.

A big stone in my heart finally fell to the ground temporarily.

As long as he was still breathing, Ming Jiang had the confidence to save him.

"Lay him down, don't move him." Ming Jiang looked at Wang An, who was covered in wounds in Wang Fu's arms, and ordered seriously.

Wang Fu received the order and carefully put Wang An down.

Ming Jiang had just used his spiritual power to carefully check Wang An's injuries. It seemed that all the bones in Wang An's body had been hit hard, and every bone was dislocated.

If someone hadn't used his true qi to protect his heart in time, Wang An would have died. However, even if Wang An had survived, as soon as he woke up, the severe pain from the dislocated bones would surely make him live a life worse than death.

Fortunately, Wang An is still in a coma and cannot feel the piercing pain for the time being.

The most important thing at the moment is to correct Wang An's dislocated bones one by one before he wakes up. This is undoubtedly a difficult task for a young child like Ming Jiang.

Although he was able to use his spiritual power to accurately find every dislocated bone, he was just a child after all, with limited physical strength. It was a huge burden for him to complete such a complicated bone-setting work.

Therefore, he urgently needed someone who could fully understand his intentions and could accurately follow his instructions to help him. Thinking of this, Ming Jiang's eyes for help involuntarily turned to Ming Yunqi who was standing behind him.

When Ming Yunqi saw the shocking injuries on Wang An's body, his eyes tightened instantly, and then became extremely sharp, like two cold blades, making people shudder.

This house in Qingzhou City is located in a very remote area, with no human habitation around it and no neighbors.

After Ming Youlin worked hard and earned his first pot of gold, he gradually renovated the dilapidated thatched house into what it is today. The family spent several years of warm time here.

When Ming Yunqi was five years old, they bought a house in the city center so that Ming Yunqi could receive a better education.

But who would have thought that later Ming Yunqi's parents died unexpectedly, and the house in the city center was occupied by Ming Youzong and became his private residence.

This old house has gradually been forgotten, and almost no one knows who its original owner was.

Now, Wang An was beaten to pieces and thrown into this yard. This was undoubtedly a naked provocation, which meant that this yard was always under the enemy's surveillance.

Since ascending the throne, Ming Yunqi had never suffered such a blatant provocation. The coldness in his eyes became more and more intense, as if it could freeze the air around him.

"Dad, can you do me a favor?" Ming Jiang looked at Ming Yunqi hopefully, his eyes full of anticipation.

Ming Yunqi nodded slightly, and just as he was about to ask, he saw Ming Jiang take out a small and exquisite porcelain bottle from his pocket. The liquid in the bottle was crystal clear, and under the light, it seemed to emit a mysterious fluorescence. Ming Jiang gently pinched Wang An's mouth open, forced him to open his mouth, and then carefully dripped a drop of medicine from the porcelain bottle and slowly put it into Wang An's mouth.

Ming Yunqi stared at the small porcelain bottle in Ming Jiang's hand, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He clearly remembered that he had personally checked Ming Jiang's clothes, so it was impossible for this medicine bottle to exist. However, Ming Yunqi did not intend to investigate further. He believed that when Ming Jiang felt the time was right, she would tell him everything.

In his heart, Ming Jiang is the child he trusts the most, and he firmly believes that Ming Jiang will not hide anything from him.

"Dad, I need these medicinal herbs. Please prepare them for me." Ming Jiang said as he quickly took out a piece of white rice paper from his arms. A stick-like object like charcoal appeared in his hand.

The charcoal pencil in his hand danced on the rice paper like flowing water, and the rustling sound was particularly clear in the quiet room. With just a few strokes, several lifelike plants appeared on the paper, as if they were about to jump out of the paper, vivid and alive.

Even if you know nothing about medicine, you can easily find the required medicinal materials by following the instructions in this painting. It is simply a fool-proof tutorial.

Ming Yunqi was secretly surprised when he saw this, but he did not ask any questions. He immediately turned around and ordered the leader of the secret guards beside him to get the medicine as quickly as possible.

The leader of the secret guards was filled with shame and self-blame. He had never thought that something so serious would happen right under his nose, and now he had even lost the person. This was a great shame for him.

He took the prescription and did not dare to delay for a moment, and immediately went to get the medicine. Although the names of the medicines were a little unfamiliar, with the pictures drawn by Ming Jiang as a guide, the herbs specified by Ming Jiang were soon delivered to him one by one.

At this time, in the courtyard of the house, a large pot was placed on a blazing firewood, and the water in the pot was gurgling and boiling. A man with his eyes closed and a face as pale as paper was lying quietly in the pot. That was Wang An. The hot steam from the pot lingered around him, making him look a little dazed, as if he was in an illusory dream.

"Commander, will the young prince's method work? Will it really not cook Eunuch Wang An to death?"

A young secret guard pointed at Wang An in the pot in the yard with a surprised look on his face and asked in a low voice. Upon hearing this, the secret guard leader frowned, glared at him unhappily, and scolded in a low voice:

"Shut up and do what you should do. If you have nothing to do, go find the guy who threw Eunuch Wang An in." The secret guard shrank his neck in fear and dared not speak again. He knew very well that if even the commander could not catch up with him, how could ordinary secret guards like them catch up?

However, it is not difficult to find someone with better Qinggong than the commander, but those famous masters never participate in the struggle in the court. Who broke the rules they tacitly agreed to? A trace of indifference flashed across the eyes of the dark guard commander, and he secretly vowed to find out the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Gurgle, gurgle", the big pot in the yard kept making gurgling sounds, and the water in the pot rolled even more violently.

Wang An lay quietly in the pot, his whole body covered with a layer of fine sweat beads from the steam. The bean-sized sweat beads slowly slid down his cheeks, fell drop by drop into the brown water, and disappeared in an instant.

Ming Jiang was held tightly in Ming Yunqi's arms. He kept his eyes fixed on the changes in Wang An in the pot, with a serious look on his face.

Wang Fu on the side also clenched his hands tightly, frowned, and looked at Wang An in the pot with a worried look, silently praying in his heart that he would be safe.