Cannon fodder prince, he is always pretending to be innocent

"Leave two warriors for me, and the rest go out. I want to detoxify the governor!" The military doctor named Qiu Dali yelled at everyone without looking up.

Song Qingchen thought for a while, in this situation, others can't count on it.Can only rely on him.Then he turned his head and got out of the handsome tent.

The person had already come out, but Qiu Dali's shout of "Governor, Governor" still echoed in his mind.He called him very kindly, and his temper was so bad, I think He Yuan treated him...should be quite tolerant.

He spoke with a strong local accent, as if he had followed He Yuan before.Thinking of this, Song Qingchen was inexplicably agitated.

Yu Cheng followed out, seeing that his complexion was not good, he said softly: "Let's rest in the subordinate's tent first."

Song Qingchen frowned, and asked in a low voice: "...Do you think he will die?"

Yu Cheng was stunned by the question, before he could answer, he heard Song Qingchen muttering to himself: "How could he die."

"This..." Yu Cheng choked, only thinking that Song Qingchen was overworked, so he teased: "Master He is a blessed person, and a strong man will never die. Please rest assured, my lord."

However, Song Qingchen didn't buy it.His face darkened, and he glanced at Yu Cheng impolitely at the end of his eyes, and said displeasedly: "Feudal superstition!"

Yu Cheng couldn't understand what this meant for a while, so he had to stand by and accompany him.The sun baked him until he was sweating, he couldn't help but squinted his eyes, and peeked into the tent with his head.

Not only was Qiu Dali busy with his hands, he was holding something in his mouth, humming and commanding the two wrestlers, telling them to cooperate with each other.

Song Qingchen came back to his senses, and peeked inside, only to see balls of handkerchiefs lying on the ground, all stained with horrible black blood.It doesn't look like fresh blood just wiped from a person's body, but looks like dirty blood that has been drying for a long time.

Lead and mercury poisoning?

After thinking about it for a while, Song Qingchen only felt a pain in his head, he really didn't understand these things.He didn't have to understand

But now I can't stop blaming myself in my heart, why don't I understand this knowledge?Because I don't understand, I can only stand here stupidly.

Qiu Dali was very busy.From the corner of the eye, I saw them stretching their necks to look in, but they didn't say anything, and let them watch.There was a little smug look on his face.

After working for about an hour, Qiu Dali walked out of the tent as if he had fought a battle, hunched over in extreme exhaustion.

"Don't look, the governor can live!" He gave Yu Cheng a blank look, and said with difficulty.

As soon as he came out, he pointed at Song Qingchen and said viciously:

"You, you are so good at serving the governor! Serving people, can you? He is having a high fever. There is no ice cream in the camp for the time being. You change the veil every quarter of an hour and put it on his head and chest!"

Song Qingchen was so tired that he couldn't lift his eyes, but still nodded with all his strength, and let out an oh.He paused for a moment, then suddenly called Qiu Dali:

"Young Master Qiu," Song Qingchen bowed politely to him, "Thank you for saving me."

However, Qiu Dali didn't bother to thank him at all, and said coldly:

"I saved the governor, not you. It has nothing to do with you!"

Seeing his bad attitude, Yu Cheng's expression changed in surprise, and he was about to reconcile it, but was stopped by Song Qingchen's slanting stab.

Only Song Qingchen said with a smile:

"Mr. Qiu came all the way from northern Xinjiang. Are you still used to the food in Fengjing?"

Qiu Dali stopped and looked back at him, "Oh, you are not stupid, and you can still hear an accent. Don't get close to me, so you can take care of the governor!"

Qiu Dali's words were still stinging, but the hostility in his eyes dropped a lot.He glanced at Song Qingchen again, and said in a muffled voice:

"You little girl, you are beautiful, and you are not stupid." Then he forced himself over, pointed at Song Qingchen's nose and said loudly:

"But let me tell you, the governor has never cared about beautiful women, especially this one of yours! So don't mess with your thoughts! Also, you'd better not walk around in the camp! There are a lot of animals here, so you can ask for more blessings." !"

After finishing speaking, he hurried away with his small medicine box.

...Little boy?Song Qingchen thought sullenly.

Is Qiu Dali saying that he looks like a young man? !

But to Song Qingchen, the words "the governor does not care for beauty" sounded very comfortable.This is definitely the best sentence among Qiu Dali's many words.

Yu Cheng knew that Qiu Dali was He Yuan's confidant, so it was difficult for him to reprimand him for a while. Moreover, he was not the head of the East Daying Camp, so it was inconvenient to intervene.He could only apologize to Song Qingchen with a smile:

"My lord, he is really... My lord, please be patient. There are many people in the camp, and the fewer people who know the details, the better."

Song Qingchen pressed the center of his eyebrows: "It's okay, let him talk, as long as he can cure the disease. Get a basin of water first." After speaking, he opened the curtain and entered the tent.

They have carried He Yuan to the big bamboo couch, and the arrows have been pulled out.Several thick layers of gauze were wrapped around He Yuan's chest, and the bleeding seemed to have stopped, except for a small patch on the top, where some dark red oozes out.

The rest of the chest and abdomen were exposed, with all kinds of scars crisscrossing them.

This was Song Qingchen's first time watching it carefully during the day.Just looking at those scars, my body seemed to ache.He couldn't help touching himself, Juanmei's face twisted into a ball.

Song Qingchen leaned closer, stared at him, and whispered tentatively, "He Yuan?"

Of course, no response.

Song Qingchen frowned.He thought for a while, cleared his throat, imitated his fourth uncle Song Yu's accent, and asked in a low voice, "He Zilan?"

Still nothing happens.But this time Song Qingchen was very happy.

But in a second, he felt that his behavior seemed to be mentally ill.It may be bumpy on the horse for a long time, which makes people a little stupid.

There were occasional patrolling soldiers passing by outside. The weather was hot, and they dragged their spears on the ground, making some noises of rubbing against the sand.Then a hundred householders scolded them to cheer up, and the voice gradually disappeared.There were some unclear passwords in the distance, as if the battalion was changing shifts.

It was lively outside the handsome tent, but in the tent, only He Yuan's heavy breathing was there.Song Qingchen leaned over and listened, feeling a little relieved.

Not long after, Yu Cheng personally brought a basin of water.Song Qingchen only asked him to put it on a small table not far away, and let him go out.

But Yu Cheng didn't go out immediately, turned around and said to him: "My lord, there are special soldiers in the camp, so you don't have to bow down to serve Mr. He."

Song Qing was taken aback for a moment, and said casually: "He did it to save me, I... I will return his favor."

Yu Cheng nodded, and went out with a vague understanding.

When the Golden Crow fell to the west, the afterglow shone on the camp tent, and Yu Cheng brought dinner over early.It's just that Yu Cheng seemed to have something to say, he hesitated for a long time, but he didn't make it clear.

Song Qingchen was terribly sleepy, and had already taken a nap several times lying on the bamboo couch in the afternoon, and now he was very restless, and said to him:

"Speak straight!"

Yu Cheng seemed to be unable to speak, his face turned red in the end, and finally said: "Doctor Qiu said, I told you...to give him water."

What happened to the water?

Song Qingchen glanced at Yu Cheng suspiciously.

...he knows!He knew why Yu Cheng stuttered so much!

The current He Yuan can't realize...self!host!swallow!pharynx!Could it be, maybe...to ask him to feed him water!In that unharmonious way? !A bunch of images had already appeared in Song Qingchen's mind, but his face was calm.

Is there any way to invent a set of infusion equipment immediately?Prevent dehydration in patients?

Song Qingchen thought for a long time and came to a conclusion - no.

Moreover, this operation has high requirements for hygiene. He believes that in this simple tent, the aseptic standard cannot be met at all.Sterile normal saline can't be achieved either.Difficulty is too high, give up.

However, Yu Cheng gave the second option: "Doctor Qiu said... If you don't know how to do it, he will find someone who can come over, so as not to delay you."

"What?!" Song Qingchen stood up and refused sharply, "No!"

Yu Cheng looked at him in a daze, and said in a low voice: "This subordinate will know it, but..." Yu Cheng paused, his eyes were full of desire to survive, he obviously didn't want to provoke the Tai Sui on the bed, "I'm afraid Mr. , I can’t forgive my subordinates. If he gets angry, I’m afraid it won’t be good for his recovery..."

Song Qingchen looked at Yu Cheng with a strange expression - he couldn't imagine what it would be like if Yu Cheng did this.And what will happen if He Yuan finds out about this after he wakes up.

"If it's Doctor Qiu, maybe it can." Yu Cheng nodded thoughtfully.

How could he, Qiu Dali, do it? !

Song Qingchen remained silent, pacing restlessly in the tent.He couldn't help thinking about his infusion system again.

After thinking for a while, I finally gave up again.

He stopped in his tracks and said casually: "Why is this so difficult? Don't bother Dr. Qiu. Just bring water."

Yu Cheng still didn't quite understand the relationship between him and He Yuan, so he asked uneasily: "Then after Master He wakes up..."

"This king reluctantly sacrificed his life to save a little Marquis of Dingyuan, how dare he say 'no'?" Song Qingchen put his hands behind his back, and his tone was very firm, beyond doubt.

Yu Cheng raised his eyes secretly, and a look of surprise flashed across his face.He put the water down, made a bow, and retreated.

When the curtain was drawn down, Song Qingchen turned around and sat on the small stool, staring at the bowl of water on the table, feeling sad all by himself.

He admitted that he didn't have any work to feed the water.But when I think of other people coming to do this, I feel especially uncomfortable.Suddenly Song Qingchen thought endlessly: Has He Yuan been injured like this before?Was there someone to look after him at that time?

Song Qingchen didn't take a bite of the food on the table, not because he disliked the cheapness of these things, but because he really didn't have the heart to eat.

After hesitating for a while, he picked up the bowl of water and walked slowly to the side of the bamboo couch.On the way, I brought a small stool, which is convenient for a temporary bowl.

He looked down and found that He Yuan's face was still pale, the same color as the curtain at the door...

Perhaps due to a lot of blood loss, dry skin appeared on his lips.But his brows and eyes were stretched, and there was no look of pain, giving people the illusion that he was just asleep.

Song Qingchen put his forearm under his neck, trying to help him up.Only now did I realize that it was really dead!I was tired today, but now I suddenly feel a little dizzy.He fixed his body, straightened He Yuan a bit, grabbed the pillow and placed it behind his back.

He Yuan let himself be manipulated, his head drooping powerlessly.His hair was in a loose bun, and his hair fell over his shoulders, covering his mouth.Yingyi's bridge of nose protrudes outside, and there should be a pair of piercing falcon eyes to match it.

However, at this moment, he closed his eyes relaxedly, with a low eyebrow and a pleasing look.

It was rare to see him so obedient, Song Qingchen took a few greedy glances.Then, like playing with a puppet, he tidied his hair a little.Finally, he picked up the bowl of water and took a sip hesitantly.