The rebellious grandson of Emperor Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty: Please, Your Majesty, be called Cro

Chapter 140 The Second Time, Xuanwu Gate!

Li Xiang remained silent, enduring the intense shock in his heart, and clumsily stitched up the wound using the meager medical knowledge he had acquired in his previous life.

With each needle inserted, the wounded man's shoulder trembled slightly, and the remaining soldiers around him held their breath and stared, their expressions a mixture of shock and respect.

"Gunbu!" Li Xiang said.

Liu Zhi immediately handed over the linen.

Li Xiang pulled out layers of burlap and wrapped them tightly around the wound, pressing firmly to stop the bleeding. His eyes were fixed on the blood seeping through the burlap.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when the bleeding on the burlap stopped spreading.

"The bleeding has actually stopped!" someone exclaimed.

Just now, it wasn't that no one had tried to bandage this Imperial Guard soldier.

But this person's wound was truly too severe; no matter how it was bandaged, the bleeding couldn't be stopped. Before long, the bandages were soaked with blood, and blood continued to drip out.

Everyone thought the situation was hopeless. Even the person himself felt that he was beyond saving.

Unexpectedly, he was saved by His Highness the Imperial Grandson!

Li Xiang remained unmoved. After dealing with that person, he didn't stop but moved on to the other wounded. For shallow knife wounds, he simply washed them with water and, using his knowledge of first aid from later generations, used burlap as tourniquets and triangular bandages to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. For deep, long wounds with separated skin and flesh, he sutured and bandaged them using the same method. Cold sweat gradually beaded on his forehead, and his face remained pale, yet he continued to move.

Before long, the wounds of several seriously injured imperial guards were all treated properly, the bleeding gradually stopped, and everyone's rapid breathing calmed down considerably.

"This—Your Highness's divine skill!" Liu Zhi's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He looked at the wound, then at Li Xiang, whose forehead was covered in sweat.

As if unable to believe it, the person before him was actually that unreliable grandson of the emperor.

"————Thank you——————Your Highness, for your life————" The Imperial Guard whose wound had been stitched up by Li Xiang first, and who saw that the wound had stopped gushing blood, had a gleam in his eyes and thanked Li Xiang.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for saving our lives!" The other imperial guards, who had been waiting to die, also expressed their gratitude. Although their voices were weak, their eyes shone with light as they looked at Li Xiang.

"No need to thank me. Whether you live or die depends on your own fate." Li Xiang forced himself to wash his hands with clean water, enduring the lingering discomfort.

The medical conditions in the Tang Dynasty were too poor. If these wounded people were in later generations, they wouldn't even need to be hospitalized. They could just have a minor surgery and go back to what they were doing. But in this era, they would be sentenced to death.

Although I stitched them up, I could only clean the wound with water and couldn't even disinfect it—I could only say that I had done the most basic hemostasis. Whether they would get infected afterwards depended on their own luck.

—I absolutely cannot get hurt. In this Tang Dynasty, getting sick or injured, or even just bumping into something, could be fatal!

Li Xiang thought with lingering fear.

"Xiang'er—" Li Chengqian had somehow managed to get behind Li Xiang.

"When did you—learn such a skill?"

This skill is undoubtedly an extremely advanced medical technique. Li Chengqian had also read medical books in the palace and knew that the famous Sui Dynasty physician Chao Yuanfang's "Treatise on the Causes and Symptoms of Various Diseases" contained a description of threading needles.

However, even the Four Books and Five Classics of the Tang Dynasty are few in number, let alone medical books. Many doctors in Chang'an were unaware of this method of treating injuries. Treating injuries by suturing them was probably only known to renowned physicians of the time, such as the Medicine King Sun Daoist.

His son not only immediately came up with this ingenious art, but also meticulously cleaned the wound with wine and boiled the needle and thread in boiling water—some steps were even more detailed than those recorded in "Treatise on the Causes and Symptoms of Various Diseases".

It's as if they know more.

"It's like forcing a duck onto a shelf; it's like trying to revive a dead horse."

"If only we had alcohol for disinfection—" Li Xiang said helplessly.

Liu Zhi, Qiu Xinggong, and the others were secretly alarmed when they heard this.

Occasionally, military medics would use this method to suture wounds. But for knife and sword wounds, stopping the bleeding is only the first step.

Many wounded soldiers would have their bleeding temporarily stopped after being stitched up, but soon their wounds would ulcerate, they would develop a fever, and eventually die in agony.

This is the truly critical point. And judging from the words of this imperial grandson, could it be that he has another way to save these lives with a 100% guarantee?

The rescue didn't actually take much time; the fire that had spread from outside hadn't even been extinguished yet.

But Li Xiang, as the grandson of the emperor, bent down to treat the wound, completely dispelling the desolate atmosphere that had filled the courtyard.

The previously dejected guards of the Right Army Command looked at Li Xiang with respect, their earlier gloom completely dispelled.

Morale has been boosted.

Qiu Xinggong did not want to be associated with the deposed crown prince's faction, so he did not communicate with Li Chengqian at all just now.

But at this moment, looking at the way these surviving imperial guards looked at Li Xiang, and then at Li Xiang himself...

He suddenly said to Li Chengqian, "The eldest prince has a good son."

Li Chengqian glanced at him but didn't answer. His back, however, unconsciously straightened a little.

"I really don't know what evil spirit this guy has fallen for." Qiu Xinggong kicked Zheng Huai'an, who was tied up like a dumpling.

"Fortunately, someone arrived in time, and tonight's events have been settled."

More than twenty armored soldiers set fire to Longqing Ward and attacked and killed the imprisoned former crown prince. In Chang'an, a city that had enjoyed peace for more than ten years, this was an absolutely earth-shattering case.

As the Right General of the Golden Guard on duty tonight, he's bound to be punished by His Majesty.

Fortunately, the former crown prince did not actually die; otherwise, I fear that I and the brothers on duty tonight would have been dragged to our deaths by the enraged emperor.

Next, all that's needed is to hand over the mastermind behind the assassination of the former crown prince to His Majesty, and everything will be settled.

He had absolutely no interest in who this guy worked for or who was directing him. It was just another power struggle drama.

The Prince of Wei is at the height of his power and is also His Majesty's beloved son. Who knows if His Majesty might show favoritism and cover this up? He has no desire to get involved in the royal family's messy affairs.

Thinking this, and seeing that the fire was under control, Qiu Xinggong was about to order the Imperial Guards to retreat. But a fleeting glance revealed that the bandit leader was actually smiling.

"Hehehehe————"

"—You dog slave, what are you laughing at?" Qiu Xinggong frowned and kicked Zheng Huai'an over in displeasure.

"Hehe, hahaha, hahahaha!"

Zheng Huai'an had several teeth knocked out, his mouth was full of blood, and he rolled on the muddy ground, but he laughed even more heartily.

Blood mixed with muddy water in the courtyard soaked through his clothes, and he was wracked with excruciating pain from broken bones all over his body. Yet, there was no fear in his eyes, only an extremely sinister madness, as he raised his eyes and swept them over the people in the courtyard.

He first glanced at the calm-faced Li Chengqian, then at the frowning Li Xiang, and finally stared intently at the impatient Qiu Xinggong, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.

"Has the dust settled?"

"Do you really think that by guarding this villa and capturing me, everything will be fine and the trouble will be over?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent. But Zheng Huai'an pursed his lips and said nothing more.

Qiu Xinggong's face suddenly darkened. He strode forward, bent down, and gripped Zheng Huai'an's collar tightly. His fierce, military aura swept over him as he growled, "You damned bastard, playing tricks! Summon me now!"

He delivered a powerful punch to Zheng Huai'an's abdomen. Even though he was still wearing armor, Zheng Huai'an still coughed up blood.

But he bit his lip tightly, staring at Qiu Xinggong with a cold smile, and uttered not another word.

"You damned, wretched dog—" Qiu Xinggong narrowed his eyes, his expression growing increasingly impatient. Zheng Huai'an's words made him feel vaguely uneasy.

Li Xiang observed coldly, then suddenly remembered something and asked Qiu Xinggong, "General Qiu, are all the Imperial Guards patrolling the north city wall here tonight?"

"Hmm?" Qiu Xinggong was taken aback, and said, "When I saw the fire in Longqing Ward and the gate was blocked, I guessed that something had happened inside, so I summoned all the hundreds of Jinwu guards from the North City here—"

At this point, his expression suddenly changed. He looked at Li Xiang with utter horror.

"Does the grandson mean to lure the tiger away from the mountain?"

"Heh, I suppose so." Li Xiang curled his lip.

"I never imagined that fat bastard Li Tai would actually figure out the Xuanwu Sect's inheritance method."

He spoke with a mocking tone, looking towards the imperial city in the night.

"Xuanwu Gate—" Qiu Xinggong murmured unconsciously, then his expression suddenly changed drastically!

"Your Highness, a great fire has broken out in Longqing Ward. It seems that Deputy General Zheng has succeeded. All the night patrol guards on the streets have also rushed to Longqing Ward."

Yankangfang, the residence of the Prince of Wei.

King Li Tai of Wei sat high on his horse, which seemed to be struggling under the weight, its front hooves pawing the ground with difficulty.

"very good."

Li Taiqiang suppressed the complex emotions of excitement and fear in his heart and looked towards the imperial city to the north.

Under the deep darkness of night, only a faint outline of the imperial city remained.

It resembles a celestial palace that one can ascend to the heavens upon stepping into, or a ferocious beast eager to devour everything.

He closed his eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths. When he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was an ambition that no longer needed to be concealed, and an overwhelming desire for power!

"Open the gates! After tonight, you will be showered with riches and glory!"

The north gate of Yankangfang was wide open, and in the darkness of the night, the dull thud of hooves wrapped in cloth could be heard.

Three hundred riders headed straight for the imperial city!