The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

"Well?" Liu noticed her husband's suspicious eyes, so she had to harden her head and say, "I said that once when I went out to play, I met an old man with medicinal stone, and I taught her some pharmacological skills!"

Song Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief: "I just learned some pharmacological skills. How can I exaggerate that I can save the prince? It's getting late. Go and have a rest

Song Qingqing insisted: "Dad, I swear, I can really deal with that wound. Anyway, no one has taken the job yet, right? Why don't you just let me try? "

There is a struggle on Song Qingshan's face. His daughter is only ten years old. Can she really succeed?

"Dad, if the prince's injuries continue to develop and die, you have also said that the whole song family will be affected at that time!" Song could not help reminding him.

Song Qingshan's forehead was full of tendons and clenched his fist.

Song can see that he is too nervous to be like this, but it also shows that his father cares about her, doesn't he?

"Dad! I'm sure I can. Can you just trust me once? " Fleshy little hand put in his big palm, let his heart seem to have been scalded.

He grasped her little hand, cold palm inside, unexpectedly is full of cold sweat.

"Well, Dad promised you!" Song Qingshan nodded heavily.

At night, song Qingshan raced with his little daughter on horseback on the night road. He didn't stop until he went over a hill and saw the barracks.

"Dad? What's the matter? " Song Qing, who was wrapped in his cloak, asked him in a low voice.

Song Qingshan patted her on the shoulder and said, "tilt, you still have time to regret it now!"

"I don't regret it!" Song Qing answered in a deep voice.

Her epilogue is blown away by the cold wind, which makes song Qingshan in a trance. Is this the voice of a ten-year-old? So cold, so calm.

"Dad, let's go!" Song Qing's urging voice came.

"Well!" Song Qingshan answered and went straight to Songshan camp.

Song Qingshan originally planned to take her to find his father. He should have known about such a big thing first. But when he came near the camp, he saw many people running back and forth with copper pots. The bright red water was shaking, which made people scared.

"What's going on?" He quickly grabbed a soldier and asked nervously.

"The prince's injury is serious again!" The man's face answered in horror.

"Go ahead, go ahead!" Song Qingshan firmly held her hand, directly into the camp.

The pungent smell of blood came with a stench, which made song Qingqing feel dizzy for a moment. But after a moment, her eyes began to shine, just like the prey saw the hunter. Her hands used to holding the scalpel began to move.

Why so many people? He was so seriously injured that he was surrounded by people. Is that for fear that he will die slowly?

"Get out! Everybody out Her crisp drink startled the public and the anxious song Shangshu.

He turned back with red eyes and saw the child in Song Qingshan's arms. His face changed greatly.

"How did you bring her?" Song Shangshu rushed in front of them and pushed them out.

"Dad! I'm here to heal your highness! " Song Qingshan said busily.

"She?" Song Shangshu's face is not clear.

Song Qingqing said coldly: "how can so many people in the house do? Too many bacteria will speed up the ulceration of his wound! "

Song Shangshu blinked repeatedly and asked hesitantly, "is she tilting?"

Song Qingshan was embarrassed by his reaction: "yes, Dad, she's just tilting!"

"What are you doing? When did you know about medicine? Are you out of your mind? " Song Shangshu said directly and mercilessly.

Song Qingshan frowned. He was the third in the family and the last one. He could only be a deputy commander in the barracks. It was not like that the eldest brother and the second brother all occupied an important position in the court, but he also had self-esteem, OK?

"Get out of here and get out of the way!" Song Shangshu said impatiently.

Song Qingshan didn't speak yet, but song Qingqing said with a small face: "the prince was completely killed by you people!"

"What are you talking about?" Song Shangshu suddenly changed color.

All the doctors around the prince turned back in sweat, and their faces were full of anger.

"Where is this yellow haired kid from?" Someone yelled.

Song Shangshu said with a smile: "children don't understand, everyone forgive me!"

With that, he went forward to pull Song Qing's hand.

However, song Qingqing directly broke away from his control and rushed into the innermost part. He saw a long cut on his strong back. His skin and flesh were rolling out, dripping with blood, and there was a stench coming out.

"That's how you treat patients?" Song Qingqing's eyes were almost red with anger, and the golden sore medicine poured on them had no hemostatic effect at this time.

"We..." questioned by a child, an old imperial doctor was pale and weak.

"Give me a sterilized knife, quick!" Song Qingshen urged the way.

"Yes I don't know why. Hearing her order, the old imperial doctor answered directly, and then turned to order the people below to prepare.

"Everybody push it out! Only the old imperial doctor is left to help Song said again.

The corner of the old imperial doctor's mouth smokes. Is he the chief physician of the holy medical Hall of the imperial court? Stay with this kid? Is there any mistake?

They were afraid to move and looked at her and the old doctor.

At this time, a weak and hoarse voice sounded: "you all go out! At her command

Song Qingqing wanted to see his face clearly, but because he turned his back to her, he couldn't see any of his expressions.

"Yes The crowd answered and then retreated.

Someone handed over a knife, and song took it and directly cleaned up the rotten meat on the wound.

Seeing that the rotten meat was scraped off layer by layer, the old doctor's eyes became bright gradually. His sharp knife technique was clean and sharp. The kid really had some real skills.

Song Shangshu naturally refused to leave. He was joking that his little granddaughter was left in it. Even if he was no longer in favor, he was also a member of the Song family. If there was a mistake, it would be great.

He didn't appreciate it at all. He said without raising his head: "except for the old imperial doctor, none of them will stay!"

Song Shangshu's face turned red and glared at her angrily.

The old imperial doctor went over and said, "Song Shangshu, go out, too! Wait outside for news

Song Shangshu naturally wanted to give the old imperial doctor face, had to say: "good! She's a child and she doesn't know what to do. You're more accommodating to her! "

The old doctor frowned. Is this really a child? Look at her way of holding the knife. She is even more calm than the doctors who have studied in his holy medical hall for several years.

The tent restored tranquility, but it also increased the pressure.

The prince's wound was very long, and it was very troublesome to deal with it. Coupled with the delay in diagnosis and treatment, the rotten meat inside began to flow out of the wound.