Shao She held Shao Shuhuan and saw that he was wearing a moon-white robe, mostly stained with blood, his eyes slightly closed, his face pale, but his hands were trembling.

"Huan'er--" Shao She called out again.

Shao Shuhuan then opened his eyes slightly, looked at him, and his lips moved: "It hurts so much..."

Shao She hugged him hard, stood up and told someone, "Come on, call me doctor! Hurry!" Yao Hong and a few servants had already pressed the assassination servant tightly. The rope was trapped. After listening to Shao She's orders, he was busy running out without caring about answering.

"Take all the opera troupes and interrogate them later." Shao She ordered again.

"Yes!" Everyone was busy agreeing. Shao She looked at it. Although the scene began to be very chaotic, under Shao You's control, there was a family guarding the hospital to take down all the people in the opera troupe.

"How is Huan'er?" King An shook his body, like a ghost, and had already arrived at Shao She.

"I'm very injured!" Shao She held Shao Shuhuan and said with hatred.

"Send Huan'er back to the room first, and ask the doctor to see it." King An hurriedly said. As he spoke, all the servants had already carried Shao Shuhuan over, put Shao Shuhuan on it, and carried him to Qixiayuan. When Mianmian and Feifei saw that Shao Shuhuan was covered in blood, they were shocked and looked no more. They cried.

"Why are you crying?" King An cursed, "Where is that slave in Xing'er, why haven't you seen him?"

Shao She thought for a while and frowned, "When Huan'er said she was going out to have a drink, he was still waiting by his side. Why did he disappear when my eyes blinked?"

After hearing this, King An hurriedly ordered: "Go and look for it!"

After a moment, Dr. Zhang had already rushed over. Seeing Shao Shuhuan's appearance, he was also frightened and busy tearing open his clothes. He saw a sword wound more than two inches long under his left rib, and blood was still flowing out.

"Go to Qingshui!" Dr. Zhang shouted, "Why is it so hurt?" As he said that, a clever servant had already taken Qingshui and other things.

Dr. Zhang took the silver needles and successively squirted several times to seal the nearby bloodlines and stop the blood. Then he took the clean water and washed the wound. Suddenly, Shao Shuhuan hummed softly.

"What's wrong with Huan'er?" Shao She asked hurriedly.

"It hurts..." Shao Shuhuan's head was so painful that cold sweat came out, and he said to himself, "Damn, I won't just die like this, right? If I die, I wonder if I will go back? What did he do so righteously just now? How could Shao She be his biological father..." But thinking about it again, he didn't know what Shao She was about to the authentic Shao Shuhuan, but since he had inexplicably returned to this strange world, Shao She had never treated him badly.

Moreover, once Shao She was assassinated today, I am afraid that the good days of Shao's mansion will end as well. Although he did not understand what the emperor meant, it was obvious that Shao She had been a little too much power, and had reached the point where he attracted the emperor's suspicion.

Shao She died, and even with Shao You in the court, the Shao family could not be saved from dying...

Thinking of this, he not only sighed softly, closed his eyes, but only felt the pain of burning fire under his ribs, and sighed inwardly: "It would be fine if there was anesthetic." While he couldn't help but hold the bed sheet tightly. Suddenly, he felt someone holding his hand. When he opened his eyes, he saw Shao She sitting next to him, holding his hand, comforting him, "It's okay - Huan'er, it will be fine soon."

"I'm fine." Shao Shuhuan smiled reluctantly. In fact, he knew that he was fine. He was not seriously injured. The situation was urgent. In desperation, he infused the wine cup with Xuan Ji's internal strength, blocking the assassin's sword. The wine cup was extremely fragile and was broken by the sword energy, but the strength was greatly reduced, and he only stabbed the ribs under his ribs.

At the same time, the two chopsticks in Shao Shuhuan's hand had already shot into the assassin's eyes. The eyes were no more weak than anywhere else. Once they were pierced by the chopsticks, they might have penetrated their heads, forcing the assassin to return to the sword to protect himself.

Under such circumstances, he was not seriously injured, but the servant came out of nowhere and stabbed Shao She with a dagger.

In shock, Shao Shuhuan hugged Shao She and avoided it, pulling the wound, which made it worse.

Dr. Zhang suddenly said, "Who are you here to help him change his clothes? The blood in the wound has been cured. I have tied up the medicine and bandaged it."

Feifei and Mianmian were busy coming over, changing Shao Shuhuan's clothes quickly and packing them up. Shao Shuhuan felt extremely tired and closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

"Doctor Zhang, how about Huan'er's injury?" Shao She asked with a frown.

"It's not very heavy, but it's really dangerous and tight." Dr. Zhang said, walking slowly outside, and Shao She and King An were also busy following him.

"Fortunately, that sword was injured under the ribs. If it was a little bit tilted and hurt the heart, no one could save him." Dr. Zhang frowned.

"Don't talk so much nonsense - give me a correct word, how is he now?" King An asked impatiently.

Doctor Zhang looked at King An and bowed and said, "Your Majesty, don't bother, but... I don't know..."

"You don't know what you mean. It's important. You are a doctor. You don't know. Who knows?" After hearing this, King An couldn't help but feel angry and sneered, "If he has a few things, I'll kill you to bury you."

When Doctor Zhang heard this, his feet suddenly became weak, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Prince, please spare my life - the young master's wound seems to be wrong, it seems... it seems that there is poison on the sword, but it is not like the wolf and tiger poison, so the little one is really unable to grasp it."

When Shao She heard this, he became anxious and grabbed him from the ground and said angrily: "It seems to be poisonous? Can't you even see whether it is poisonous or not?"

"I really can't tell you..." Dr. Zhang said with a sad face, "Sir, even if you kill me now, I won't be able to do anything..."

"What should I do now?" Shao She was so anxious that the blue veins in her hand burst out, and she really wanted to strangle him to death.

"If it's okay within two hours... it's okay." Dr. Zhang stammered.

"What if something happens within two hours?" King An asked coldly.

"Young Master... I can't protect my life..." Doctor Zhang was sweating coldly, but he didn't dare to hide it, so he could only stammer.

"Are you not going to have any way?" Shao She said angrily, "What's the use of a doctor like you?"
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