Damn! What's this?

Unable to help, Wei Chi raised his middle finger to the sky. God must have been unable to live with him. He lived a good life in modern times and made him travel through time. His life had just passed a little better. Ya was having such an unlucky thing that made him encounter. Did you want to make a fuss to death?

When Wei Chi cursed God, Helan Chushi was so snarled, "What are you doing when you are still standing there..."

"Shut up if you don't want to die!"

Wei Chi roared back with no permission, glared at him fiercely, walked over quickly, pulled the foot of the "Turkish leader" and saw that he happened to step on his ankle position. The black blood was shattered, and his ankle immediately swollen. Helan Chu Shi was stunned by Wei Chi roaring and immediately said: "You dare to underestimate too..."

"Shut up!"

Wei Chi kicked him and kicked him to the ground. Helan Chu Shi was furious and turned over and wanted to pounce on him without caring about his wounded legs. Wei Chi kicked him over again and sneered: "If you want to die, just shout out what you want to say!"

Thinking of the identity of that person and the current situation, Helan Chushi was shocked and glared at Wei Chi with a vicious look, and quickly shut up. Wei Chi no longer paid attention to him and just sneered in his heart. Even if he shut up now, it would be useless. He used his toes to think that why that person was here. It was just Helan Chushi's instigation. There was no need for Wei Chi to settle the score. Someone wanted to cut him down. At that time, it would be better to see if Hou Junji's face was great enough!

"Wei... Lord Wei, I...I don't know that this is your farm, I...I want to go back!"

The young face of the "Turkish leader" showed a look of shame. He struggled to get up. Wei Chi held his face and pressed him down: "Don't move, if you don't want to be disabled, don't move! This is the advice given to you from the perspective of a professional doctor. From another perspective, now you can't cover things anymore. Keep your legs first, and then talk about everything else later. It's best not to leave any disability in your identity. Please cooperate with me."

The young man looked depressed and had a handsome face pale. The nobility and pride of the past, the calmness and glory of the past seemed to have left him, as if he was so numb that he even forgot the pain. He let Wei Chi check him. After a while, he suddenly asked quietly: "My Lord Wei, can my legs... be better?"

Wei Chi looked at him seriously, with sincere eyes: "I will do my best to help you with treatment, please cooperate."

"Turkish leader" seemed to want to laugh, but he failed, his expression spread out in embarrassment, the muscles on his face were twisted, tears flowed down his cheeks, his emotions suddenly lost control, and he cried bitterly: "The father will hate me! The mother will also be angry with me, they... they will not like me anymore!"

If I had known this, why should I be there?

Wei Chi sighed silently in his heart, looking at a young man, crying like a helpless child, turned around and ordered: "Dahu, carry our people to the clinic, carry these... Turkic soldiers to the village, Erhu went back to find his wife to get a stretcher, I'll wait here, and the rest, all of them are left, and no one is allowed to stay."

He took all the people away, Wei Chi accompanied him, the young "Turkish leader", the eldest son of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin and Empress Changsun Wugui, and the noble and proud crown prince of the Tang Dynasty. Wei Chi sat quietly, listening to his crying and crying, and his heart was also full of sorrow.

Originally, he said he would stay away from the Eastern Palace and away from political disputes, but the fucked God still brought them together. How should he clear this matter? A headache!

No matter how you are in a state of confusion, you can't ignore Cheng Qian. No matter how you say it, he is still the Prince of the Tang Dynasty. He sighed quietly, Wei Chi took out his handkerchief and handed it to him, saying, "A man, a real man, when he is sad, it's okay to cry secretly. We have cried too, but remember, after crying, he straightens his waist. We are a man, we must live hard and don't make ourselves soft. That's not a man."

Cheng Qian showed him a smile that was even worse than crying, and the panic and fear in his eyes were clearly visible. Wei Chi couldn't help but sigh again. Now he knew he was afraid. When he was making trouble, why didn't he think of his emperor's father and queen mother?

For a moment, both of them fell silent. Wei Chi looked at Cheng Qian's anxious and restless look, looking helpless and fragile. No matter how mature she is, she is just a seventeen-year-old little devil. Only after getting into trouble did she realize that she was afraid and what she had done!

It seemed that he could see the blame in Wei Chi's expression. Cheng Qian's tears flowed down again, and he choked and said, "Even... Lord Wei thinks I am a bastard, right?"

Wei Chi was silent and did not answer, but just looked at him. When people were extremely uneasy and unstable, they would always subconsciously do things they didn't dare to do or say in normal times. Wei Chi could understand, but they were not necessarily willing to respond. Ya's identity was the prince, so who knew if she would lose her head after hearing it.

"Ha ha……"

“Woo woo…”

After laughing for a while, Cheng Qian cried again.

Cheng Qian suddenly became crazy. Wei Chi lowered his head, didn't say anything, letting him laugh, letting him cry, and vent his emotions. The two of them were just in the wilderness, one was crazy and the other was silent.

Finally, Cheng Qian seemed to have finally calmed down. He heard the sound of horse hooves from afar. When he got closer, Xie Jiu came with his men, Big Tiger, Erhu brothers, and stretchers, and first aid kits.

Both of them are doctors and have first aid kits at home at any time. This is a habit that has been developed for a long time. Now, Wei Chi thanks this habit.

In terms of surgery, Xie Jiu couldn't speak, so he looked at Wei Chi and saw bitterness and helplessness in his eyes. He stretched out his hand and patted his arm gently. The lake water in his eyes was rippling with soft microwaves, miraculously calming Wei Chi's mood.

"Please carry the person to the clinic, change his clothes, prepare the carriage, be careful not to touch his injured feet, and try not to let others see it. Madam..."

"I'll be with you!"

"but……"

"Together, you said, we only have each other."

Wei Chi sighed and nodded.

When he arrived at the clinic, Wei Wen asked Wei Chi to prepare a book quickly and asked Dahu to send it to Duke Yiguo's Mansion. He and Xie Jiu prepared medical equipment together. If they wanted to protect their legs, the operation... could not be delayed for too long. Now it seems that they can only undergo surgery in the palace. Xie Jiu also made some preparations. For the sake of the wise and gentle queen, Xie Jiu was there, so he could also provide first aid nearby.

After carrying Prince Chengqian onto the carriage, Wei Chi went around the clinic and saw the two young men who were trampled by the cow. Sun Simiao was also invited by him to the clinic. The Turkic soldiers in the village and Xie Jiu also had first aid treatment. Whether he could survive was not based on their medical skills, but on the mood of the emperor.

"Second brother."

Sun Simiao looked at Wei Chi with a serious expression, a little worried and helpless. Wei Chi smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, younger brother... I may not be back for several days. Please take care of the clinic and the village."

"Well, don't worry, if...if you need it, just send someone to call me."

Wei Chi smiled bitterly: "It's enough for me to be unlucky. I don't want my elder brother to be unlucky too. I'm very happy to be able to meet my elder brother."

The two hugged each other heavily, but Wei Chi didn't look back and took Xie Jiu away.
Chapter completed!