Chapter 1959 robbery (33)
Imperial Palace.
At this time, Changxin Palace.
The palace doors are closed and the windows are tight.
Winter is bleak and windy.
The court ladies and eunuchs walked in and out of the door in a hurry, carrying basins of water.
In the water basin, the clean warm water was soaked with blood.
The towel was covered with black pus and blood, which was sticky and smelly, and it was once caked.
The maids went in with clean water, and soon came out with a basin full of blood.
In the palace, the crying sound like killing a pig was shrill and painful.
Crying, shouting, and struggling.
The sound of porcelain falling to the ground.
"Get the **** out of here—all of it is for me to get out—"
"Let me die—let me die—let me die!"
"Ah!! It hurts—"
The imperial physicians carried the medicine boxes and went in one after another.
Outside the palace, the empress, dressed in Chinese clothes, had red eyes and an anxious expression.
"What's going on? What's going on?!"
"Isn't the pain gone? Why is it like this again now!?"
The personal maid supported her, also with a worried expression on her face.
"My Lady, please take it easy."
"The imperial physician has already entered, there is no problem, there should be no problem."
"The Imperial Physician—"
Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.
The head of Tai Hospital came out of the palace dripping with sweat.
In such a hurry, he almost didn't pay attention to the threshold, and almost tripped over.
The eunuchs guarding the door had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and supported him.
"Mother... Your Majesty... Six... Your Highness the Sixth—"
"How is he?!"
The queen empress rushed forward with a passionate voice.
"Say it! What the **** happened to him!?"
The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his forehead, stuttering.
"It was originally connected, and... it will heal... but—"
But somehow, overnight—
His leg followed the original cut and broke again.
Bleeding profusely, the broken leg was thrown to the ground.
He fainted from the pain and was not found until this morning.
They rushed to rescue and worked hard for three hours before they managed to connect and stop the bleeding.
The imperial physician stumbled and said: "Your Majesty, the legs of His Highness Six... I have tried my best."
"The right leg has been connected, but it still needs to be observed for a few more days."
"The Sixth Highness is now emotionally agitated, and the ministers have already prescribed pain-relieving medicine."
"Please rest assured, Madam, I will try my best to heal Your Highness."
The empress pushed him away and broke in.
"Li'er—"
Her voice choked with enthusiasm for a moment.
"My poor Li'er—"
"What exactly is going on?!"
The smell of blood in the room almost drove her crazy.
Two months, two full months!
Li'er's leg was connected and then broken, disconnected and then connected, connected and then broken.
Endless, seemingly endless.
She fell down beside the bed, with tears in her eyes, and grabbed Zhongli's hand.
Sad and mournful.
"Li'er..."
Poor sixth prince, he has no strength left from crying.
Combined with excessive blood loss, the severe pain in the legs came and went, torturing him, both physically and mentally.
He was lying on the bed, pale.
The originally strong body completely weakened in just two months.
Can't eat or drink water.
It shriveled up like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle.
Lack of spirit, pale lips.
It was a cold winter, but he was sweating from the pain.
Weak and weak, his eyes were so tortured that he stared blankly ahead.
Dying, as if about to die.
(end of this chapter)