After I was reborn, I was scumbag

Chapter 17

Murong Xing got into the carriage, and the driver thought he was in a hurry to return home. The carriage was speeding along the main street of Chang'an City, attracting the attention of passers-by.

However, the young man sitting in the carriage had a cold and indifferent expression, and only after getting off the carriage, there was a slight wave in his eyes.

"How is Mr. Qi, can you ask for an imperial doctor?"

"This...it's too late now, I'm afraid the imperial doctor won't come."

Murong Xing walked hurriedly, bypassing the path in the garden, and walked directly towards the side room where Qi Yuanxiu was.

"Why, the Marquis of Pingxi can't even hire an imperial doctor now?"

When the servant following Murong Xing heard this, he hurriedly confessed: "I'm confused, I'm going to ask the imperial doctor to treat Mr. Qi."

The candles were brightly lit in the side room, just as Murong Xing walked to the door, a servant came out carrying a basin, and almost ran into Murong Xing.

"Forgive me, son!"

Murong Xing glanced at the bright red blood in the basin, waved his hand to signal him to leave, and immediately pushed open the door.

A doctor was sitting at the table writing prescriptions, when he saw Murong Xing coming in, he quickly put down the brush in his hand.

"The grass people have seen the prince."

"Excuse me." Murong Xing went straight to the bed, and saw the hideous wound on the white and slender wrist hanging by the bed, almost cutting across the entire wrist.

The phoenix eyes froze for a moment, and then a dark light of unknown meaning flashed across.

"Doctor, how is Mr. Qi's injury?"

The face of the person on the bed was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the black ink was scattered on the pillow, and he had already passed out.

If it weren't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, Murong Xing would almost feel that Qi Yuanxiu had passed away.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, Mr. Qi's hand injury has become infected and inflamed for some reason... If he hadn't discovered it in time and shaved off the carrion, his hands might not be safe."

Murong Xing sat down on the side of the bed, looked down at Qi Yuanxiu's wound carefully, and said in a cold tone, "When the doctor came for a review, was there anything unusual about Mr. Qi's injury?"

"This... Caomin has something to say, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"But it doesn't matter. If you can find out the cause of the recurrence of Mr. Qi's hand injury, you will be rewarded a lot."

"When I came to the mansion to take care of Mr. Qi's injury, I overheard a young man in the courtyard talking about it. He said that Mr. Qi is just a musician and actor, and he just pleases the prince for a while..."

The doctor looked at Murong Xing's increasingly cold face, and said nothing.

"The words of the grass people are meaningless, please forgive me, my son."

"Doctor tell the truth, what is the crime?" Murong Xing stood up slowly, the pair of phoenix eyes of the young man amidst the overlapping of light and shadow seemed as deep as the calm water in an ancient well.

"All the servants who serve Mr. Qi will be beaten fifty times and expelled from the Hou's residence."

The doctor heard the sound of grievances and begging for mercy outside, and his back was covered with cold sweat.

Looking at the middle of the night, Murong Xinggui is the son of the Marquis, but he has been in the room with Qi Yuanxiu who is unconscious, and he can't help but secretly think that the son of Murong dotes on this musician, which is probably true.

"Mr. Qi is a distinguished guest of the Hou's Mansion, so I ask the doctor to do his best to treat him and prescribe good wound medicine."

"Yes, Caomin will write the prescription right now. As long as you take the medicine on time, you will be healthy and healthy. After a few months, Mr. Qi's hands will be able to move."

Murong Xing nodded, watched the doctor finish writing the prescription, and sent him out of the room.

Not far away, a servant led the imperial doctor to come.

"Lord Fang." Murong Xing raised his hand in a half salute, dismissing the servants who followed him.

Imperial Physician Fang is the cousin of Murong Xing's birth mother, and also Murong Xing's cousin. Anyone in the Hou family who is seriously ill will almost always go to the Imperial Hospital to invite this adult, so he is naturally a trustworthy person.

"Your Majesty, you are welcome. I heard that a musician in the mansion had a hand injury. I don't know..."

Murong Xing was silent for a few moments, making sure that there was no one around, and then said slowly: "Uncle, the musician's hand injury is not important, I invited uncle to find out if he had used some kind of suspended animation Powder."

Doctor Fang was shocked, he walked quite close to the Pingxihou Mansion on weekdays, so he knew that his nephew would definitely not be a man obsessed with sex.

His expression became serious in an instant: "But I found that that person has..."

"That's not the case. It's because his breathing is extremely weak. I can't see anything unusual, but his identity is in doubt. Just in case, I asked my uncle to take a look."

"If the dose of the feigned death powder is too small, it will indeed appear seriously ill and appear to be breathing weakly. Then I will check it out while looking at the hand injury."

Murong Xing led Royal Physician Fang into the room, Qi Yuanxiu's eyes were still closed, but the gauze wrapped around his wrist was already oozing blood.

Doctor Fang opened the gauze first, saw the wound on Qi Yuanxiu's wrist, and saw that the wound was indeed infected and inflamed, so he re-sprinkled the medicine powder and replaced the gauze with a new one.

It was just that his wrist was injured, so it was inconvenient for him to check his pulse, so he had to check his eyes, tongue coating, and take a little blood.

Murong Xing waited quietly at the side, about half an hour later, Imperial Physician Fang got up, and signaled Murong Xing to go out with a wink.

"how?"

"Although I haven't taken the pulse, I can't tell for sure, but he probably hasn't used the powder of suspended animation. I have seen the knife wound on his wrist. It is indeed very serious. With the addition of inflammation and infection, it is normal for him to be so weak."

Murong Xing narrowed his eyes thoughtfully: "The rest of the doctors said that the tendons in his hands were cut off, and it's impossible for him to recover in the future, what does uncle think?"

"Tejin is not completely broken. If you find some famous doctors who specialize in treating muscles and bones, it may not be completely cured..."

"Okay, I understand. I'm really sorry to invite uncle over late at night. There will be a banquet in the Marquis Mansion tomorrow. I wonder if uncle has time to come over?"

"The son is going to lead the army to go out soon, and uncle will naturally come to send the son off. If someone asks about today's matter, I will say that I am taking care of the musician's hand injury. Is it possible?"

"En." Murong Xing hooked his lips, "It's better to add one more sentence, the rumors that Prince Pingxi dotes on that musician are true."

After sending away Imperial Doctor Fang, the sound of the watchman ringing the third watch has already been heard outside the Hou's mansion.

The cold wind at night was bitingly cold, and it was painful when it was blown on the face.

Murong Xing hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked back to the bedroom.

The wound on the shoulder was powdered, and the bleeding had stopped.It's just that once the time limit of the painkiller expired, the pain from the gauze tightening the wound came out bursts.

Murong Xing asked the boy outside to fetch water, slowly took off his shirt with his left hand, and then pulled off the gauze bit by bit.

The jade-colored skin has clear texture, and the clothes reveal clear abdominal muscles and sharp lines.

It's just a long bloody cut on the shoulder, which looks a bit hideous.

The young man gritted his teeth and sprinkled the powder, then took the gauze and wrapped it round and round, his phoenix eyes were dark, and his movements were slow, as if he was recalling and thinking about something, but he couldn't see the clue.

After an innumerable amount of time, a servant's voice came from outside the house: "My lord, are you awake? Mr. Qi woke up and said he wanted to see you."

[The author has something to say: small theater

Shao Guan: "I heard from the author that you are not obsessed with masculinity?"

Murong Xing: "Then why don't we try to see if I'm addicted to masculinity at night?"

Shao Guan: "..."

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