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Chapter 27

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Medical conditions in ancient times were poor and wounds were easily infected. There were also no antibiotics or anti-inflammatory drugs like penicillin. Doctors didn't know how to debridement and suture wounds, so they only used acupuncture and medicine. How could it be cured?

Don't look down on small arrow wounds. In ancient times, they took the lives of many soldiers.

Even the ancient Emperor Gaozu Liu Bang and Emperor Taizong Zhao Guangyi died from arrow wounds, let alone ordinary people.

She had all kinds of medicine in her medical system, as well as blood bags and scalpels. If she went up, perhaps Mo Zhu could be saved.

But when she thought about how Mo Zhu was Mo Li's little brother, she didn't want to save him.

She didn't forget that when she was being beaten, Mo Li was on the side overseeing her.

But when she thought about how this was a human life, her heart began to ache.

She was a doctor and was born with the desire to save people. She would never leave someone to die. When she saw someone fall ill, she wanted to cure them. Otherwise, she would feel guilty.

Thinking of this, she said to Fung: "Fung, help me up. I want to go see Mo Zhu."

"Niang niang, His Highness has forbidden you from leaving Feiyue Pavilion. If you go, he will be angry." Fung was a bit worried.

If she didn't run into His Highness outside, it would be fine. But if she ran into him, it would be difficult.

Yun Ruoyue narrowed her eyes: "It's fine. Help me over first. I have my ways."

"Alright. Mo Zhu was very kind in the past and was one of the few people who didn't bully niang niang. We should send him off." Fung finished speaking and helped Yun Ruoyue off the bed.

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Outside Green Bamboo Garden, a large group of servants and guards had already arrived.

Mo Li stood there with a group of guards, anxiously waiting for the doctor's results.

Inside Mo Zhu's room, Imperial Physician Wang was taking Mo Zhu's pulse. Imperial Physician Wang shook his head and sighed.

In the end, he helplessly walked out with his hands behind his back.

"Imperial Physician, may I ask how is my younger brother? Can he still be saved?" Mo Li asked anxiously.

Imperial Doctor Wang sighed heavily and said, "No medicine works, no medicine works. I have tried my best. The arrowhead in his body can't be pulled out. Even if Hua Tuo is alive, he can't save him. I feel that he can't survive tonight. You all go and see him, and then prepare for his funeral."

"Imperial Physician, I only have this one little brother. We were orphaned when we were young and relied on each other for survival. I beg you to save him. As long as you can save him, I will do anything you want me to do." Mo Li's eyes were red. He was in so much pain that it felt like his heart was being torn apart.

"It's useless. So many doctors have seen it, but it's useless. Stop struggling. Alright, this old man is going back to the palace."

"Imperial physician, are you really not going to take a look at my brother?" Mo Li took a step forward and grabbed Imperial Doctor Wang's clothes. He placed all his hopes on the Imperial Doctor. Once the Imperial Doctor left, it meant that Mo Zhu really couldn't make it.

He was afraid of losing Mo Zhu. He was so afraid that his entire body was trembling.

Imperial Doctor Wang impatiently slapped Mo Li's hand away, "Guard Mo, please have some self-respect. Don't bother this old man anymore."

"Imperial Doctor Wang, I know that you are a famous doctor in the palace. You only came to treat Mo Zhu because of the prince. I don't believe that Mo Zhu will die. Can you take a look at him again? Perhaps he can be saved? "When Mo Li said this, he suddenly knelt down heavily in front of Imperial Doctor Wang.

He knelt extremely straight. His back was bleak and his face was tense. His red eyes were filled with heartache and sadness. Men did not cry easily because they had not yet reached the point of sadness. Men had gold under their knees and only knelt to the heavens and their parents. For Mo Zhu, he was willing to do anything.

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