She chose a scalpel with a 13mm blade and made a small incision at the arrow - struck area. To prevent excessive bleeding when pulling out the arrow, she had taken precautions in advance.
She used four layers of square gauze, cut a small hole in the middle, and slipped it through the arrow shaft. In this way, when pulling out the arrow, as long as she was fast enough, she could move the gauze to the wound and apply pressure to stop the bleeding.
After stopping the bleeding by pressure, it was time to suture.
She roughly estimated the time. The anesthesia would wear off in another twenty minutes.
She used the indirect horizontal mattress suture method, which was a tension suture. This method saved suturing thread and was quick to operate.
After the operation, she put all the remaining medical waste back into her space.
However, she was now facing an important problem!
Whether to give Mu Yichen an intravenous drip for anti - inflammation.
If she did, and someone saw it, she would be in big trouble.
But if she didn't disinfect properly, in case of infection, all her previous efforts would be in vain.
She pondered for a while. When the anesthesia wore off, Mu Yichen slowly came to.
He turned his head and saw Mo Qinghuan standing there in a daze. He called out weakly, "Sister - in - law, why do you look so worried? Is my condition bad?"
She shook her head. "Don't worry. The arrow has been taken out."
After much thought, she decided not to give him an intravenous drip. She took out anti - inflammatory medicine and medicine to promote recovery from her space and handed them to him.
"Take these two kinds of medicine three times a day, one pill each time. Remember to take them on time."
After saying that, she walked out of the tent.
When Mu Yanming saw her, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you tired?" She shook her head and gave a sweet smile.
Seeing this, the emperor got up and walked over. "How is he?"
"Why don't you go in and see for yourself?" Mu Yanming said in a deep voice.
The emperor was so angry that he flicked his sleeves and walked into the tent.
Mu Yefeng saw that the emperor could tolerate Mu Yanming's arrogant and insolent attitude. He couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.
Logically speaking, even if Mu Yanming had made contributions to the Li Kingdom before, the emperor shouldn't indulge him like this. Was there some unknown secret in between...
Seeing him in a daze, Yin Cong asked with concern, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
He looked at Yin Cong, pursed his lips and smiled slightly. "Let's go in and see my elder brother."
He walked up to the tent, lifted the curtain and walked in.
The emperor was sitting in front of the couch, asking with concern, "How do you feel?"
He tugged at the corner of his mouth and forced a smile. "Thank you, Father. I'm fine now. I really owe it to Sister - in - law today."
As he spoke, the emperor's eyes fell on the white medicine bag on the bedside.
"What's this?" He picked it up and examined it carefully.
"It's the medicine Sister - in - law gave me. She told me to take it on time."
The emperor's face darkened. "What kind of medicine needs to be taken on time?"
He poured the medicine into his palm. There were white - and - blue capsules and white tablets.
"What kind of medicine is this? I've never seen it before."
Mu Yefeng stepped forward. "Father, what does it matter whether you've seen it or not? As long as it can save people, that's enough."
Seeing Mu Yefeng, the emperor's face looked better. His doubts were also reduced because of Mu Yefeng's words.
"Elder brother, we really owe you today. Otherwise, the one who got hit by the arrow would have been Father." As he spoke, he looked at the emperor. "Father, how are you going to reward elder brother?"
The emperor put the medicine back into the bag. "Yichen, what do you want?"
Mu Yichen forced a smile. "Father, at the moment when the arrow was shot at you, I didn't even have time to think before I blocked it. At that moment, my mind seemed to be empty, and my body just instinctively blocked it."
Hearing this, the emperor beamed with joy. "Good instinct. Yichen, when you recover, go to the national treasury. You can pick any one thing in it. How about that?"
"Thank you, Father." He looked at Mu Yefeng. For some reason, he always felt that Mu Yefeng's words had an underlying meaning.
Mu Yefeng noticed that he was looking at him, raised his eyebrows and gave him a meaningful smile.
The emperor walked out of the tent. Mu Yanming and Mo Qinghuan were no longer outside.
"Where is the Regent?"
Eunuch Shu bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Regent was worried about the princess and helped her back to rest."
The emperor sneered. "Humph, he does know how to care about people." After saying that, he turned around and walked back into the tent.
In the third tent next door
Mu Yanming insisted on holding Mo Qinghuan on his lap.
No matter how red - faced and shy she was, he didn't let go. Mo Qinghuan had no choice but to let him do as he pleased.
"What do you think of today's assassins, Your Highness?"
Mu Yanming took her arm and put it around his neck.
"From the moment the assassins appeared until Mu Yichen got shot, there was one person who never showed up."
Mo Qinghuan recalled carefully. "Mu Shengze!"
Mu Yanming raised his eyebrows.
"When the assassins appeared, I was with Min Feiyan. She seemed very flustered when she heard there were assassins."
Mu Yanming's rough fingertips traced back and forth on Mo Qinghuan's waist. His Adam's apple twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Okay, you're tired. Take a rest. This isn't something you should worry about."
He carried her to the couch, whispered in her ear, "Be good."
Then he kissed her gently on the forehead and left the tent.
At this time, in Mu Shengze's tent.
Min Feiyan was sitting at the table. Zhi'er was squatting in front of her, gently massaging her legs.
She stood up, walked to the front of the tent, and asked the guard outside, "Where on earth has His Highness gone?"
The guard in front of the tent lowered his head. She snorted and went back into the tent. Zhi'er stepped forward to comfort her. "Madam, don't worry too much. Take care of your body."
"Go and find out if His Highness has gone to the emperor's side." She pushed Zhi'er out of the tent.
She was scared, extremely scared.
She was afraid that today's assassins were arranged by Mu Shengze. If so, he would really be on the road to perdition.
She stroked her belly, with a loving look on her face.
"My child, Mother will never let your father drag you down. Even if he wants to die, Mother won't let him take us mother and son with him."
She paced anxiously back and forth in the room.
After a while, Zhi'er came back.
"Madam, His Highness didn't go to the emperor's camp. Moreover, I heard something else."
She looked at Zhi'er. "What is it?"
Zhi'er walked up to her and whispered in her ear, "His Highness the King of Qi was shot while saving the emperor. His life or death is unknown. The emperor has issued an order to block the news, saying that he is afraid that if the Princess of Qi knew about it, she might suffer a fright to the fetus."
"Suffer a fright to the fetus..." She twirled the armor on her hand and a smile played on her lips.
"Zhi'er, go and pack up. We're going back to the capital. If anyone asks, just say I'm not feeling well."
Zhi'er nodded doubtfully and walked out of the tent.