Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

Chapter 375 Draw the Sword for the Prince

Daiyu watched the carriage carrying the prince going farther and farther away until it disappeared at the fork in the road in the distance.

At that moment, she felt as if her heart had been hollowed out by someone. It was empty and the cold wind blew in, making her shiver.

Daiyu's body began to tremble slightly uncontrollably. She subconsciously bent down slowly, supporting her knees weakly with her hands.

She couldn't understand why things had developed to this point?

If the prince's treatment is ultimately ineffective and he passes away, she will never want to live alone in this world!

Nalan's words were like a spring breeze blowing past his ears: "Don't worry, I will definitely find the best doctor in the world to treat him!

I must bring a vigorous prince to you!"

Daiyu, who was already feeling exhausted due to her pregnancy, witnessed with her own eyes the tragic sight of the eldest wife and the prince both lying on the ground covered in blood.

She was so furious that her vision suddenly went dark, and she fell backwards like a kite with its string cut.

When the maids saw this, they immediately worked together to carefully lift her up and slowly placed her on the carriage.

When Daiyu woke up, it was already late at night.

I saw Furong and Lurui quietly guarding her bedside, and they fell into a deep sleep without knowing when.

The bright moonlight shines through the window lattice, like a layer of cool gauze, making everything in the house seem exceptionally quiet.

Everything was silent, with only the occasional crow's cry piercing the night sky, adding a sense of tranquility.

Daiyu gently moved her body and got out of bed. She first glanced at the two maids who were sleeping beside the bed.

After a moment, he reached out and gently pushed them, trying to wake them up.

Furong and Lurui were awakened by the slight touch. They opened their eyes sleepily and saw that Daiyu had woken up. They hurriedly asked her how she felt, especially if there was anything wrong with the fetus in her belly.

Daiyu smiled and comforted them, saying that she was fine and had not had a miscarriage.

After hearing this, Furong and Lurui finally felt relieved.

But he was still worried and observed it carefully again. After confirming it again and again, he rubbed his still blurry eyes and slowly walked out to rest.

At night, the moonlight in the manor is as cool as water, and the entire manor seems to be covered with a hazy coat.

The environment here is pleasant, quiet and peaceful, which is exactly the kind of peaceful life that Daiyu has always longed for.

It's like a dream. Although I feel very touched when I wake up, it's just a dream!

Although the palace was filled with endless open and secret struggles, as long as the prince was there, it was like home to Daiyu!

Thinking of this, Daiyu packed her luggage a little, changed into the clothes she wore when she came here, and waited until dawn to leave.

When Daiyu thought of the prince's appearance, she felt heartbroken. At this moment, she just wanted to see the prince as soon as possible!

Before daybreak, the crowing of the golden rooster was heard. Daiyu quickly got up and quietly left before the maids came in.

Nalan and Xiao Lingzi were taking the prince on their way to find a clinic.

Because the situation was extremely critical, every second of delay could result in the prince's death.

In a panic, they had no choice but to look for a doctor nearby.

Finally, they found a small clinic in a narrow alley.

Nalan didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly knocked on the door and went in.

However, when the doctor came to the carriage and saw the wound on the prince's chest, his face turned pale instantly and he shook his head involuntarily.

He said he really didn't have the courage to take on such a serious injury.

The doctor told Nalan that the knife was very close to the heart. If he was not careful, the prince might not be able to hold on while pulling out the knife and his life would be in danger.

For a moment, Nalan and Xiao Lingzi were panicked. They looked at each other, but they also understood that they could not force the doctor to take risks.

The doctor said guiltily: "My dear gentlemen, I am not very knowledgeable and can't do anything for you!

You should hurry to other clinics."

After saying this, the doctor didn't even want to take another look at the prince's wound. He turned and left in a hurry, as if he would be shrouded in the shadow of death if he stayed for a moment longer.

They separated in front of the post station.

Before leaving, Nalan repeatedly told Xiao Luzi to take good care of the prince, as he was going to the palace.

Nalan jumped onto a horse with a nimble posture, whipped the horsewhip, and galloped towards the palace. He wanted to find the palace physician to treat the prince.

At the same time, Xiao Luzi carefully supported the unconscious prince in the carriage.

With the driver's clear shout, the wheels began to roll rapidly on the wide road, raising a cloud of dust.

Xiao Luzi, sitting in the carriage, was extremely anxious. He felt that the journey of just one hour was extremely long!

It seemed as if time had stopped, and it was as if a whole century had passed!

He had been serving the prince as a servant since he was young, and was as close to him as a brother.

Now seeing the prince meet with such an unexpected misfortune, Xiao Luzi felt heartbroken. He felt as if his heart had been dug out by someone, and he felt extremely empty and uncomfortable.

Along the way, Xiao Luzi kept muttering to himself:

"O gods and immortals, please have mercy on me!

Our prince is a well-known philanthropist!

Please keep him safe and sound, and wake him up quickly..."

When the carriage sped along and finally brought the prince back to the palace, Nalan was seen standing anxiously at the palace gate waiting for a long time.

A royal physician stood respectfully beside him.

As soon as they saw the prince returning, they immediately went forward to greet him.

Upon seeing this, everyone rushed forward, carefully lifted the unconscious prince up, and quickly moved towards the study.

At this time, Jiaorou and Siyu had also learned the news about the prince. They were anxious and waited in the study early, waiting for the prince to come back.

As soon as he entered the study, the imperial physician loudly ordered:

"Everyone, please disperse quickly and make sure to keep the air in the room clear!"

Upon hearing this, the people who had gathered around the prince quickly stepped back to give the imperial physician enough space to treat the patient.

The imperial physician walked quickly to the prince's bedside, stretched out his right hand and gently placed it on the prince's wrist.

After a moment, his eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of surprise, and he secretly rejoiced in his heart: Although the knife on the prince's chest is in the heart, I still have a 50% chance of success.

Then, the imperial physician turned to look at Master Nalan standing beside him and nodded slightly to indicate that the situation was still optimistic.

Nalan hurriedly urged the imperial physician to explain the situation to the concubines.

Then, the imperial physician turned to Jiaorou and Siyu and said softly:

"Don't worry too much, my two wives. Although the prince's current illness is difficult, I still have a 50% chance of success!

It just depends on the prince’s perseverance from now on…”

Before they finished speaking, Jiaorou and Siyu could no longer suppress their inner anxiety. They involuntarily held each other's hands tightly and nodded desperately.

They all responded in unison: "It's all up to the imperial physician!"

The imperial physician rolled up his sleeves and shouted to his assistant, "Help the prince hold on tight. I'll remove the knife from him right away!"

Suddenly, everyone held their breath and watched as the imperial physician gently opened the prince's mouth and put a ginseng slice into his mouth.

Then he brought a tourniquet and applied it to him just as he was about to draw the knife.

With a "pop" sound, the imperial physician pulled the dagger out of the prince's chest!

Xiao Luzi stood guarding the prince's bed, muttering, "Prince, Prince..." Before he finished speaking, tears were already streaming down his face.

Siyu was already weak, and when she saw the prince's blood splattering when he drew his sword, she covered her chest and fainted.