Although I heard about assassins early in the morning, Ming Ruo was still a little surprised when he saw those assassins.

More than twenty people were wrapped in black clothes from head to toe, with only a pair of eyes exposed, and they were almost sounding, looking a little like a ninja in a comic.

Si Haochen's performance surprised Mingruo even more. His moves were clean and neat, so close that he couldn't see how he took action. Wherever he passed, all the men in black fell down and sprinkled a bunch of blood fell on the grass.

Seeing that something was wrong, a man in black turned around and ran away. Si Haochen killed the assassin in front of him with a sword, kicked the knife in his hand, and the knife penetrated straight into the escapee's back.

The man fell forward and turned his head to look at Si Haochen, his eyes full of fear.

When did Prince Yun's martial arts recover to such a level? Has his heart disease been cured?

He wanted to pass the news to the Lord, but there was no chance...

For those in fierce battle, a quarter of an hour is really not long. When the last man in black fell down, Si Haochen stood among this forest, like the god of death who was reaping lives.

Mingruo was very glad that he had taken out a battlefield medical mission, otherwise he would have fainted when he saw the dead body in this place.

She put her heart down slightly, and saw a group of men in black jumping out of the woods. Her outfit was slightly different from the previous group and she was not masked. Mingruo felt that she was about to cry and fainted from the tree.

Si Haochen is about to fall into a coma, what should I do?

The men in black came to Si Haochen and all knelt down: "I'm late, please punish me."

It turned out that he was not an assassin. Mingruo patted his chest. This day was really ups and downs. It seemed that if you want to survive in this unknown time and space, you must have a strong heart.

Unable to hear what Si Haochen said, a man in black flew over and raised Ming Ruo in front of him.

Mingruo couldn't help but complain that light skills were so scary. Just now, Si Haochen took her to fly to a big tree worth more than ten meters, and she was dizzy, but now she didn't care about herself anymore and hurriedly took Si Haochen's pulse.

Ming Ruo was slightly surprised after taking Si Haochen's vein - he was already unconscious, but he stood here with a sword and pestle support, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was in deep thought.

It's so proud that this person is, okay, respect you as a man.

Mingruo quickly took off the silver needle that was pierced on Si Haochen's chest and stuffed medicine into his mouth.

"Can the master move now?" One of the men in black asked. Doctor Xue had an explanation earlier that the master should not move at will when he was sick.

"Wait a minute, let the medicine take effect first." Mingruo pretended to take the pulse and started the medical system to conduct a systemic diagnosis for Si Haochen. His condition was much better than Mingruo estimated. "In a quarter of an hour, he can be moved."

Mingruo asked the secret guard to build a simple stretcher and carry Si Haochen flat. The group walked for most of the day before leaving the forest.

As the sun sets, a gray carriage parks on the edge of the trail, looking a little desolate.

The secret guard came forward and whispered a few words to the coachman. The two worked together to send Si Haochen into the carriage. Then the coachman put a footstool and bowed to wait aside: "Princess, please get in the car."

Ming Ruo was stunned for a moment before he realized that the "princess" was talking about himself. He lifted up the hem of the ruby-covered skirt and got on the carriage.

When he entered the carriage, Mingruo discovered that there was a unique world inside this unpretentious carriage.

The carriage was covered with snow-white fur, and fists-sized night pearls hung at four corners. They should be afraid of affecting Si Haochen's rest. Each night pearl was covered with a layer of gauze, and the light became much softer.

Si Haochen lay on the side of the carriage, with a white jade pillow under his head, covered with a yellow apricot quilt, and Su Hexiang was burned in the incense burner in the corner.

Looking at the heart-pounding fur, Ming Ruo silently took off his shoes and sat beside Si Haochen. The carriage ran in a dash but it was not bumpy.

Ming Ruo took Si Haochen's pulse again, confirming that he would not wake up in a short period of time, so he took medicine from the medical system and hanged Si Haochen with a dangling injection.

As the most outstanding surgeon, major surgeries for more than ten hours are not uncommon. Mingruo's physical strength is actually very good, but the original owner's princess' body was not tossed, and Mingruo leaned against the carriage and was napping.

Si Haochen opened his eyes and what caught his eye was Mingruo sitting a foot away from him, his eyes slightly closed, and his little head bit by bit.

Above the top of the head is a bottle of strange style, and a slender tube is connected to the lower end of the bottle.

Si Haochen's eyes moved down the tube, and the transparent liquid in the bottle should have flowed into his body along the tube. He instinctively wanted to pull the tube out of the back of his hand, but his body really had no strength. After much effort, he finally... fell into a deep sleep again.

The carriage bumped, and Mingruo's head hit the wall of the car.

"Um." Ming Ruo rubbed his head that was hit and was about to finish dripping. He quickly pulled out the needle for Si Haochen, got up to recycle the infusion bottle, and when he stood up, he found that his feet were as painful as if they were stepping on the tip of a knife.

Mingruo gritted his teeth and put away the used infusion equipment, then sat down and checked his feet.

The "princess"'s feet have never walked so many roads. Blood blisters have been ground into the toes and soles. Two blood blisters have been broken and blood is oozing.

Although Mingruo was a surgeon, the tragic injury still made her breathe.

Although I was not a princess in my previous life, I was the eldest daughter of the Xuanyi family. Even if I had a mission, I would have mostly treated the wounded in the rear, so I had never suffered such a crime.

She took out the equipment and medicine she needed from the medical system, disinfected it, first removed the blood blisters' dirty serum, then cleaned the wound and bandaged it with medicine.

After getting both feet done, I was sweating all over my head, my face turned pale, and I exhaled a breath of turbid air and leaned against the carriage to rest.

She also wanted to lie down and have a good sleep like Si Haochen, but she was afraid that after she fell asleep, she would not be able to detect what Si Haochen's condition was in time.

Of course, she could also put her hand on Si Haochen's wrist and turn on the medical system to monitor his condition. But Si Haochen was obviously on the cold path. If she thought she was "flirting" to him, she would be unable to explain it even if she had a hundred mouths.

The carriage walked slowly all night. When the dim morning light penetrated into the carriage, Mingruo heard noisy sounds outside.

Mingruo sat upright and opened a gap to look out the curtain covering the window frame. There were people lined up loose queues outside, as if waiting for something. Almost all of them were wearing coarse linen clothes, with some vegetables and fruits in their baskets or baskets.

The carriage did not stop, and the coachman only shouted: "Prince Yun's mansion handled the matter."

"Go and go, lean against the side, don't block the noble's way..." I soon heard the sound of creaking and opening the door, and the soldiers guarding the city said with a flattering voice, "Sir, please."
Chapter completed!