Her guards

Chapter 165 Wei Jiao's Arrow

That arrow was a crossbow bolt; it struck suddenly, with great speed and ferocity.

It is indeed difficult to avoid.

However, it was difficult for her to avoid it, not Wei Jiao.

She was in front, and Wei Jiao was behind her. Wei Jiao's skills were no less than hers, and the crossbow bolts could not hit him no matter what.

But at the moment the crossbow bolts were about to strike, Wei Jiao shielded her behind him.

Mo Zheng rolled over again.

This description might be incorrect.

Wei Jiao intended to throw her off her horse, but she managed to dodge it, while Wei Jiao was hit by an arrow.

Mo Zheng let out a breath. Yes, that should be it.

But the next moment she sat up and smiled.

Things are as they are; she cannot disbelieve or deny them just because things turned out unexpectedly, and instead make wild inferences.

Wei Jiao is better than her in terms of skills. Wei Jiao is behind her. Wei Jiao is crazy, but not stupid.

So the truth is that Wei Jiao took an arrow for her.

Mo Zheng lifted the curtain and got out of bed.

"Ah Sheng, Ah Sheng—"

"Guards! Guards!"

The once quiet palace room became noisy as "Miss Yang" was called.

Soon the noise spread to another palace.

There are more imperial physicians here, but it's not as noisy as Miss Chai's place, nor as quiet as Miss Yang's.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, and the imperial physicians looked tense.

They were somewhat displeased by the noise outside.

"What's going on? They're about to pull out the arrows, what's all the noise outside?"

"It's Miss Yang from the Duke of Ding'an's mansion. She's worried about Commandant Wei and insisted on coming."

"Don't let her in. When it's crucial, there's no room for error."

"We stopped her, we stopped her. Miss Yang said she'll wait outside and won't disturb the treatment."

"Then get ready."

Several imperial physicians, their sleeves tied up, stood in the brightest spot in the room, where a wooden bed was placed, and Wei Jiao lay there naked from the waist up with his eyes closed.

The bleeding had stopped, but the wound on his shoulder was gruesome, with a bloody arrowhead sticking out.

Although he was used to all kinds of injuries, the imperial physician in charge of removing the arrow still took a deep breath when he saw this scene. But just as he was about to wrap the arrowhead with a strip of cloth, Wei Jiao opened his eyes.

The imperial physicians were startled.

"Why are you awake?"

"Has the medicine worn off?"

"Bring me more anesthetic powder."

Wei Jiao frowned at them: "What are you talking about?"

The imperial physicians hurriedly said, "Captain, we're about to remove the arrow from your body, please bear with it a little longer..."

“No, there was another sentence earlier,” Wei Jiao interrupted. “Who came?”

One of the imperial physicians snapped out of his daze: "Miss Yang, Miss Yang from the Duke of Ding'an's mansion."

Sure enough, Wei Jiao thought, he hadn't misheard; he vaguely heard that name mentioned.

What is this bastard doing here?
Why not take advantage of the injury to cause trouble in front of the emperor instead of coming to watch his commotion?
Those who were kept outside seemed to have heard the commotion inside.

"Senior brother, senior brother, are you alright?"

"Senior brother, don't die, senior brother—"

The woman burst into tears.

Bah! Even though he couldn't see it, he could imagine that the bastard was putting on an act. Wei Jiao wanted to spit, but unfortunately he didn't have the strength.

Give up, don't bother coming to watch the show. This arrow won't kill him.

"Captain, come on, take a puff of this..."

A royal physician came over with a silk handkerchief soaked in a sleeping potion, intending to cover Wei Jiao's mouth and nose.

Wei Jiao spat at the handkerchief, and blood splattered onto it.

"Am I afraid of pain? I'm afraid of not feeling pain!" he said with a smile, his eyes dark as he looked at the needle knife in front of him.

The imperial physicians felt a chill run down their spines when they saw the look in Wei Jiao's eyes.

Oops.

……

……

These imperial physicians were not only familiar with weapon wounds, but also with Wei Jiao.

After all, they had been treating and caring for Wei Jiao ever since he came to Beijing.

They could tell from Wei Jiao's eyes that he was having an attack.

The reason why the arrow had not been removed earlier was twofold: firstly, the arrow wound was severe, and secondly, Wei Jiao was prone to going mad due to a hidden illness.

Once he goes mad, don't even think about getting close to him, let alone removing the arrow and treating your wounds. Wei Jiao is capable of cutting off his own arm—

They managed to put the sleeping potion over Wei Jiao's mouth and nose while he was unconscious, but it was no use at all, and he woke up as expected.

Wei Jiao spoke with a smile, then suddenly reached out to grab the curved knife beside her.

"I'll do it myself, you don't need to lift a finger—"

The imperial physicians panicked immediately. Some held down the knife, while others held down Wei Jiao, but even though Wei Jiao's arm was badly injured, two physicians couldn't hold him down...

"Captain, don't move!"

"Captain, you can't do anything reckless, or you'll ruin your arm."

"Quick, someone tie him up—" "How can we tie him up now? He's injured and can't be moved—"

Chaos erupted inside the hall, and the next moment the door was pushed open, and more people rushed in.

"Miss Yang cannot go in."

But the girl was agile, and the imperial guards and eunuchs could not catch her. The imperial physicians only saw a blur before the woman stood next to Wei Jiao.

"Senior brother—you can't die—"

With a loud shout, the woman knelt down beside the wooden bed, pressing down on Wei Jiao's left arm with one hand. At the same time, with a bang, Wei Jiao, who had been sitting and snatching the knives from the imperial physicians, seemed to have been knocked down.

The noise and chaos paused for a moment.

The doctors thought to themselves, “This girl looks thin and small, but she’s surprisingly strong. All of us couldn’t hold her down; she just bumped into us and knocked us down.”

"You bastard—" Wei Jiao, who had just lay down, suddenly focused his gaze and uttered a curse.

He tried to get up, but the woman pressed her head down on his left arm and grabbed the back of his neck.

Wei Jiao, who had just gotten up, was pushed back onto the wooden bed.

The woman let out a sobbing cry.

"Senior brother, you've done all this for me! You can't let anything happen to you!"

"If it weren't for you, that arrow would have hit me—"

Wei Jiao scoffed, "That bastard, does he think that arrow was taken for her?"

so funny.

Why would he shield her from an arrow?

What does her life or death have to do with him?
Well, it's not that it doesn't matter. If she dies, how will he watch the show?
Now that things have gotten so lively, the moment has finally come when we have to face each other directly, and no one can hide any longer. Of course, she can't die.

No one but him can kill her!

Well, if that's the case, he did shield her from the arrow, but it wasn't for her sake.

Besides, this bastard isn't stupid, and he won't think he's here to put on an act because of her...

"Junior sister," Wei Jiao said, lying down and looking at the woman's head bobbing on his shoulder as if she were crying, "Don't worry, if I die, you'll die too..."

"What do you mean by 'don't worry'?" The imperial physicians nearby muttered to themselves, when suddenly they saw the woman who had been crying with her head down raise her head slightly and wink at them.

The other imperial physicians were slightly taken aback, but one of them reacted instantly.

Wei Jiao was pinned down.

After Wei Jiao pressed down on him, he stopped moving.

Wei Jiao was still talking, his gaze fixed on the woman.

good chance!
The imperial physician swiftly grabbed the sedative handkerchief and pressed it against Wei Jiao's mouth and nose.

Wei Jiao struggled for a moment, but instead of springing up as before, she seemed to be pressed down tightly.

"Don't think that this kind of thing can..." Wei Jiao sneered, but as he spoke, his eyes gradually became unfocused.

It wasn't that kind of uncontrollable, hazy feeling; her eyes gradually closed.

"That's great!" the imperial physicians breathed a sigh of relief.

"Quick, quick."

"Move quickly."

"This lady..."

A royal physician advised Miss Yang to leave, but before he could speak, the physician who had drugged Wei Jiao interrupted him.

"Let her stay here, perhaps..." The imperial physician glanced at Miss Yang, "that might appease the Commandant."

Although he didn't know what was going on, it was true that after this young lady came in, Wei Jiao stopped struggling and didn't go crazy. Instead, he started talking to her.

This also gave him the opportunity to drug Wei Jiao.

However, due to the excessive use of sedatives, Wei Jiao's constitution is very likely to allow him to wake up again.

If I wake up while retrieving the arrows, that would be terrible.

Perhaps at that time, he would need this young lady to comfort him.

The other imperial physicians also realized what was happening and hesitated for a moment.

“Miss, removing the arrowhead is very bloody, you…” a royal physician said.

Before she could finish speaking, Miss Yang buried her head tightly in Wei Jiao's left shoulder.

"I won't look. If I can't see it, then it's fine," she said in a muffled voice.

You can't see it, but the smell of blood and the gruesome cuts and stitches are terrifying.

"That's enough, we can't delay any longer," the imperial physicians said no more and quickly got back to work.

……

……

It hurts.

However, he is not afraid of pain.

Wei Jiao tried hard to open his eyes.

Don't even think about scaring him with knives, blood, or hunting dogs.

He himself has flesh and blood, and he has teeth.

Let's see who's afraid of whom.

He gritted his teeth, about to bite himself, but just as he was about to lower his head, a sharp pain shot through his neck.

It felt like being grabbed, or like being bitten by teeth.

Wei Jiao froze. Who was it? Who bit him first?

He couldn't turn around, and he couldn't see behind him, so he looked down at his feet.

There was a slender, soft shadow at his feet, which swayed slowly and enveloped him.

(End of this chapter)