The rebellious grandson of Emperor Zhenguan of the Tang Dynasty: Please, Your Majesty, be called Cro

Chapter 139 Li Xiang: I'm a germaphobe!

It was covered in blood, a complete mess.

This is the scene that Li Xiang and Liu Zhi saw when they returned to the courtyard.

The soldiers of the Imperial Guard were bowing their heads, putting away their weapons and cleaning up the battlefield. The bluestone paving stones in the courtyard were all soaked with dark red blood, and dark bloodstains meandered along the cracks between the bricks.

Broken and shattered swords and bent and deformed long-handled spears were scattered all over the ground. The corpses of the Right Guards of the Imperial Guards lay scattered under the corridor. Many of them had their fingers clenched tightly before they died, maintaining a desperate posture of fighting to the death and defending the courtyard gate.

Most of the Imperial Guards of the Right Guard Command who were defending the villa were killed in battle. The remaining survivors were covered in blood, slumped in the corner of the courtyard, barely breathing, and had no fighting ability left.

The gruesome sight of the corpses and the pungent, thick stench of blood assaulted Li Xiang's senses, causing his stomach to churn violently. A strong urge to vomit surged up his throat, impossible to suppress.

Deep down, I couldn't help but curse: Damn, this feudal society is just too brutal!

At the drop of a hat, violence erupts, and even family members turn against each other. Forget about quality of life; even their own lives are constantly in danger!

Let whoever wants to time travel do it! I don't want to stay a moment longer.

I want to go home and be a couch potato!

"Elephant————"

A hoarse voice echoed from inside the courtyard. Li Chengqian stood alone under the eaves, while his wife, Madam Su, slumped weakly on the stone steps beside the eaves, holding their frightened and sobbing young son, Li Jue, her face deathly pale.

Li Xiang suppressed the discomfort in his chest and abdomen, quickly stepped to Li Chengqian's side, and before he could ask any questions, his wrist was suddenly gripped tightly by Li Chengqian.

The deposed crown prince, who was in a depressed mood, had trembling fingers and his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"Dad, I'm fine—you hurt me." Li Xiang gasped for breath.

Upon hearing this, Li Chengqian quickly let go. He looked up and down at Li Xiang's clothes, and saw that he was only covered in dust and ash, his clothes were in disarray, but there was no blood or knife wounds. His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and he slowly exhaled a long breath.

Li Xiang also looked up and examined the family of three. Seeing that Li Chengqian, Su Shi, and his younger brother Li Jue had not suffered any external injuries from weapons, his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

But when he turned his head and looked at the Imperial Guards lying dead and wounded all over the courtyard, he thought of how these brothers had risked their lives to protect their master, and his heart felt heavy as if a huge rock had been pressed down on it.

"General Qiu."

Qiu Xinggong was directing his men to extinguish any fires that might spread nearby. Hearing this, he slightly turned his body.

"I wonder if there are any military doctors in the Imperial Guard?" Li Xiang raised his hand and pointed to the critically wounded Imperial Guardsman who was on the verge of death in the courtyard, and asked.

"Other matters are secondary at the moment. These guards are commendable for their loyalty and bravery, and we should treat them as soon as possible. I implore the General to dispatch military doctors to treat the seriously wounded soldiers."

"They rushed to the aid in the dead of night, but how could they possibly be equipped with military medical supplies?"

"However, I have already sent someone to find a physician." As he spoke, Qiu Xinggong's gaze swept over the group of wounded soldiers who were groaning weakly. His brows furrowed slightly, showing a hint of regret.

"They are all good men, but unfortunately, their injuries are quite serious."

"I don't know if I can hold out until someone comes. Sigh—"

Qiu Xinggong, a veteran of many battles, knew best that few wounds from swords and axes that cut into internal organs would be fatal. Veteran soldiers would instinctively avoid vital areas.

On the contrary, most people die from blood loss. If the wound is large enough that it cannot be covered with cloth strips or treated with wound medicine, it is basically a certain death.

Eight out of ten wounded soldiers on the battlefield are in this condition. The bleeding won't stop, and although they still have a breath left, they won't live much longer.

He shook his head, sighed, and turned away to continue fiddling with Zheng Huai'an.

Li Xiang frowned. Judging from Qiu Xinggong's tone, it sounded as if he had sentenced all these soldiers to death.

According to his modern common sense, most of them only suffered external injuries from being slashed by sharp blades and fainting from blood loss, and there was no serious damage to their internal organs—those who suffered serious damage to their internal organs died on the spot.

"Liu Zhi!" Seeing that Qiu Xinggong had no intention of helping, and no one in the Imperial Guard was willing to lend a hand, Li Xiang thought for a moment and decided to take the initiative himself.

Although he always considered himself an outsider in the Tang Dynasty.

But his conscience simply couldn't bear to watch so many men who should have been able to live die.

"Stop pissing your horse piss, this old man might survive!"

"Go and boil some water, find some strong liquor, salt water, and clean linen, the sooner the better. Also, find some needles and thread as soon as possible, steel needles and plain thread. The plain thread should be boiled in water," he instructed Liu Zhi.

Liu Zhi was kneeling on the bluestone bricks, looking utterly dejected, speaking to a bearded imperial guard with a large gash in his chest, who was on his deathbed giving his last words. Upon hearing this, both of them turned their heads in extreme surprise.

"Your Highness, the Imperial Grandson—you are...?"

"Do you need treatment?"

Liu Zhi was extremely surprised. He knew that the imperial grandson was a poet and that he could even make paper.

But, the grandson of the emperor actually knows medicine?

"There's no time to waste. If we delay any longer, those who could have lived will bleed to death." Looking at the Imperial Guards men who were bleeding profusely, Li Xiang adjusted his breathing.

"only!"

The doubt vanished in an instant, and Liu Zhi immediately got up and rushed into the house to find the strong liquor.

Fortunately, although Li Chengqian was under house arrest, he was not lacking in expenses. There was still a considerable amount of strong liquor and tribute wine in the mansion.

Upon hearing that Li Xiang needed needles and thread, Madam Su immediately hugged her young son tightly, forcing herself to remain steadfast despite her shock, and went into the side room. She took out all the fine needles and white thread she usually used for mending clothes and embroidering fabric, carefully folded a clean piece of plain cloth, and hurried out. Some soldiers who could move and whose injuries were less severe also tried their best, following Li Xiang's orders to boil water. Before long, everything was ready.

The night wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept in again, the pungent, fishy smell assaulting Li Xiang's nostrils. His stomach churned more violently, and waves of dizziness and nausea washed over him. He bit his lower lip hard, suppressing the urge to vomit, removed his outer robe, rolled up the sleeves, and knelt directly beside the nearest imperial guard who was about to faint from blood loss.

The soldier had a deep, long wound cleaved open by a long-handled sword, with his skin and flesh turned inside out, covered by dark red scabs, and blood was still slowly seeping out.

Looking at his terrible wound and then at the old man's terrified yet hopeful face, Li Xiang couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

—I'm a germaphobe!

But—human life is at stake.

Even my obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness is no longer a concern.

Li Xiang first heated the steel needles with fire, then threaded them with boiled plain thread as a form of disinfection.

"Bear with it!"

Then, Li Xiang suppressed his nausea and, under the astonished gazes of Liu Zhi, Li Chengqian, Qiu Xinggong, and others, carefully rinsed the blood and debris around his wound with wine.

The few remaining Imperial Guards around them, barely clinging to life, watched in shock.

The imperial grandson, a man of the highest rank and noble bloodline, actually stooped down to touch the blood-stained wounds of these lowly soldiers.

Without anesthetic, Li Xiang could only find a twig and have the man bite it.

The man convulsed in pain, but gritted his teeth and groaned silently, afraid to move. After the wound was cleaned, Li Xiang picked up a steel needle, steadied his fingertips, and carefully stitched up the wound, one stitch at a time.

"This—" Mrs. Su was extremely surprised. "Humans—can actually be sewn with needle and thread?"

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