Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

Chapter 180 Thorough Investigation of the Murderer

Outside the city, the assassin was quickly strangled to death with the help of the men brought by Meng Wu.

Meng Wu did not dare to delay for a moment and arranged for people to carry the injured back.

"How is the Marquis?"

The guard stood outside the door, not knowing how to respond: "General, the Marquis is seriously injured and doesn't look well."

"what!"

"Can you find a doctor?"

"I've already arranged for someone to go and invite them."

"His Majesty has also been notified."

While the two were talking, they had already arrived outside the door.

Looking at the soldiers standing on the plane, Meng Wu didn't dare to go in and take a look for a moment.

"The doctor is here."

The horse came galloping quickly, kicking up dust along the way.

Chang Xing, Han Shui and others jumped off their horses without reining in their horses, and ran in carrying medicine boxes.

The soldiers at the door did not dare to stop them and quickly made way.

"Where is the Lord?"

"This room."

"bang"

The door was roughly pushed open from the outside.

Chang Qiong walked to the bedside in two or three steps, looked at Zhang Yuanqing's face and the blood on his chest, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Everyone else get out."

"Hold the lamp."

Meng Wu retracted the foot that had just stepped in and quickly asked someone to light a few more lamps, making the room brightly lit.

Without caring about anything else, Chang Qiong pulled open Zhang Yuanqing's clothes and checked the wound on his chest.

Fortunately, these people knew to use hemostatic drugs in advance.

The wound no longer bleeds.

Chang Qiong quickly treated the wound, and Han Shui began to take his pulse.

Soon, Han Shui's brows furrowed more and more tightly.

After Han Shui stood up, Lu Sheng took his pulse again.

The two men had serious expressions, and Chang Qiong also took Zhang Yuanqing's pulse.

The people outside saw the doctors taking turns to feel the Marquis' pulse, and his complexion was getting worse and worse, and their hearts were in their throats.

Meng Wu was so nervous that sweat broke out on his forehead.

It would be better if I insisted on sending the Marquis back today.

These damn assassins.

At that moment, Meng Wu arranged for people to guard the place and turned around to leave with his men.

"How is it, Brother?"

Chang Qiong sighed deeply.

The three people's eyes met, their expressions solemn.

Finally, the three of them walked aside and began to discuss in detail.

This confirmed the pharmacy.

"Quick, go and boil the medicine and bring it here."

Chang Xuan instructed his disciples, fortunately he heard the guards describe that they brought a lot of medicinal herbs when they came.

Just in use now.

On the other side, Ying Zheng rode his horse at full speed, not daring to delay along the way.

"Greetings to Your Majesty."

"Where's Zhang Qing?"

"Your Majesty, the doctor is treating the Marquis."

"lead the way."

Ying Zheng's face was full of frost, and when he saw Zhang Yuanqing lying on the bed, his anger reached its peak.

"How is Zhang Qing?"

Faced with such an angry emperor, Chang Xi and others were also frightened.

"Your Majesty, the Marquis suffered a vital injury this time, and coupled with the bumpy ride, his breathing is weak."

"I'm afraid we're not completely sure."

With every word Chang Cong said, Ying Zheng's rage grew. When Chang Cong finished his last sentence, he felt murderous intent coming towards him, as if he would die on the spot if he said one more word.

"Xia Wuqi, come in."

"promise."

Xia Wuqi's hands were shaking as he held the medicine box.

Without wasting a moment, he ran to Zhang Yuanqing's bedside and took his pulse.

Even so, Xia Wuqi already had a guess in his mind.

The medical books of Doctor Chang Xian and others are not inferior to mine, and their knowledge is even higher than mine, so they will definitely not make a wrong diagnosis.

When feeling the pulse, the longer it took, the tighter Xia Wuqi's brows furrowed and the more solemn his expression became.

Then he stood up and carefully checked the wound.

"how?"

The two words were as cold as ice, yet filled with murderous intent.

Xia Wuqi almost fell to the ground.

He didn't even dare to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Your Majesty, the Marquis's condition is as Doctor Chang Xian described."

"Your Majesty, I am not completely sure either, Lord..."

"I am discussing this with several doctors right now."

Ying Zheng stared at Zhang Yuanqing for a long time before he uttered the word "OK".

The doctors hurried out of the room.

On the other side, Qingque also came on horseback with the guards who were going to the Prime Minister's Mansion to report the news.

Behind him was a spacious carriage and some of Zhang Yuanqing's necessary things.

Without waiting for the horse to stop, Qingque jumped off the horse with messy hair.

"Where is the Marquis? I am the Marquis's maid Qingque."

As he said that, he took out his own sign.

When the soldiers saw the sign of the Prime Minister's Mansion, they naturally let them pass.

"Greetings to Your Majesty."

Qingque hurried in and saw that His Majesty was there, so he saluted hastily.

"Get up. I'll leave Zhang Qing to your care."

"If anything goes wrong, all three clans will be exterminated."

"Yes, I will take good care of you, Lord."

She took a few steps forward and saw the pale Zhang Yuanqing, and tears started to fall from her eyes.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, Qingque would have almost thought that the Marquis...

Turning around, Qingque went to the next room, where several doctors were discussing Zhang Yuanqing's condition.

"I've seen several doctors."

"I'm here to ask about the Marquis's condition. Is there anything I should be aware of?"

When several doctors saw Qingque's red eyes, Han Shui sighed and began to patiently tell Qingque how to take care of Zhang Yuanqing.

Soon, the medical disciple brought Zhang Yuanqing's medicine.

Together with Qingque, they carefully fed Zhang Yuanqing the medicine.

However, just as he put a spoonful of medicine into his mouth, it flowed out.

Qingque was anxious and at a loss.

Tears dripped down her cheeks onto her clothes.

"Help me pry open the Marquis's mouth, and I'll feed him."

Seeing Qingque standing there in a daze, he urged her again.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle."

Finally, with the efforts of the two, a bowl of medicine was drunk.

On the other side, Ying Zheng felt relieved when he saw Zhang Yuanqing finally drank the medicine.

Then turned and left.

"Where's Meng Wu?"

"Your Majesty, the general has taken his men to track down the assassin."

"The general said that the mastermind behind the assassination must be found."

Ying Zheng's expression brightened slightly. "Go, pass on my order. The Xianyang Commander must fully cooperate with Meng Wu in thoroughly investigating the assassination. Anyone who obstructs will be killed. Anyone who resists will be killed. If the murderer is found, his entire clan will be exterminated."

"Also, have Heng Qian, Wang Wan, and Feng Jie investigate this matter thoroughly. There must be no mistakes."

"promise."

Shi Yi did not dare to delay and quickly left to convey the emperor's order.

As the news of Youcheng's assassination spread in Xianyang City.

Many people quickly closed their doors.

At this time, a man was riding a horse at full speed on the street.

Meng Wu, who was searching from a distance, saw that it was Crown Prince Fusu.

When Fusu arrived, Qingque was wiping Zhang Yuanqing's face.

"Prince."

"How is the teacher?"

Fusu carefully moved a stool and sat beside the bed, looking at his teacher lying on the bed, his eyes moist.

Hearing the prince's question, Qingque, who had just stopped crying, had tears in her eyes again.

"The Marquis has sustained a vital injury this time. The doctors all said there is no guarantee."

"what!"

Fusu swayed his body and almost fell on the stool without a backrest.

Qingque hurriedly supported Fusu.

"Prince, be careful."

Fusu shook off Qingque's hand and said, "Take good care of the teacher."

In just a moment, Fusu arrived at the doctors' room.

At this time, several doctors were waiting to see Zhang Yuanqing's condition, and no one had the mind to rest.

When he saw Fusu coming, he naturally knew why the prince came.

I didn't dare to hide it at the moment.