As he gradually fell into a disadvantage, Xiao Wangye decided not to entangle with them further and retreated while fighting.
How could those people not see his intentions? Instead, they pressed closer, leaving him no room to maneuver.
Under such intense encirclement and killing, Xiao Wangye's strength began to wane, and he soon sustained injuries.
The opponents did not let go of any opportunity to harm him, stabbing him until he bled profusely, staining his robes red.
Xiao Wangye knew that if he delayed any longer, he would truly die here. With a gritted teeth, he fought desperately, breaking through their encirclement and making a swift escape.
The assassins were still unwilling to give up and tried to pursue him. They only turned back in anger when they reached a populated area.
Meanwhile, Xiao Wangye was already covered in wounds, his consciousness beginning to blur.
Only one belief sustained him: he absolutely had to deliver the Starflower and Blood Mustard Seed to Ye Qingcheng.
A hurried knock on the door suddenly broke the silence. Ye Qingcheng, who was in the room researching a new prescription, was startled. She quickly went to the door and opened it.
A blood-red figure, exuding a strong scent of blood, rushed towards her. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Xiao Wangye!
Ye Qingcheng panicked. Flustered, she helped him into the room and called for the guards outside to fetch medicinal herbs for her.
Sitting by Xiao Wangye's side again, she looked at his blood-stained clothes and felt a pang in her heart.
As Ye Qingcheng was about to unfasten his clothes to examine his injuries, a hand suddenly grabbed hers.
"The herbs... I... I brought them back for you..."
As he spoke, the dazed Xiao Wangye took out the Starflower and Blood Mustard Seed from his embrace. Despite his severe injuries, these two items were still preserved intact.
Seeing this, Ye Qingcheng understood everything. Her nose stung, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I know. You should rest well now. Don't speak."
Taking the two medicinal herbs, Ye Qingcheng soothed him while her hands moved to completely remove his clothes.
The glaring wounds made it difficult for her to bear looking. The wounds were all bleeding, and in some places, the flesh had turned inside out.
After speaking his last words to Ye Qingcheng, Xiao Wangye's eyes closed, and he lost consciousness, falling into a deep slumber.
Seeing the shocking wounds on his body, the latter quickly took out hemostatic agent from her medical kit and sprayed it on.
She then brought hot water and used a wet towel to clean his wounds, which finally managed to stop the bleeding.
However, Xiao Wangye's complexion was extremely pale, and his condition was critical.
Ye Qingcheng was busy, her forehead covered in sweat. Fortunately, the guards brought another doctor to help care for Xiao Wangye.
"Where... where did Your Highness get these injuries? They're so severe!"
As soon as the doctor arrived, he first took Xiao Wangye's pulse. His expression instantly turned grim, and his words were urgent.
Ye Qingcheng stood silently by the side, doing her utmost to control herself and prevent tears from falling from her eyes.
How could she not know that Xiao Wangye, lying unconscious on the bed, was on the brink of death?
Even though she had done her best to stop the bleeding, Xiao Wangye had already lost too much blood before arriving, and his current situation was extremely perilous.
Yang Ming, who had been guarding the room, heard that the doctor was helpless and immediately went out to find another one, his footsteps quick.
Four or five doctors came in succession, all shaking their heads and sighing, each stating they were powerless.
Xiao Wangye had too many wounds, had lost an immense amount of blood, and each blow had hit a vital spot. The situation was already beyond recovery.
Ye Qingcheng sat by the bedside helplessly, her eyes fixed on Xiao Wangye, whose face was pale as if all life had gone, her mind in a chaotic mess.
If this were modern times, she could have given him a blood transfusion to save his life. But now, in ancient times, the medical standards were completely inadequate.
She was filled with regret. If it weren't for her needing to find the Starflower and Blood Mustard Seed, how could Xiao Wangye have been attacked and ended up in this predicament?
If she had kept a closer eye on him, she wouldn't have given him the opportunity to sneak out to the mountain to gather herbs and be ambushed.
The more Ye Qingcheng thought about it, the more sorrowful and self-reproaching she became, her heart filled with bitterness.
"No, you won't die like this. You still have so many ambitions, so much intelligence and talent yet to be displayed. I refuse to believe you would leave like this."
She murmured softly, shaking her head and refusing to acknowledge Xiao Wangye's current state, escaping reality with all her heart.
Even though she was a physician and knew that what these doctors said was correct, with the current medical standards, it was impossible to save Xiao Wangye.
She was unwilling to face such a situation.
The doctors in the room were also discussing feasible methods, but they would propose one and then reject it, sighing repeatedly, gradually giving up.
Only Ye Qingcheng frantically searched her mind for a way to save Xiao Wangye, refusing to let go of any opportunity.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck her.
"I've got it!"
Ye Qingcheng exclaimed suddenly, a joyous smile appearing on her face.
The gazes of the doctors were drawn to her, all looking at her with expressions of bewilderment.
Ye Qingcheng stood up and said to them:
"Legend has it, there is a needle technique that can bring people back from the brink of death, called the Soul Returning Needle Technique. This technique can save Your Highness's life."
Upon hearing her words, the doctors became even more confused, looking at each other with puzzled expressions.
They seemed to have never heard of such a needle technique, but due to the credibility Ye Qingcheng had previously established in their minds, they did not dare to speak offensively.
Seeing the confusion in their eyes, Ye Qingcheng knew in her heart that they might not understand what she was referring to.
The Soul Returning Needle Technique she spoke of was little-known even in modern times, let alone in this era.
So she continued to explain: "This Soul Returning Needle Technique can save a person as long as they still have a breath left."
Hearing this, the doctors' eyes widened, and they all showed shocked expressions.
Could such a miraculous needle technique exist in the world? Deep down, they did not believe it. Even though Ye Qingcheng's medical skills had impressed them these days, this claim seemed too miraculous.
"However, this needle technique is very risky to use and requires two conditions. One is that it must be used when the patient is on the verge of death, and the other is that the needles must be inserted at noon, when the sun is at its strongest. Only if both conditions are met can this technique be effective."
Ye Qingcheng spoke to herself without observing their expressions, a solemn look on her face.
Because this requirement indicated that the prerequisite for her to save Xiao Wangye with the Soul Returning Needle Technique was that he must be on the verge of death at noon.
Who could control this?
Upon hearing this, the doctors all shook their heads and expressed their opposition, saying:
"Doctor Ye, this is absolutely not possible! We have never heard of this needle technique, and we dare not gamble with His Highness's life."