Chapter 385 Can’t Stand up Anymore

The jailer looked around vigilantly to prevent anyone from passing by, as if letting the wind blow.

This feeling made the jailer's expression very complicated, and he didn't know why he risked his head to put the person in.

Probably he couldn't bear to see such a little prince die in a cell. After all, he also had such a big son who would act coquettishly in his mother's arms. However, the prince who was born in the royal family had already lost his mother and was still Life is not guaranteed.

Thinking about this, the jailer felt better. When he saw the rustling noise coming from behind him, he couldn't help but turn around and saw the girl tearing open her sleeves. He became a little anxious and said: " What are you doing? I just asked you to go in and see him. Come out as soon as you are done. Someone will be here soon!"

Han Fei raised her head. Her face was terrifyingly ferocious, as if she was about to kill someone, especially those eyes with a strange red light. She said word by word: "Give me some more time."

The jailer was so frightened by those eyes that he didn't dare to say a word, let alone refute. At that moment, he felt as if his soul had been strangled.

The jailer turned around silently, almost crying, so he had no choice but to continue his role as a watchman.

Han Fei used all her self-control to control her hands more steadily. Her trembling would aggravate the child's pain.

His wound was too serious, and what was even worse was that because it had not been treated for a long time, the flesh and blood had fused with the clothes, and it would be extremely painful to tear the clothes apart.

Han Fei couldn't help but said: "Cheer, hold on a little longer, it will hurt a lot, but you can hold on. I believe you."

Han Fei took a deep breath and ripped open his pants bit by bit, while the unconscious child was so painful that he twitched.

His little body was twitching, and his face was full of pain.

Han Fei was heartbroken, but she didn't dare to stop. She peeled off all the clothes in one go. This action also caused the wounds that had been clotted to be torn open again, and blood poured out.

Han Fei suddenly said: "I want water! Hurry!"

When the jailer heard this, he was very depressed, but by some strange coincidence, he went to get a bowl of clean water and brought it over.

Han Fei dipped a cloth strip into clean water, cleaned the dirt on his knees bit by bit, and took out all the gravel.

Han Fei took out the dagger, which Mang Ye had specially given to her because he was afraid that she would be in danger. She burned the candle with the dagger a few times to sterilize it, and then stuffed a piece of cloth into the child's mouth. To prevent him from screaming.

The rotten flesh on the knee must be cut off, otherwise the wound will remain inflamed.

Han Fei took deep breaths several times before she finally calmed down and cut off the rotten flesh in one go at the most stable speed.

The severe pain caused the child to scream and wake up, but the thing in his mouth blocked his scream and he began to struggle desperately.

Han Fei was sweating profusely and said quickly: "Hold him down!"

The jailer hurriedly helped her suppress the child's struggle, and Han Fei quickly dug out the remaining rotten flesh in one go.

Suddenly, bright red blood flowed out.

The dirty ground was dyed red.

The child's nerves were twitching in pain, tears fell in large numbers, and the pupils of his eyes were clearly visible.

Han Fei was also crying. As she cried, she threw away the dagger. Then she quickly took out the prepared medicinal powder she had brought with her and sprinkled it all in one go, covering the wound as big as a bowl. The blood dyed the powder red, and Han Fei sprinkled a thick layer on it. This was the best hemostatic powder she had prepared.

Afterwards, Han Fei used the torn strips of cloth to wrap up the child's wounds. She wrapped them very hard to tie up the bones that had come out, otherwise they would protrude in the future.

But this process almost killed the child. He repeatedly passed out from the pain and woke up from the pain.

Even the jailer who was watching everything and helping to hold the child couldn't bear to see this process. He almost didn't dare to look at the bloody scene. How could such a young child bear it? How painful it is!

When the child's legs were entangled, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief. She was sweating profusely, her face was pale, and she looked weak. This look was no better than the child's face.

This process consumed all Han Fei's strength, and her hands and feet were a little weak at the moment.

The child had passed out from the pain, but he was still breathing, so Han Fei felt relieved a little.

The jailer let go of his hand, looked at Han Fei's appearance, and couldn't help but said: "You, how do you know so much?"

Han Fei shook her head and had no strength to speak.

The jailer said again: "Your technique is very powerful. How can he survive?"

Han Fei was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know."

This injury is too serious. Even if she has dealt with it now, what is more important is the subsequent recovery and whether there will be inflammation.

Without better disinfection tools, it is the most likely way to cause inflammation, and once inflammation occurs, children cannot resist it with their current physique.

The jailer looked at Han Fei and said, "You have to get out, otherwise you will be discovered."

Han Fei got up in embarrassment and almost fell down. Her hands and feet were so weak that she could hardly support the weight of her body.

Han Fei knew that the jailer had helped her a lot, and he couldn't do more, so he thanked her seriously and bowed.

The jailer sighed silently and said nothing.

When she was about to leave the cell, Han Fei heard a faint call from behind.

It's very small, so light it's almost inaudible.

If Han Fei hadn't suddenly felt a tremor, she might not have heard.

She turned her head sharply, grabbing the railing with both hands, desperately trying to put her head in to hear better.

She heard the child crying softly, lowly, like a small animal crying.

"Fat Fat... Fatty..."

"Pangpang... where are you..."

"Pangpang...I hurt...it hurts..."

"Pangpang...my mother is dead...you don't want me anymore..."

"It hurts... don't hit... it hurts..."

The tears that Han Fei finally stopped fell again. She cried so much that she bent over and knelt on the ground. She said desperately: "Che'er, wait for me, I will bring you back, I will definitely bring you back!"

"Pangpang...why..."

"Pangpang... don't betray me... Pangpang..."

The voice got lower little by little until it finally disappeared.

Two lines of clear tears fell from the child's tightly closed eyes.

Han Fei couldn't bear it anymore. She covered her mouth and swallowed all her crying. She knelt on the ground, her heart broken.

The jailer stood aside, watching this scene, just sighing and sighing.

Han Fei finally understood why Qin Che never wanted to tell why his legs were injured in future generations.

She never thought that he could not stand up like this.

She hated, hated herself, and hated herself even more for being weak.