Panic, My Father Just Fainted from Blood

Eastern Palace study.

It was in complete disarray.

Zhu Di and Crown Princess Zhang were the first to arrive. When they saw Zhu Gaochi lying in a pool of blood, a black arrow shaft protruding from his chest, unconscious, their faces instantly turned deathly pale.

"Gaochi!"

"My son!"

The Crown Princess's vision went black, and she nearly fainted on the spot, but was thankfully supported by a wet nurse beside her.

Zhu Di also trembled all over, a monstrous rage and lingering fear surging in his heart.

He rushed to his son's side in three quick strides, reached out to check his breathing, and found that although it was weak, there was still a breath of life. Only then did he slightly relax.

"Imperial physicians! Where are the imperial physicians! Get over here, damn it!"

Zhu Di's roar echoed throughout the Eastern Palace.

Several imperial physicians who had accompanied him scrambled in. Upon seeing the scene before them, they were all terrified out of their wits.

The head physician stepped forward tremblingly, examined Zhu Gaochi's injuries, and his face grew even more grave.

"Reporting to Your Majesty... His Highness the Crown Prince's injuries... are extremely perilous."

He pointed at the arrow, his voice trembling, "This arrow has penetrated deeply, missing the heart by a mere hair's breadth."

"Furthermore, the arrowhead appears to have barbs. If it's forcibly pulled out, it could cause massive bleeding, and then... even the gods couldn't save him!"

"And..." the physician hesitated, but then braced himself and said, "His Highness... he was already frail, and now he has suffered such a severe blow, combined with shock, his vital energy has attacked his heart. He is at the end of his rope..."

His words were not finished, but the meaning was clear.

Prepare for the funeral.

"Useless! All of you are useless!"

Zhu Di, enraged, kicked the physician, sending him sprawling to the ground.

"What good are you all if I keep you! You can't even pull out an arrow?"

"Father, please calm your anger!"

Just then, Zhu Zhanji arrived, supporting Hu Shanxiang, who was also deathly pale.

Seeing his father's tragic state, he was extremely anxious, but he forced himself to remain calm and advised Zhu Di, "The priority now is to save Father, not to assign blame!"

The entire study was enveloped in an atmosphere of despair and panic.

The Crown Princess was already sobbing uncontrollably, Zhu Zhanji's eyes were red, and he was pacing anxiously. Zhu Di was furious, and the imperial physicians knelt on the ground, trembling.

Amidst this chaos, a voice, calm to the point of being out of place, rang out.

"Everyone, get out of the way."

Zhu Zhanjun parted the crowd and strode in.

His expression was exceptionally calm, his eyes sharp. He quickly scanned everyone present, finally landing on his father lying on the ground.

He did not panic like the others. Instead, he knelt down, carefully examined the wound, flipped open his father's eyelids, and finally placed his fingers on his father's pulse.

"Zhanjun, your father..."

Seeing him, the Crown Princess seemed to have grasped at the last straw of hope, and asked tearfully.

"He won't die."

Zhu Zhanjun uttered three words, his tone plain, yet carrying an undeniable force that instantly quieted the panicked crowd.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the several trembling imperial physicians, and raised an eyebrow.

"The arrowhead has barbs, so you dare not pull it out?"

"Vital energy attacking the heart, at the end of his rope?"

He curled his lips in disdain, "My father's body is as strong as an ox. Just a few days ago, he was clamoring about having a third child. Who are you trying to fool?"

"Pfft—"

A young eunuch nearby couldn't help but snicker, then quickly covered his mouth, his face turning pale with fear.

At a time like this, His Highness Prince Zheng still had the mood to joke?

Zhu Di's face darkened like the bottom of a pot. Just as he was about to lash out, he saw Zhu Zhanjun already issuing orders.

"Someone, bring a basin of the hottest water!"

"And bring the strongest shaodaozi wine, scissors, tweezers, and clean cotton cloth!"

His commands were clear and decisive, carrying an air of authority from long-held power, making people instinctively want to obey.

Soon, everything was ready.

Zhu Zhanjun first disinfected the scissors and tweezers with the strong liquor. His skilled movements stunned the imperial physicians.

Then, instead of touching the arrow, he unexpectedly took out an exquisite porcelain bottle from his robes and sprayed a few times gently onto Zhu Gaochi's face.

A cool mist with a faint scent of mint sprayed onto Zhu Gaochi's face.

"Mmm..."

Zhu Gaochi, who had been unconscious, suddenly let out a comfortable groan. His eyelids fluttered, and he slowly regained consciousness.

"Where... where am I?"

He opened his eyes in a daze, looking at the anxious faces surrounding him.

"Father! You're awake!"

Zhu Zhanji exclaimed, a mix of surprise and joy on his face.

"Gaochi!"

The Crown Princess also wept with joy.

Zhu Gaochi felt as if he had just woken from a long nightmare. He moved his body and suddenly felt a dull ache in his chest.

He lowered his head and saw the ferocious arrow embedded in his chest.

"Ah! An arrow! There's an arrow!"

He shrieked, rolled his eyes, and cleanly... fainted again.

The entire room: "..."

Everyone was stunned.

After all that fuss, His Highness the Crown Prince wasn't unconscious from a severe injury, but rather... he fainted from the shock of the arrow in his chest?

Zhu Di's old face instantly turned the color of a pig's liver.