Chapter 574 Cooperate with her actions

Could it be that Prince Mo Beihan's elder is his father or grandfather? Or maybe it's his uncle or something?

Prince Dingbei is a member of the royal family, so aren’t his elders also members of the royal family?

She regretted taking this trip into troubled waters, but things had reached this point and she couldn't help but retreat.

So, under the glare of the well-dressed man, Qiao Ran strode forward and stepped onto the carriage.

The man wanted to stop him, but Mo Beihan stretched out his hand to block him.

Miss Qiao had already entered the carriage, and Mo Beihan's smile dropped and he lowered his voice to warn:

"Mo Yan, do you think I will harm my great-uncle? I told you that Miss Qiao is the master of the ghost doctor, and you don't believe me? The ghost doctor is no longer in my house, and has gone to Miss Qiao's house in Devil Valley. The carriage has rushed there to return it. It takes two-quarters of an hour. When you find the ghost doctor and delay my great-uncle's condition, can you, a little shadow guard, afford it?"

When the man named Mo Yan heard what he said, a tangled look flashed across his face. He didn't know whether to believe what this demon king said.

However, what he said made sense. The person inside was indeed the prince's great-uncle. He had no reason and did not dare to harm that person.

As the shadow guard of the person inside, I am only responsible for the safety of my master, and my destiny is closely linked to my master.

As long as the master lives, they can live.

If the master dies naturally and can transfer them to others before dying, then they can continue to live and become Shadow Guards.

But if the master dies unexpectedly, then the shadow guards like them will also have to be buried with him.

"Your Majesty, but that girl..."

"I guarantee with the head on my neck that there is nothing wrong with her! If anything happens to my great uncle, it will be on my head! It has nothing to do with you!"

Moyan was confused for a moment and didn't know whether he should continue to stop the girl.

Qiao Ran could not care about the entanglement of the people outside. As soon as she entered the carriage, she found that the carriage looked very simple and unpretentious on the outside, but the interior decoration was very luxurious.

Not only is there a bronze heater for heating, but the walls of the carriage are all softly wrapped and made of very fine silk.

There was a stool on one side and a soft sleeper on the other side. It was covered with a large piece of tiger skin and there was a valuable-looking jade pillow at one end.

Lying on the soft couch was an old man dripping with sweat, his face cyanotic, and clutching his chest.

Kneeling next to the soft couch was another doctor in Tsing Yi with white hair and beard. He was placing his hand on the old man's pulse with an anxious look on his face.

When Qiao Ran saw the condition of the man on the couch, she stepped forward and pulled up the kneeling man and threw him on the bench beside him. She stepped forward and pulled down the old man's clothes.

After a simple inspection, it was found that the old man's neck and chest wall skin had large areas of subcutaneous air accumulation. The old man had difficulty breathing and shortness of breath, and was clutching the clothes on his chest. It was obvious that he had chest tightness and chest pain.

The situation was very critical, and the man who looked like a doctor just now was still slowly checking his pulse. Qiao Ran almost wanted to curse her.

She didn't dare to delay at all, and immediately took out her silver needle bag from her small cloth bag, put it on the couch, opened it, took out the longest and thickest silver needle, and pierced it directly into the old man's chest.

"You...what are you doing?"

The doctor in Tsing Yi who was thrown onto the bench was so frightened when he saw that the little girl who just broke in was actually trying to assassinate her that he didn't care about the pain in the back of his head that had just hit the wall of the carriage. He hurriedly got up and rushed to stop her.

But as soon as he stood up, Qiao Ran quickly reached out and touched his numb hole. She immediately fell back on the stool and stared at the daring female assassin.

But he saw the female assassin piercing the long silver needle in her hand into the chest of the old man on the couch. A soft sound was heard, and the doctor in Tsing Yi was shocked to see that from the long silver needle, From a small hole on the top of the silver needle, traces of gas visible to the naked eye emerged.

Seeing that the first first aid measure had taken effect, Qiao Ran immediately shouted to Mo Beihan outside the carriage:

"Mr. Mo, hurry up and drive the carriage to your house, and then have people surround the carriage. No one is allowed to enter the carriage, including you! I need absolutely no interference. The patient will definitely be rescued in an hour."

When Mo Beihan heard that Qiao Ran was so sure that he could rescue the people on the carriage, his heart was relieved.

In fact, he took a huge risk by doing this.

If something happened to the people on the carriage and Miss Qiao died after entering the carriage, not only him, but the entire Dingbei Palace would be punished.

But he had to do this. When he heard Mo Yan saying that the people in the carriage were in critical condition, he knew that there was no other way but to let Miss Qiao get into the carriage immediately for treatment.

Not to mention that no one as powerful as Miss Qiao could be found in the entire capital, including the palace. Even if one could be found, the time for treatment would be missed.

But the man in the carriage was his elder after all, and he had to save him, so he took the huge risk and took all the responsibility on himself.

Now that he heard Miss Qiao say that the imperial uncle was saved, he naturally had to listen to her words and cooperate with her actions.

"Okay, Miss Qiao, be careful, I will drive the carriage back now!"

After saying that, Mo Beihan pushed Mo Yan off the carriage, grabbed the riding whip from his hand, and gave instructions:

"You drive Miss Qiao's carriage and my horse to Prince Dingbei's Mansion!"

Before he finished speaking, the whip in his hand had already hit the horse, and the carriage immediately rushed in towards the city gate.

Mo Yan had just taken two steps to catch up, then stomped her feet, got on the little girl's carriage, drove the carriage with one hand, and held the prince's horse with the other, chasing after him towards Dingbei Prince's Mansion.

In the carriage, Qiao Ran raced against time to spread a handful of powder on the faces of the wide-eyed doctor in green and the old man on the couch, and both of them fell asleep.

Qiao Ran didn't waste a second. Almost as soon as the powder was thrown out, a drop of blood from his finger dripped into the mouth of the old man on the couch, and then he was brought directly into the space.

Mo Beihan tried his best to drive the carriage as fast and steady as possible, not daring to jolt the people in the carriage.

But he didn't know that there was only one sleeping imperial doctor left in the carriage, and the other two people had disappeared.

After driving the carriage to the entrance of Prince Dingbei's Mansion, Mo Beihan shouted from a distance: "Open the door quickly! Open the door quickly!"

The concierge hurriedly opened the door that allowed the carriage to pass freely, and Mo Beihan drove the carriage into the house and parked it on a lawn in the front yard.

Then, with his order, Mu Er led a dozen secret guards to surround the carriage, preventing anyone from getting close to it.

Mo Beihan also got off the carriage and walked outside the circle, looking worriedly at the carriage with its doors and windows closed.

When Mo Yan drove the carriage and led the horse to Prince Dingbei's Mansion, he saw that his carriage was surrounded by people from Prince Dingbei's Mansion.

He got off the carriage, threw away the rope, and wanted to walk towards his carriage.

However, Mu Er stopped him.