Chapter 73

During this period, a person came, wearing a black python robe, a crown, and a jade belt around his waist. There was a scar on his forehead to the center of the left eyebrow. He had a handsome and resolute face, and his eyes were like lightning.

After exchanging glances with Prince An, he stood aside, Zian didn't notice him, and was concentrating on sewing Murong Jie's body stitch by stitch.

There was sweat on her head, and Murong Zhuangzhuang wiped it off for her, waiting on her side like a little daughter-in-law.

The stitching lasted for an hour, no matter how skilled the technique was, it was not worth the backwardness of the equipment.

When Zian stood up, his body was already overwhelmed, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted on the ground.

The man who just arrived reached out to help Zian, and said indifferently: "Be careful."

Zi'an's hands trembled from stitching, and they rested on the man's wrist, trembling uncontrollably.

Her face was that gray and pale, she raised her head, glanced at him, and immediately remembered whether Lao Shizi's man and woman could kiss each other, so she let him go immediately.

Murong Zhuangzhuang brought a chair for Zian to sit down, and thoughtfully handed him a glass of water, then looked at Zian with tears in his eyes, "How is Lao Qi?"

Zian drank all the water in the glass, put down the glass and clasped his hands, controlling his trembling. Hearing Murong Zhuangzhuang's question, he knew that everyone was waiting for her answer.

how is he?

She doesn't know.

Looking back at him blankly, he was as quiet as a dilapidated doll, barely breathing.

"After half an hour, give him acupuncture points." She didn't want to explain that she wanted to pierce into the bone marrow on the back to stimulate hematopoietic stem cells to make blood. After mentioning acupuncture points, they probably wouldn't ask any more questions.

Murong Zhuangzhuang asked with a trembling voice: "Will Lao Qi die?"

Zian looked at her, opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

Yes, very likely to die.

However, she couldn't say it, she didn't dare to say it, and she didn't dare to believe it.

She wants to tell herself that although Murong Jie is her future husband-in-law, but the decree has not yet been issued and the matter has not been implemented, the two of them have nothing to do with each other, and Murong Jie's life and death have nothing to do with her.

At most, she would lose a backer, but she could still fight Xia Cheng, and she had enough confidence to survive.

"Xiao Tuo, last time you came back from a victorious battle, didn't the emperor reward you with a thousand-year-old ginseng?" Seeing that Zian did not answer Murong Zhuangzhuang's words, Prince An suddenly asked.

Xiao Tuo is the man in the python robe who just arrived.

When Prince An said this, he suddenly raised his head, "Yes, I'm in the waiting mansion, and I haven't eaten yet."

He turned around and went out, saying in his mouth: "I'll send someone back to pick it up."

Su Qing said: "The last general will ride his horse to get it." After finishing speaking, he also went out.

Murong Zhuangzhuang asked Zi'an, "Is ginseng useful? I have a lot of ginseng, snow lotus, and many valuable medicinal materials in my house."

Zi'an said: "Ginseng is fine, it nourishes qi and blood."

The best way is blood transfusion, there is no way to do blood transfusion, only medication.

When Xiao Tuo came back, he stood by the bed, looked at Murong Jie with a very serious expression, the scar from his forehead to the center of his eyebrows was twisted up, which made people not feel hideous, but added a bit of majesty.

"How many people were injured? Did anyone die?" Prince An stepped forward and asked.

Xiao Tuo said: "Six people died, and the rest were injured. When I arrived, they were already lying down."

"What a vicious method!" Prince An said through gritted teeth.

Xiao Tuo said coldly: "There are traitors."

Prince An was taken aback, "A traitor?"

"If there were no traitors, how could this operation be discovered? This operation was a temporary initiative, and no one knew about it except for the few people who set out."

"You mean," Prince An lowered his voice, "some of the wounded outside are traitors?"

"No, the traitor is dead." Xiao Tuo's eyes were cold and stern, "I checked the body of the deceased, and one of them had a tattoo on the sole of his foot, which was the same as the enemy we found in Miaoshan. .”

Hearing this, Zian raised his head and looked at Xiao Tuo in surprise, Liang Zi? Is it from King Liang? But King Liang is still ill now, and considering that Murong Jie has a very good relationship with King Liang, why did King Liang want to kill Murong Jie?

Prince An said: "He's dead, and he can't be tracked down."

"They have severely frustrated our people this time, and even injured the prince, so they must kill the traitor." Xiao Tuo said.

Prince An didn't speak, but frowned and looked at Murong Jie worriedly.

Murong Zhuangzhuang guarded Murong Jie, sometimes wiped his face, sometimes rubbed his hands, and said: "This hand should be warmer, it's so cold that it's scary."

Zian curled up on the chair with her feet crossed. This posture made her feel safe, and she no longer cared about indecent issues.

The waiting time is the hardest.

I just got stitches and I can't move my body, so I can't put stitches in my back, so I can only wait.

Everyone thought that Zian would do something, so they had been waiting for her, but seeing her curled up on the chair, doing nothing, everyone realized that there was nothing to do now.

Xiao Tuo looked at Zian, and asked anxiously: "How is he doing now? Is it good or bad, what can you say?"

Zian raised his head, only feeling that the person in front of him was a little ethereal, one gave birth to two...

She didn't answer, just took out the needle and pricked it behind her ear.

Seeing her like this, Xiao Tuo was very surprised, and was about to ask again, when Prince An pulled him away, and said: "You let her rest, a lot of things happened these few days, she is very tired."

"You have to save people even if you're tired." Xiao Tuo felt that Prince An's statement was unreasonable. She was still in bed with uncertainties about her life and death. What's wrong with her being tired?

When he ordered people to find Prince An, Prince An heard the situation and insisted on going back to bring Xia Zi'an here. If not, he would have entered the palace and asked the imperial doctor to leave the palace.

Now it seems that I still have to go to the imperial doctor.

Therefore, he said to Prince An: "I suggest, let the imperial doctor leave the palace, the situation is too critical."

Prince An shook his head, "It's useless, if even she can't help, the imperial doctor can't help."

Xiao Tuo just thought it was ridiculous, "Will her medical skills be better than the imperial doctor's?"

"Ah Xin was saved by her." Prince An said calmly.

"So what?" Xiao Tuo looked quite disdainful, "Sickness and injury are different, maybe she just happened to know how to treat that kind of disease? How many people in the whole country have better medical skills than the imperial doctor? It's impossible to be a young girl."

These words were tinged with contempt, but Zian acted as if he had never heard of them, and he was only thinking about acupuncture for a while.

Stimulating the bone marrow with needles to promote blood production is very dangerous. If you accidentally injure the spinal nerves, even if you survive, you may never be able to stand up again.

For Murong Jie, this was worse than death.

Moreover, it can't be said that once is enough, once, twice, three times, every four hours or two hours, you have to stab once, and then cooperate with blood transfusion decoction to have a chance of life.

She racked her brains and thought about many ancient prescriptions she had read, but for such a patient with severe blood loss and severe trauma, she really had no better way.

Moreover, the most feared thing is wound infection.