The Prince Regent’s Violent Medical Consort Chapter 73: She can’t do it

Chapter 73 She Can't

During this period, a person came, wearing a black python robe, a crown, and a jade belt around the waist. There was a scar on the forehead to the left eyebrow, his face was handsome and determined, and his eyes were bright.

After he exchanged a wink with Prince An, he stood aside. Zi An didn't notice him and was concentrating on stitching up Murong Jie's body.

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

The stitches lasted for an hour. No matter how skilled the technique was, it couldn't match the backwardness of the equipment.

When Zian stood up, his body couldn't take it anymore, his eyes were dark, and he almost fainted on the ground.

The person who just arrived stretched out his hand to help Zi An and said lightly, "Be careful."

Zian's stitches made her hands tremble, and put it on the man's wrist, trembling uncontrollably.

Her face was that gray and pale, she raised her head, glanced at him, and immediately remembered that the men and women of Lao Shizi were inseparable, and hurriedly let go of him.

Murong Zhuangzhuang brought a chair and let Zi'an sit down, and handed a glass of water thoughtfully, and then looked at Zi'an with tears, "How is the seventh?"

Zi An drank the glass of water, put down the glass, and clasped her hands together to control her trembling. After listening to Murong Zhuangzhuang's question, she knew that everyone was waiting for her answer.

How is he?

She doesn't know.

Glancing blankly back at him, he was as quiet as a run-down 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 of her back to stimulate hematopoietic stem cells to run blood.

Murong Zhuangzhuang asked with a trembling voice, "Will the old seventh die?"

Zi An looked at her, opened her mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

Yes, there is a good chance of dying.

But she couldn't say it, she couldn't say it, and she couldn't believe it.

She wanted to tell herself that although Murong Jie was her future husband-in-law, the decree had not been made, the matter had not been implemented, the two had nothing to do with her, and Murong Jie's life and death had nothing to do with her.

At most, she lost a backer, but she could still fight with Xia Cheng, she had enough confidence to survive.

"Xiao Tuo, when you came back from a victory last time, didn't the emperor reward you with a thousand-year-old ginseng?" Prince An suddenly asked when Zi'an didn't answer Murong Zhuangzhuang's words.

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

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

He turned around and went out, saying, "I'll have someone go back and get it."

Su Qing said: "The last commander drove his horse to fetch it." After speaking, he followed.

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

Zi An said: "Ginseng is good, it can nourish qi and blood."

Blood transfusion is best. There is no way to transfuse blood, but medicine.

Xiao Tuo came back, stood beside the bed, looked at Murong Jie, his expression was very solemn, the scar from his forehead to the center of his eyebrows was twisted up, which made people not feel embarrassed, but it added a bit of majesty.

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

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

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

Xiao Tuo said coldly: "There is a traitor."

Prince An was startled, "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, "the wounded outside, someone is a traitor?"

"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 word tattooed on the bottom of his foot, which was the same as the enemy we found in Miaoshan. A beam character."

Zi An heard this and looked up at Xiao Tuo in surprise, Liang Zi? Is it from King Liang? But King Liang is still ill now, and looking at the relationship between Murong Jie and King Liang, why did King Liang want to ambush and kill Murong Jie?

Prince An said: "Dead, can't be traced."

"They have severely beaten our people this time, and they have also injured the prince. They must have killed the traitor and silenced them." Xiao Tuo said.

Prince An did not speak, frowning and looking at Murong Jie worriedly.

Murong Zhuangzhuang guarded Murong Jie, sometimes wiping his face, sometimes rubbing his hands, and saying, "This hand should be warm, it's so cold that people are so scared."

Zi An sits curled up in a chair with her legs crossed. This posture makes her feel safe, and she has no interest in indecent issues.

The waiting time is the hardest.

I just got stitches and I can't move my body, so I can't get a stitch on my back, I just have to wait.

Everyone thought that Zi An would do something else, so they kept waiting for her, but seeing her curled up in a chair and doing nothing, everyone understood that there was nothing to do now.

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

Zi'an raised her head, only to feel that the person in front of her was a little ethereal, one gave birth to two...

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

Xiao Tuo was very surprised to see her like this. Just as he was about to ask again, Prince An pulled him away and said, "Please let her rest for a while. A lot has happened these days, and she is very tired."

"You can save people even if you are tired." Xiao Tuo felt that Prince An's statement was unreasonable. The life and death of people were still uncertain in bed. What happened to her tiredness?

When he ordered someone to find Prince An, Prince An listened to the situation and insisted to go back and bring Xia Zian over. If not, he would have already entered the palace and asked the imperial doctor to leave the palace.

It seems that now, I still have to go to the imperial doctor.

So, 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 she can't do anything, the imperial doctor can't do anything."

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

"A Xin was saved by her." Prince An said lightly.

"So what?" Xiao Tuo looked rather disdainful, "Illness and injury are different, maybe she just happened to know how to treat that kind of disease? How many people in the whole country are better than imperial doctors? Yes, it is impossible to be a stinky little girl."

These words carry a strong contemptuous tone, but Zi An seems to have never heard of them, just thinking about the injection for a while.

It is very dangerous to stimulate the bone marrow with needles to promote blood production. If you accidentally injure the spinal nerve, you may not be able to stand up again even if you survive.

For Murong Jie, this is worse than death.

Also, you can't just say it once, once, twice, three times, every four hours, that is, two hours, you have to stab once, and then cooperate with the blood-transporting decoction to have a first-line vitality.

She searched her stomach and thought about many ancient recipes she had seen, but for such a patient with severe blood loss and serious trauma, she really had no better way.

And, the most feared thing is the wound infection.