The rebirth of the medical concubine: The regent is too cold to flirt with!

Chapter 487 Massive blood transfusion is the only option

Liu Yunzhou and Mu Jiaojiao's expressions changed.

Liu Yunzhou quickly entered the house.

Inside the house, Princess Qingling's little life force was disappearing at an extremely fast speed.

Liu Yunzhou's original estimated quarter of an hour had been shortened to half a cup of tea.

A little cold sweat broke out on Liu Yunzhou's forehead.

"Xiaolong, can my blood do it?"

"No." Xiaolong's answer was very straightforward.

"Why? Last time I was able to transfuse blood to Pei Qingyan, but why couldn't I transfuse blood to Princess Qingling?" Liu Yunzhou was very anxious.

"This is not a concept." Xiaolong said, "I can't explain it to you for a while."

"What should I do?"

"Wait until the blood comes," Xiaolong said, "How about we draw some more from that trash?"

"I think it will work." Liu Yunzhou came to the Eighth Prince again.

A lot of blood was taken from the Eighth Prince.

After taking the medicine, he lay outside sickly.

He was dizzy and exhausted.

Half asleep and half awake, he saw Liu Yunzhou approaching again holding something strange.

There was a big needle on that strange thing.

The big needle shone coldly in the candlelight.

As the cold light approached, the cold metal came close to his arm.

The Eighth Prince's eyes widened and he opened his mouth desperately.

No matter what.

He didn't have the strength to shout.

Liu Yunzhou could only let the thick needle stick into the blood vessel and draw his blood again.

He was already weak, but after another tube of blood was taken away, his vision turned black and his body trembled.

He was cold all over, even colder than when he was seriously injured before.

The feeling of death came over him, and for the first time, the Eighth Prince felt that he was so close to death.

Liu Yunzhou stuffed a few pills into the mouth of the Eighth Prince.

With the pill, the urgency of death was relieved a lot, and the Eighth Prince gradually fell into coma.

"Will he die?" Liu Yunzhou asked.

"You can't die. You'll be in a coma for two or three days at most."

"Can I smoke again?"

"Then he will really die."

"What a waste." Liu Yunzhou sneered.

While unconscious, the Eighth Prince seemed to hear a strange conversation.

At this moment, there was only one thought in his mind: Liu Yunzhou could not be offended by anyone.

He decided not to take revenge. He decided to take a detour when he saw Liu Yunzhou in the future!

With the blood of the Eighth Prince, Princess Qingling recovered slightly.

but.

This little blood is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.

Liu Yunzhou could only pray that Mu Zhengyan would dare to come back before Princess Qingling died.

"You can try using the Huiyang Nine Needles again." Xiaolong suggested.

"It won't work." Liu Yunzhou said, "It has been used once, and the effect will be greatly reduced if it is used again. The main reason for her critical condition is excessive blood loss. You have not seen her pulse. I used the Eye of Xihe to explore her. The interior scene is a dry landscape."

Xiaolong fell silent.

It's very clear.

Princess Qingling's bleeding volume has reached over [-]% of the total blood in her body.

In this case, the body's compensatory mechanism is no longer able to maintain vital signs, and massive blood transfusion is the only option.

If there is no timely blood transfusion, it will still be a dead end.

Xiaolong and Liu Yunzhou were silent.

The rain outside the eaves fell on the steps along the green tiles, making a crisp ticking sound.

The ticking sound resounded in this quiet space, like a death knell.

Every ticking sound indicates that Princess Qingling is one step closer to death.

Liu Yunzhou listened to the sound of rain.

His fingers kept tapping on the table.

"Sister Liu, Sister Liu." Mu Jiaojiao's surprised voice came, "I'm back, I'm back."

She was so excited that her voice trembled: "My father is back."

Liu Yunzhou stood up immediately and opened the door.

really.

Mu Zhengyan and others were walking quickly.

Next to Mu Zhengyan, there was a man about the same age as Mu Zhengyan.

The man was tall, well-dressed, and had an extraordinary bearing. Every move he made had a sense of luxury.

The so-called Tianhuang nobles are nothing more than that.

Liu Yunzhou recognized this person, his name was King Jinghe.

Next to King Jinghe was an equally noble woman.

The appearance of that woman was very similar to that of King Jinghe, but she was different from the majesty of King Jinghe. Even if she was naked, she could not hide her overwhelming nobility.

King Jinghe and Princess Qinghe are a pair of twins.

These two people are also the brothers and sisters of Princess Qingling.

Liu Yunzhou then saluted: "Liu Yunzhou meets King Jinghe and Princess Qinghe."

"No courtesy." Princess Qinghe and King Jinghe said together.

"I heard that sister Qingling needs a blood transfusion. Let's use ours." Princess Qinghe said, "We are brothers and sisters, so we must match her. We can give her any amount."

"Then I'm not welcome." Liu Yunzhou didn't bother to exchange pleasantries.

She tested Jing and Wang's blood first.

The blood types are the same!

Liu Yunzhou immediately arranged for a blood draw.

After that, he donated blood to Princess Qingling without stopping.

With the blood, Princess Qingling's dry blood gradually became replenished.

Liu Yunzhou felt the pulse of Princess Qingling and felt that the desolate and dry interior was returning to life, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Princess Qinghe." Liu Yunzhou saluted, "Please extend your hand."

Princess Qinghe was very proud: "I am very strong, you can pump more."

"I won't be polite. I will follow your limits." Liu Yunzhou drew another large tube of blood.

All this blood was given to Princess Qingling.

Princess Qingling's complexion is gradually recovering, and her vital signs are also gradually recovering.

Mu Jiaojiao stayed aside quietly.

It wasn't until Liu Yunzhou finished her work that she asked nervously: "Sister Liu, is my mother okay?"

"So far, yes." Liu Yunzhou said, "However, there is still a twelve-hour observation period. As long as twelve hours have passed, if Princess Qingling can wake up, it means that she has survived."

As soon as the words came out.

Mu Jiaojiao's heart was in doubt again.

"Do you mean that if my mother can't wake up after twelve hours, she will never wake up?"

"That's not true." Liu Yunzhou said, "If Princess Qingling cannot wake up at the specified time, then the time of waking up is not certain. It may be one day, one month, one year, or even maybe …”

It's a lifetime.

Liu Yunzhou didn't say any more.

"I think Princess Qingling wants to wake up more than anyone else." Liu Yunzhou said with a smile, "She must be thinking about you and your three younger brothers."

"Okay, take a look at the children first. They are tired from crying and have just fallen asleep. Be gentle and don't wake them up."

Only then did Mu Zhengyan think of the children.

He carefully walked up to the three children.

Three thin, black little monkey-like gadgets were sleeping soundly in their swaddling clothes.

When Mu Zhengyan saw these three children, his expression was a little complicated.

Mu Jiaojiao's expression became even more complicated: "They are really ugly."

Princess Qinghe said: "Children born from birth are like this. They will grow out after a while. How cute. Look at the little nose and eyes. They are the same as when you were a child."

Mu Jiaojiao's face turned bitter: "So I was so ugly when I was a child."