Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

Tai Hospital.

Guan Hanlin's surgery is still in full swing.

Although the old marshal was not as serious as Ye Jingyu who had his heart broken, his complexity far exceeded that of the little emperor.

After all, it was a puncture. With such a big wound, the amount of blood loss can be imagined. Fortunately, there was plasma in Ye Jinglan's operating room. After comparing the blood type, he gave the old marshal a blood transfusion in time.

Yin Qingxuan looked up and saw type A on the plasma bag. She hesitated and said, "I also have type A blood. If you need plasma, I can replenish it."

She knew that it was not easy to find people to donate blood in ancient times. People here advocated that the body's hair and skin should be inherited from parents and should not be damaged.

Ye Jinglan said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I still have a lot of plasma. When I really need it, it won't be too late to find you."

"Ok."

Yin Qingxuan wiped Ye Jinglan's sweat with a towel, and then looked at the heart monitor.

It shows that Marshal Guan's heartbeat is very good and has always been in a very normal band. As long as there is no major accident, Marshal Guan should be fine.

In the blink of an eye, another half an hour passed.

Ye Jinglan finally finished treating the injury and began to perform the final sutures.

His hands are very fast and his stitches are very fine.

After burning a stick of incense, Ye Jinglan tied a beautiful knot on the old marshal's wound.

He said in a relaxed tone: "We're done. As long as we get through tonight, I guarantee that this old man will be fine."

After he finished speaking, his hand paused again.

Hearing the prompt in his head, Ye Jinglan's eyes suddenly flashed with unconcealable excitement.

It was an S+ again, and even he couldn't help but want to call him awesome!

"What's wrong?" Yin Qingxuan asked nervously.

"fine."

Ye Jinglan suppressed the excitement in his eyes, carried the old marshal to the bed in the hospital, and took out some anti-inflammatory medicine from the box.

He said in a good mood: "These are free gifts. Let the old man eat on time. Moreover, he cannot move for the time being. I will come back to change his dressing in three days."

Yin Qingxuan nodded and said, "Okay, I've written it all down. I owe you another favor this time."

Ye Jinglan said calmly: "Let's pay the debt first. Don't be afraid to settle the debt if you have it."

He waved his hand to take back the medical space.

"You can call them in, but you still have to keep an eye on his pulse and make sure you don't get an infection."

"Ah."

Yin Qingxuan came to the door and opened it.

Ye Jingyu was pacing at the door. When he saw Yin Qingxuan, he immediately asked urgently: "How is the old marshal?"

Yin Qingxuan smiled slightly and said: "It has been dealt with. If nothing happens tonight, the old marshal will be fine."

Ye Jingyu had already stepped through the door, and suddenly saw that the cotton cloth wrapped around Guan Hanlin's body was the same as the one used to bandage him, and he couldn't help but feel a little doubt in his heart.

Could it be that Ye Jinglan also treated his injuries?

Ye Jinglan bowed to Ye Jingyu.

"If there is nothing else, I will leave."

He behaved maturely, but his voice still had the unique tenderness of a child.

Ye Jingyu's sharp gaze turned around on that delicate little face.

He nodded and said, "I'm sorry to bother my brother."

"Your Majesty, please take my leave."

Ye Jinglan cupped his hands and ran quickly.

This operation earned him a large sum of money.

And what he likes is naturally a hot weapon.

But if you want to buy it, I'm afraid you will have to undergo several major surgeries...

In the hall, Imperial Physician Liang had put his hand on Marshal Guan's pulse.

The pulse that was so subtle just now is now really strong.

Imperial Physician Liang couldn't help but marveled.

"How on earth is this done?"

He looked at Yin Qingxuan, but Yin Qingxuan pretended not to see it.

She couldn't explain this.

Ye Jingyu has arrived at the bedside.

"If Doctor Liang says this, does it mean that the old marshal has improved?"

Imperial Physician Liang said with emotion: "That's true. I didn't expect that King Fuyi would have such attainments in medical skills at such a young age. I am not as good as me."

Ye Jingyu nodded and said slowly: "I also didn't know that my seventh brother was proficient in Qihuang. No matter what, it would be great if he can be rescued. You and I will work harder tonight so that we can take care of the old marshal."

"Yes."

All the imperial doctors knelt down and said in unison: "I will do my best."

"Get up."

After Ye Jingyu finished speaking, he ordered Li Defu who was following him: "Send someone to call Qin Tian over, and send additional guards here to guard him strictly."

"Yes, the slave will do it now."

After Li Defu left, Ye Jingyu turned to Yin Qingxuan.

"If the old marshal is not awake, even if we are here, it will be in vain. Xuan'er should go back with me first."

Yin Qingxuan wanted to stay, but the room was full of imperial doctors, and there was really no place for her to stay, so she left the anti-inflammatory pills with Imperial Doctor Liang.

"Take this medicine in the morning and evening, two tablets each time, without interruption. In addition, you must check the old marshal's pulse frequently. If there is any abnormal beating, you must go to Jinwu Palace to find me immediately."

"The old minister obeyed."

Doctor Liang took the pills and thought to himself, he must study them carefully this time.

Ye Jingyu glanced at the white pill. If he ground it into powder, wouldn't it be the white powder he took?

Based on this inference, Xuan'er should have known that Ye Jinglan knew medical skills.

How did they get to know each other?

The idea of ​​exploring flashed through his mind, and was suppressed by Ye Jingyu. The most important thing was to find Ashlan at the moment, and everything else was secondary.

Yin Qingxuan had already followed out and asked softly: "What is the emperor thinking about?"

Ye Jingyu came to his senses instantly.

"I'm wondering how Asilan got Guan Xiao's favor."

"Maybe Guan Xiao has been caught by them..."

Halfway through Yin Qingxuan's words, she suddenly remembered that time she met A Chou. She tracked the back of Zuihongyuan, and the person who came out of it was Guan Xiao.

That day, she really thought that Guan Xiao had a crush here, but now that she thought about it, it was no accident.

Could it be that Guan Xiao is really in cahoots with Jiang Wu?

Or was he the one who assassinated the old marshal?

Soon, she rejected her idea.

Guan Xiao has great respect for the old marshal. He should not be able to do such a treasonous thing.

He must have been deceived by the thief Aslan.

Yin Qingxuan couldn't help but feel a headache when she thought of Ashlan's many tricks and unpredictable changes.

The two of them had their own thoughts and no one spoke.

As they were about to arrive at Jinwu Palace, they suddenly saw a guard walking in front of him with his head lowered.

Li Defu couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. The palace guards always patrolled in teams, and he had never seen one walking alone.

I couldn't help but ask.

"Which team of guards are you from? Why are you alone in the palace?"

The man didn't answer and was in front of Ye Jingyu in a blink of an eye.

Yin Qingxuan couldn't help but look at the person coming, and saw a flash of cold light, and a dagger shot out, heading straight for Ye Jingyu's throat.