Lian Yusheng did as he said.

Yin Yutian squeezed him away: "There are still clothes over there, you hurry up and change." ”

Then he began to take the scalpel and give Yue Jianxi a hand.

Lian Yusheng grabbed him and said in a firm tone: "I want her to live, if you can't do it, tell me immediately." ”

Yin Yutian nodded, shook him off and ignored him, and seriously began to operate on Yue Jianxi.

Lian Yusheng stepped aside to change his clothes, and the belly of his white robe was already dyed blood-red.

I can't tell if it's my own blood or the blood that Yue Jianxi shed.

Yin Yutian opened Yue Jianxi's abdominal cavity, and saw that his brows were furrowed even tighter, and the fallopian tubes were swollen to the size of a baby's fist.

The child seems to be two or three months old, and that's it, she hasn't died yet.

It's a big deal.

"The fallopian tubes have to be removed, or you will die."

"Where's the kid?"

"I don't know, cut it to know if it's alive now, even if it's alive, it will die, and the child can't survive if he is not in an environment where he can grow up."

Yin Yutian didn't give Lian Yusheng any hope.

Lian Yusheng looked at Yue Jianxi's pale face from the side, his face was tense, and sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead.

"What happens if you cut that thing you said?"

"No, now I only cut one, and whether I can conceive again in the future depends on the destiny of heaven."

He can't give any definite guarantee of these.

"Saving your life." Lian Yusheng stroked the broken hair on Yue Jianxi's forehead and glanced at the bloody womb: "Where is the child?" ”

Yin Yutian pointed: "Here, it must be cut off immediately, even with the child." ”

As he spoke, the movements of his hands did not stop, no matter what Lian Misheng's decision was, the most dangerous reason to cut it out first was what he had to do.

He handed the cut to Lian Yusheng.

Lian Yusheng was holding the potato-sized meat ball, and for the first time he was a little at a loss.

"This ...... This is my child? Even Yu Sheng was a little uneasy to speak, his hands trembled slightly, and a trace of pain passed over his face.

"Yes." Yin Yutian replied, ignored him, and continued to do unfinished business for Yue Jianxi.

The child is separated from the mother's body, and without nutrition, it is impossible to live.

Lian Yusheng stared blankly at the blurred ball of flesh and blood on his hands, and his eyes gradually deepened.

In the end, he made a decision.

Put a lump of things in your hand into a basin of water beside you, carefully, like putting down a fragile piece of rare porcelain.

The child can't die, and if Yue Jianxi can't have children in the future, how sad she will be.

Lian Yusheng slashed the wrist of his left hand with his right hand, blood seeped out, and he dripped the blood into the basin of water.

Thinking that one was too slow, he cut off his left hand and bled both hands together.

He himself had been wounded, the wound had been ruptured, and now he was bleeding, and soon his vision was blurred, his head was dizzy, and his whole body was weak.

The blood in the basin had already covered the tiny mass.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his waist and poured the powder into the basin, which is the powder that keeps the blood from clotting.

He has been supplying blood to the emperor for a long time, and he carries these things with him.

Unexpectedly, now it comes in handy.

The more Lian Yusheng let go, the more he felt weak, and his consciousness gradually faded, and finally he fell headlong on the desk.

Yin Yutian was sewing Yue Jianxi together, but he heard a sound and hurriedly looked back.

It's okay not to look at it, but it's shocking to see it.