The imperial doctors were shocked, and they didn't dare to come out, so they hurriedly went to perform their duties.

Pressing the sore temples, Luo Qingluan walked out of the hospital again.

Originally, I wanted to come to borrow and look through the classics, but I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, Luo Qingluan even felt the panic of the imperial doctors, and thought of the seriousness of the matter.

These imperial doctors still don't know the situation, they just think that the emperor is seriously ill, and the only two imperial doctors also know that Nangong Qing is not dead at this time, just in a coma, but it has become a mess like this, if other ministers know that Nangong Qing is about to die, or that he is seriously injured and will return to heaven, then what will the entire Xichu look like?

"Miss, what now?" Luo Qingluan came out of the Kongming Palace, and Dai Yue hurried over, and helped her to the Tai Hospital, but she didn't expect to see this kind of thing. She was also very angry, the young lady was so hard to be pregnant, she didn't expect those imperial doctors to be so nonsense, it was just ......

Luo Qingluan was also worried, she was not an immortal, and she couldn't force it when she encountered this kind of thing.

I can't be in a hurry, I can only calm down and think about it slowly, if I think of a way to treat Nangong Qing, it will be considered his luck, if he is really incompetent, then it will be considered Nangong Qing's bad luck. It's just that when he thought of what would happen to the entire Xichu if something really happened to Nangong Qing, Luo Qingluan felt more and more pressured.

Nalan is not in Xichu at night, if something happens to Nangong Qing, he will not have time to rush back to preside over the overall situation for a while. And after all, Nalan Ye is a prince with a foreign surname, and it is not his turn to speak, otherwise I am afraid that the courtiers will misunderstand what he is planning and cause trouble.

Therefore, Nangong Qing must not die!

No matter what method is used, Luo Qingluan must also let him live, at least until he comes to his senses and explains things clearly.

Seeing Luo Qingluan being helped in by the girl, the Queen Mother's heart trembled, and she stood up regardless of her identity: "Qingluan, but what's wrong with Your Majesty?" ”

Staying in the side hall, she didn't dare to look at it at all, for fear that she would see or hear something bad, and she couldn't bear it. But now that Luo Qingluan is here, his face is not very good, is it ......

When the Queen Mother thought of this, she felt a sense of crumbling.

"Queen Mother, don't worry, it's not the worst yet."

Although Luo Qingluan wanted to comfort the Queen Mother, she didn't want her to be unprepared and couldn't afford to be hit, she came to see the Queen Mother because she had something to discuss with her. Nangong Qing's life is at stake, and she must get the consent of the Queen Mother.

told the Queen Mother about Nangong Qing's physical condition, Luo Qingluan did not hide it, and focused on saying that Nangong Qing had less than a day at most. If he could no longer stop the bleeding, he would have lost so much blood and died. As for the broken heart, Luo Qingluan knew it in his heart, and only said that the injury could not be healed, and it was also related to Nangong Qing's life.

There was a blackness in front of her eyes, and the Queen Mother felt the urge to faint.

The palace maid hurriedly helped her sit down, and rested for a while before the queen mother eased up. She was almost desperate: "How can this be, is it really going to kill me Xichu!" ”

If you change to a woman, I'm afraid that I really can't bear this kind of pressure and pain.

For the queen mother, her husband was stimulated to death, and her son was seriously injured by the assassin, not only could not handle the funeral for Emperor Xichu, but had to use this reason to treat her son Nangong Qing, and the helplessness and pain in her heart were simply indescribable.

If Nangong Qing is safe in the end, that's it, but if his son and husband are dead, I'm afraid that the queen mother won't be able to live! But she didn't even have the courage to die, because she still had her own son, the little prince who was less than a year old, and the child in the womb of Queen Su Yi, she was afraid that she would have to face more complicated succession or rebellion next, and even be taken advantage of by North Vietnam, Southern Wei and other countries to fall into the ground.

At that time, Xichu will be in a crisis!

had foreseen the worst outcome of the matter, but the Queen Mother slowly calmed down. Since it's useless to be in a hurry, you can only solve the matter in front of you.

"Qingluan, just say what you can do, now it has reached a critical moment, as long as you can save Your Majesty, I will agree to any conditions!" At this moment, this woman shows her determination to break through.

……

It wasn't until three o'clock that Luo Qingluan barely prepared what he needed.

At this time, behind her stood a palace maid and a eunuch, holding a tray with various things. Rolls of white cloth, fine gold sore medicine, silver needles, etc., and even hot water, daggers, these are all things she will use next.

The Queen Mother sat next to her, staring for a moment. The corpse of Emperor Xichu lying on the bed has been covered with a white cloth, but it still hasn't moved, outside the dragon couch, Nangong Qing has been closed and unconscious, if he still feels that he is breathing, his heart is still beating, I am afraid that it will make people think that he is also dead.

Her heart was tight, and the Queen Mother squeezed her hands tightly, not daring to make a sound, for fear of affecting Luo Qingluan.

With his hands on his waist, Luo Qingluan was expressionless and sat down slowly.

Nangong Qing was right in front of her, and only covered her body with a thin layer of quilt, for fear that the thick quilt would affect the injury, and the blood would flow out more and more. There were still more than a dozen silver needles inserted into his smooth upper body chest, which set off his pale face, and his heart palpitations became more and more palpitating.

The charcoal fires that had been lit in the four corners of the hall were burning hot, but everyone didn't feel the heat at all, but was soaked in cold sweat.

From the assassination of Nangong Qing to the present, seven hours have passed, the body temperature is getting lower and lower, and the blood loss is increasing. Even if Luo Qingluan was not sure, he had to do it at this time.

The person in charge of giving Luo Qingluan a hand is still Imperial Doctor Hu, he has already cleaned his hands, and stood aside with a solemn face, waiting for Luo Qingluan's orders.

At this moment, Mrs. Hu was released.

Since you can't hide, you can only bite the bullet, and if you can't fight, you will die! Even Princess Chu dared to treat His Majesty when she was pregnant, did he dare to take responsibility as a imperial doctor? The Emperor Taishang is just that, if His Majesty returns to heaven, the entire Western Chu will be disrupted, rather than being afraid, it is better to fight, maybe there is some hope!

"Doctor Hu, take the needle." Luo Qingluan finally spoke.

In order to conserve her physical strength, she won't do it until the most critical time, it's not that she is holding a shelf, but her body can't support it. With a slightly bulging belly, she felt that it was difficult for her to even sit up straight, and she had to lean back a little to be more comfortable, but this would make her have to lean forward as much as possible in order to see everything about Nangong Qing.

Imperial Doctor Hu, who had been waiting, immediately made a move, and in his skillful movements, he took off all the silver needles in Nangong Qing's heart in just a few breaths, fully showing his skill.

The breathing of the imperial doctors waiting to take over his movements at any time was about to stagnate, but they didn't dare to be angry, they didn't even dare to blink their eyes, and waited cautiously, the whole hall could be heard of needles falling, and the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

When the first silver needle was taken out, Nangong Qing's wound began to slowly bleed, but not much, but when the last silver needle was taken out, Nangong Qing's body was already stained red with blood and flowed onto the dragon couch.

The smell of blood carried the smell of rust, and the irritated Queen Mother almost fainted.

She tried her best to grasp the palace maid's hand, still staring, unwilling to miss the slightest point.

This man is the son she has raised for more than ten years, although he is not biological, he is better than his own. Regardless of feelings, even if it is the consequences of losing Nangong Qing, she can't bear it. The youngest son is too young to even speak, the future is all up to Nangong Qing, the emperor's brother, to take care of the gift, she once relied on Emperor Xichu has returned to heaven, and the only thing she can rely on is Nangong Qing.

He must not have an accident!

Suddenly, the Queen Mother, who had never believed in ghosts and gods, closed her eyes and prayed sincerely.

The blood gushing out almost made Luo Qingluan spit it out.

There was no such symptom of blood sickness before, but for some reason, this time, when she saw Nangong Qing's blood flowing non-stop and dyed her body red, she had an urge to spit out all her internal organs.

Trying his best to suppress this feeling, Luo Qingluan couldn't show the slightest cowardly expression, otherwise the next thing would not be able to go on at all.

"Wipe the blood dry, quick!"

"Wheat stalks! Give me! ”

When Imperial Physician Hu grabbed the hot and humid white cloth and wiped it on Nangong Qing's body like crazy, Luo Qingluan reached out and caught the wheat stalks handed over by the palace maid.

The straw had been found from outside the palace before, and had been trimmed to a length of five inches, with the ends as round as possible so as not to scratch the tender meat. The middle part has been completely hollowed out, smooth and round, like a work of art.

"Medicine!"

As soon as Luo Qingluan's voice fell, the maid of the first palace was already squatting on the tray and kneeling in front of her, and the black decoction in the tray shook slightly. Luo Qingluan picked up the bowl and drank a large mouthful of the decoction, but he didn't swallow it, but put the wheat stalks in his hand to Nangong Qing's wound, and then stuffed it in.

The imperial doctors who watched all this were almost stunned, although they knew that Princess Chu was treating His Majesty at this time, but this method was ...... They had never heard of it, let alone seen it with their own eyes.

At this time, his actions were completely based on Luo Qingluan's surgical experience in his previous life.

How to stuff the wheat stalks that are not hard into the body through the wound, but also avoid the bones, try not to scratch the muscles and blood vessels, etc., this completely depends on Luo Qingluan's skills and experience, and at the same time, there are two points of luck.

"Hmm......" Suddenly, Nangong Qing, who was in a coma, let out a painful moan. Moan, the body twitched uncontrollably. Luo Qingluan had just inserted an inch of wheat stalks, and suddenly folded.

Without hesitation at all, she immediately changed another wheat stalk, and pressed Nangong Qing's arm with her other hand, ready to continue. Fortunately, Imperial Physician Hu also understood that His Majesty must not be allowed to move at this time, so he immediately pressed him with his hand full of blood, and said eagerly: "Princess Chu, hurry!" ”

Such a posture is not like saving people, but like being tortured.

Not only the queen mother, who had already known what was going by, but the onlookers watched it miserably one by one, their faces twitched, and they couldn't wait to turn their heads away from it. The object of such a toss is the emperor, this kind of forced pressure to insert things into people's wounds, and it doesn't make people die painfully?

It's also a shame that Your Majesty fainted, otherwise I'm afraid of dying of pain!