Chapter 814 Lively Qingzhou
This Nanhuai King really hit the wall with the heart of death, and his injuries were very serious, even Wu Yanzu shook his head and said: "It's too serious, it's too serious."
How could Qin Zhou let him die? Hastily asked someone to go back and carry Zian over.
Hearing that King Nanhuai was in danger, Zian was also very anxious. When he came to the prison, he saw blood stains on the wall and a puddle of blood on the ground. King Nanhuai was dying.
She didn't care too much, and immediately sealed a few acupoints with needles for him, and then asked Wu Yanzu to bandage the wound.
While bandaging, Wu Yanzu said: "My concubine is really brave. These acupuncture points are sealed, and the bleeding can be stopped, but if it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that I will lose my life."
Because one of the acupoints she sealed is next to the fatal acupoint, and it is dangerous to seal it. For someone who knows martial arts, his internal force will slowly break through, so it is not a problem, but for an ordinary person, it may be hopeless.
Zian didn't bother to explain to him, and just continued to use needles for King Nanhuai.
The flying needle she saw in Wen Yi's notebook hadn't been used for a long time, but now it had to be used on King Nanhuai.
It's just that she was injured, and she paid attention to speed and wrist strength when using the flying needle. After the flying needle, she was already sweating profusely, and her body was on the verge of falling.
Qin Zhou hurriedly helped her up, feeling really furious in his heart, if it wasn't for the same fate Gu, she would have chopped King Nanhuai into minced meat a long time ago.
"Fate is saved." Although Zian was tired, she was very relieved, not because she saved King Nanhuai, but because she did an experiment on King Nanhuai, and she completed the flying needle.
In this way, after a short rest, it can be used on Lao Qi.
She took a breath, raised her head and said to Wu Yanzu: "Doctor Wu, please take a closer look, if anything happens, please let me know."
Wu Yanzu's eyes widened, and he was shocked.
"Doctor Wu..."
Wu Yanzu came back to his senses, and looked at Zian with complicated eyes, "Okay, got it, Princess."
"Why are you in a daze?" Qin Zhou said displeasedly.
Dr. Wu shook his head, "I admire the princess very much."
Admire, it's just a matter of face.
Old Wu's mood is very complicated. He is good-looking and expensive as a princess. He is already a big winner in life, but he even knows such profound acupuncture techniques.
God is very unfair.
Most importantly, is his bounty still there?
When Qin Zhou supported Zian to leave, he heard Dr. Wu ask Ah Jing, "Well, you said earlier, when will the reward be paid?"
Qin Zhou glanced back, this Wu Yanzu didn't use the honorific title "you" to anyone, but only used the word "you" to Ah Jing, he really is a rich man.
"Yes, there must be a bounty." Ah Jing said vaguely.
Zian returned to the room, rested for a while, and then gave Murong Jie another injection.
Qin Zhou felt that she was too tired and asked her to rest for a while, but Zian was unwilling and insisted on giving Murong Jie the injection.
After the acupuncture, Murong Jie's condition improved a lot, his pulse was no longer weak and weak, and his breathing gradually became smoother.
The maid in the Houya boiled the medicine for Murong Jie, and Qin Zhou helped pour it down.
Murong Jie's will to survive was very strong, even in a coma, he didn't resist the dosing too much, so he didn't spill much of the medicine in a bowl, and poured most of it.
Wu Yanzu boiled anti-fetal medicine for Zi'an. He knew very well that there was basically nothing he could do to heal the wound. He could only help from the sidelines and do things that seemed to be beneficial but were actually useless, because the anti-fetal medicine Zian will also open.
But after Zian read the prescription he prescribed, he was very disappointed, praised him, and drank all the medicine he made.
Continuously giving acupuncture every day, finally, at noon on the third day, Murong Jie woke up.
It has been nine days since he fell into a coma.
He was very thin, and these days, he only relied on ginseng rice soup and medicine to protect his life. Therefore, although he woke up, he was very weak, and he couldn't even speak.
Seeing Zian sitting in front of the bed, he smiled, his eyes that were too big because of his thinness were shining brightly.
With tears in his eyelashes, Zian took his hand, leaned over slightly, and kissed him on the cheek, "Welcome back."
Murong Jie smiled, his eyes shone brightly, his slender eyeliner showed a trace of pity and guilt.
After looking at each other for a moment, his gaze slowly shifted to her lower abdomen. Zi'an smiled softly, took his hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, and said softly, "I'm fine, and so is the child."
The sparkle in his eyes became brighter, his lips trembled slightly, and his hands trembled slightly. He tried hard to speak, mobilized all the strength in his body, but he could only squeeze out the word "good".
Zi'an said in a hoarse voice, "Don't rush to talk, get well first."
As Wu Yanzu said, his injuries were serious. According to common sense, he would die if he injured his heart like this.
Even if he doesn't die, he's vented his true energy and hurt his foundation, and he will have to recuperate for a while after heals.
After three or four days like this, although Murong Jie couldn't walk on the ground, he was able to talk and turn his body slightly.
In the evening of this day, Qingzhou Mansion suddenly became lively.
Old Prince An Ran came, accompanied by Li Li who had just recovered from his injury, and Rou Yao and Zhuang Zhuang who had always cared about Zi An and Murong Jie.
As for Su Qing and Xiao Tuo, it is inconvenient for them to come because they work in Beijing.
They came here because Qin Zhou ordered people to go to Hanshan to invite Old Prince Anran. As for General Yang, he probably just arrived in the capital.
"My lord, your pace is really slow." Qin Zhou said with a smile.
Old Prince An Ran sneered, "I'm afraid it's okay if I don't come, Qingzhou Mansion is full of genius doctors."
When Ah Jing went out to greet him, he first told about Wu Yanzu. Wu Yanzu saved Zi'an, and Zi'an saved Murong Jie and King Nanhuai. The old prince knew about it.
The three women went straight to Zian without being too polite.
Seeing that Zi'an was safe and sound, Lingli, who was always indifferent, shed a few tears, "I thought I killed you, it's great that you didn't die."
Zi'an was also always worried about Lingli, and now seeing her standing in front of him alive, he felt relieved, and said with a smile, "I thought you were dead too, it's great that you're not dead."
Zhuang Zhuang said angrily: "Okay, I'm not dead, let's calm down."
She looked at Zi'an first, then sat in front of Murong Jie's bed, and said distressedly: "I've lost a lot of weight, I'm sorry."
Murong Jie said with a smile: "Let little aunt worry."
Zhuang Zhuang said: "Where is the worry? I'm almost scared to death."
She stroked her chest, "Fortunately, Qin Zhou is sensible, so he called someone to report immediately, otherwise how many days would he have to suffer?"
Doctor Rou Yao also jokingly said: "Look, everything is fine, the old prince and I are here for nothing."
Ah Jing didn't quite agree with this, he looked at Rou Yao infatuatedly, "It's not in vain, there are many delicious things in Qingzhou Mansion, I'll take you to eat later."
Rou Yao glanced at him, and a blush appeared on her face, "Just focus on eating."
Ah Jing scratched his head, "It's not about eating, it's just that there are good things, and I have to let you know."
After hearing this, Zian knew that Ah Jing was already deeply rooted in love. Only when you love someone deeply, would you think of giving him all the delicious, good-looking, and fun things.
Seeing Rou Yao's blushing face, Zi'an and Zhuang Zhuang looked at each other, it seems that Rou Yao has also found her own happiness.
That's great.
Rouyao is a member of their small group. If she is not happy, they are all embarrassed to be happy, and they always feel that there is something missing.