Chapter 555

All the doctors were shocked and dared not go out. They hurried to perform their duties.

After pressing the sore temple, Luo qingluan went out of the hospital again.

Originally, she wanted to borrow and look through the classics. Unexpectedly, this kind of thing would happen. Luo qingluan felt the panic of the imperial doctors and thought of the seriousness of the matter.

These imperial doctors don't know the situation. They should be the emperor's serious illness. The only two imperial doctors also know that Nangong Qing is not dead at this time, but just in a coma, but it has become a mess. If other ministers know that Nangong Qing is about to die, or if he is seriously injured and doesn't die, what will the whole western Chu look like?

"What now, miss?" Luo qingluan went out of the Kongming hall. Dai Yue hurried over and helped her to the Tai hospital. I didn't expect to see such a thing. She is also very angry. It's so hard for miss to be pregnant. I didn't expect those imperial doctors to be so mischievous. It's just

Luo qingluan also frowns. She is not an immortal. She can't force such a thing.

He can't be in a hurry. He can only calm down and slowly think about his memories. If he wants to find a way to cure Nangong Qing, he is lucky. If he is really incompetent, he is also unlucky for Nangong Qing. However, at the thought of what would happen to the whole western Chu if something really happened to Nangong Qing, Luo qingluan felt more and more stressed.

Nalan is not in the Western Chu at night. If Nangong Qing has an accident, he will have no time to come back and preside over the overall situation. Moreover, Nalan night is a prince with a different surname after all, and he can't speak. Otherwise, I'm afraid the courtiers will misunderstand what he is plotting and cause trouble.

Therefore, Nangong Qing must not die!

No matter what method, Luo qingluan must let him live, at least until he wakes up and explains clearly.

Looking at Luo qingluan being helped in by the girl, the Queen Mother trembled and stood up regardless of her identity: "qingluan, but what's the matter with your majesty?"

She stayed in the side hall all the time. She didn't dare to look at it at all. She was afraid that she couldn't bear to see or hear any bad news. But now Luo qingluan is here. His face is not very good. Is it

The queen mother felt shaky when she thought of it.

"Don't worry, Empress Dowager. The worst result hasn't come yet."

Although Luo qingluan wanted to comfort the empress dowager, she didn't want her to be unprepared and unable to withstand the blow. She came to see the Empress Dowager and had something to discuss with her. Nangong Qing's life is related to her safety. She must get the consent of the queen mother.

She told the Empress Dowager about Nangong Qing's health. Luo qingluan didn't hide it, and focused on that Nangong Qing had less than a day at most. If he can't stop bleeding, he will lose too much blood and die. As for the broken heart, Luo qingluan knew it well. He only said that the injury could not heal, which was also related to Nangong Qing's life.

There was a blackness in front of her eyes, and the queen mother had an impulse to faint.

The maid in waiting hurriedly helped her sit down and rested for a while before the Empress Dowager calmed down. She was almost desperate: "how could this happen? Is it true that heaven is going to kill me, Xichu!"

If you change a woman, I'm afraid she can't bear this pressure and pain.

For Empress Dowager Wang, her husband was stimulated to die, and her son was seriously injured by an assassin. Not only could she not arrange the funeral for the Western Chu emperor, but she had to use this reason to treat her son Nangong Qing. Her helplessness and pain were beyond words.

If Nangong Qing is finally safe, it's all right. But if his son and husband are dead, I'm afraid the queen mother will not live! But she didn't even have the courage to die, because she still had her own son, the little prince less than one year old, and the child in the belly of Queen Suyi. She was afraid that she would face more complex succession or rebellion, and even be killed by North Vietnam and South Wei.

At that time, Xichu will fall into many crises!

Having foreseen the worst result, the Queen Mother slowly calmed down. Since it's no use worrying, it can only solve the immediate problem.

"Qingluan, if you have any way, just say it. Now it's a critical moment. As long as you can save your majesty, I promise no matter what conditions!" At this moment, the woman showed her determination to break the boat.

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It was not until the third quarter of Xu hour that Luo qingluan reluctantly prepared what he needed.

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

Empress Dowager Wang sat beside her and stared at her for a moment. The body of the Western Chu emperor lying on the bed has been covered with a piece of white cloth, but it still hasn't moved. Nangong Qing has kept his eyes closed in the outer room of the Dragon couch. If he doesn't feel it, he is breathing and his heart is still beating. I'm afraid it will make people feel that he is also dead.

Her heart was tight. The Empress Dowager pinched her hands and dared not make a little noise for fear that it would affect Luo qingluan.

With her hands on her back, Luo qingluan sat down slowly without expression.

Nangong Qing was right in front of her. She only covered her lower body with a thin quilt. She was afraid that the thick quilt would affect the injury and oppress the blood flow more and more. More than ten silver needles were still inserted into his smooth upper body and chest, which set off his pale face and became more and more palpitating.

The charcoal fires that had been lit in the four corners of the hall were hot, but everyone could not feel the heat at all. Instead, they were soaked with cold sweat.

It has been seven hours since Nangong Qing was assassinated. His body temperature is getting lower and lower, and he has lost more and more blood. If he doesn't receive treatment again, I'm afraid there's really no hope. Even if Luo qingluan was not sure, he had to do it at this time.

It is still doctor Hu who is responsible for fighting Luo qingluan. He has cleaned his hands and stood aside with a solemn face, waiting for Luo qingluan's orders.

At this moment, doctor Hu gave up.

Since you can't hide, you can only harden your scalp. If you can't fight, you'll die! Even Princess Chu dares to treat her majesty when she is pregnant. Does he dare to be duty bound as a imperial doctor? It's just the supreme emperor. If your majesty dies, the whole western Chu will be disrupted. It's better to fight than to be afraid of hands and feet. Maybe there's some hope!

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

In order to preserve her physical strength, she won't do it until the most critical time. This is not her shelf, but her body can't support it. With a slightly raised stomach, she even found it difficult to sit up straight. She had to lean back a little to be more comfortable, but she had to lean forward as much as possible to see everything about Nangong Qing.

Doctor Hu, who had been waiting for him, immediately started. In his skillful movements, he took off all the silver needles at Nangong Qing's heart after a few breaths, which fully showed his proficiency.

The imperial doctors waiting to take over his action at any time were almost stopped breathing, but they were more and more afraid of atmosphere. They didn't even dare to blink. They waited carefully. The needles in the whole hall could be heard, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.

When the first silver needle was taken out, Nangong Qing's wound began to bleed slowly, but not much. But when the last silver needle was taken out, Nangong Qing's body had been dyed red by blood and flowed onto the Dragon couch.

The smell of blood was rusty, and the irritating queen mother almost fainted.

She tried her best to hold the maid's hand and still stared at it. She didn't want to miss a little.

This man is her son who has been raised for more than ten years. Although he is not his own, he is better than his own. Regardless of feelings, even the consequences of losing Nangong Qing, she can't bear it. The young son is too young to speak. The future depends on Nangong Qing, the elder brother of the emperor. She once relied on the emperor of Western Chu and has died. The only thing she can rely on is Nangong Qing.

He must not have an accident!

Suddenly, the queen mother, who never believed in ghosts and gods, closed her eyes and prayed piously.

The blood that rushed out almost made Luo qingluan spit out.

There was no such symptom of blood sickness before, but somehow this time, when she saw Nangong Qing bleeding and reddening her body, she had an impulse to spit out all her internal organs.

Trying to suppress this feeling, Luo qingluan couldn't show a faint expression, otherwise the next thing couldn't be carried out at all.

"Wipe the blood dry, come on!"

"Straw! Give it to me!"

When doctor Hu grabbed the damp and hot white cloth and wiped it on Nangong Qing, Luo qingluan reached out and caught the straw handed over by the maid in charge.

This straw was found outside the palace before. It has been trimmed to five inches long. Both ends are as round as possible and will not 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, a maid in waiting squatted on the tray and knelt in front of her. The dark soup in the tray shook slightly. Luo qingluan picked up the bowl and drank a mouthful of the medicine, but did not swallow it. Instead, she gathered the straw in her hand to Nangong Qing's wound and stuffed it in.

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

The move at this time was completely based on Luo qingluan's previous surgical experience.

How to stuff the wheat straw that is not hard into the body through the wound, but also avoid the bones and try not to scratch the muscles and blood vessels, which depends entirely on Luo qingluan's technique and experience, as well as two points of luck.

"Hmm..." suddenly, Nangong Qing, in a coma, let out a painful groan Yin, the body twitched uncontrollably. Luo qingluan just inserted an inch of wheat straw and suddenly broke.

Without hesitation, she immediately changed another straw and pressed Nangong Qing's arm with her other hand, ready to continue. Fortunately, doctor Hu also understood that his Majesty must not move at this time. He immediately pressed him with a bloody hand and said eagerly, "Princess Chu, hurry!"

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

Not only the Empress Dowager who had known that she had passed by, but also the imperial doctors who were gathered around looked miserable one by one, and their faces twitched. They wanted to turn their heads and not look. The object of such tossing is the emperor. This kind of strong pressure to insert things into people's wounds doesn't make people die of pain?

Fortunately, your majesty fainted, or I'm afraid it hurts!