Chapter 255 Blood is thicker than water

The sunshine in late summer and early autumn is very warm, quietly sprinkled on the forest leaves, with a wisp of leisure.

In the Hanlin Medical Hospital, it was sad. Zhao Yuanzuo sat on the ground in a daze. Chai Qingyun covered his face and cried bitterly, while Ba Mei and Pai Feng held their heads and cried loudly.

These cries were heard in my ears. The royal doctors in front of the house only sighed and lowered their heads. They did not save Yang Yanzhao, who was injured. The Holy wrath will definitely be blamed. Moreover, the prince and Princess Jinhua in front of him are overly sad. Who dares to speak out? Even if the official makes Zhang Po, he is just silent. Stand on one side.

In the sad crying, the tearful Luo woman suddenly got up from the ground and stumbled into the room.

Seeing her like this, the little medicine boy guarding at the door wanted to stop her, but his legs trembled with the cold eyes of Chai Qingyun behind him, and he couldn't speak.

Several women rushed into the room quickly. When they looked up, they saw Yang Yanzhao lying on a simple wooden bed. His face was pale, and there was no trace of blood. His upper body was **, and the wound on his chest was extremely terrible.

"Brother Six."

The eighth sister cried and rushed forward. The exhaust wind bit her lips tightly. She cried so much that it was raining, and she also rushed over. When the two little girls were about to shake Yang Yanzhao's arms and cry, the Luo's girl, who didn't say anything, grabbed the arm, which had lost too much blood and her skin.

Yushou put his hand on his wrist and began to carefully grasp his pulse. Seeing that Luo's girl was like this, Ba Mei and Pai Feng quickly reached out and covered their mouths, for fear that the sound of crying would affect her diagnosis. Even Chai Qingyun behind him stopped walking, and a trace of hope appeared in his eyes again.

Luo's daughter didn't say anything. She meticulously took Yang Yanzhao's pulse. She leaned over and listened to the pulse, and opened her closed eyes. Looking at his white eyes, for a long time, she suddenly turned around and picked up the medicine box on the table not far away. It should have belonged to Zhang Po and the two who had gone out before. After opening it, she took out a silver needle and took out his hand. Fa quickly pricked Yang Yanzhao's body.

Luo's daughter did this, and the eight sisters looked at one side, holding their breath, and did not dare to move. The room suddenly became silent.

"Silver needle."

Her voice was a little hoarse. Luo's girl just said, but the movements in her hands did not stop. Hearing this, Chai Qingyun immediately turned around and went outside, making people take two bags of silver needles.

People in the medical office are difficult to save, but now they want this silver needle. Those royal doctors can't sit still. The royal doctors who immediately wanted to come in to find out the situation were so scared by Chai Qingyun's anger that they dared not take a step forward.

Soon, Yang Yanzhao's head, chest, and even the soles of his feet were inserted with silver needles. After doing this, Luo's forehead was full of sweat, but it still did not stop. Her hands twisted thinly on the silver needles, and he kept saying, "Liulang, wake up, Liulang..."

After twisting all the silver needles, the Roche woman, who had been praying in a low voice, looked like earth. Her eyes turned black and fell straight back.

"Sister Luo!"

The eighth sister exclaimed and was about to come forward. Chai Qingyun had caught her. Seeing this scene, the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of the three women was also dashed, and tears flowed again.

cried bitterly. Chai Qingyun picked up Luo's woman and woke her up. The two cried with pain in their arms. The eight sisters were also very uncomfortable in their hearts. Only the exhaust wind wiped the tears that could not dry the corners of his eyes, took the blood-stained clothes on the side, and carefully covered Yang Yan. Zhao's body.

In her eyes, the prince is just asleep. Since he is asleep, he will still wake up.

Later, Pai Feng knelt on his knees by the bed, took off Yang Yanzhao's jade hairpin, gently raised Yang Yanzhao's head, and carefully took care of his messy long hair. His eyes were full of seriousness, as if this was all in her eyes at this moment.

After doing this, the exhaust wind did not get up, but still knelt by the bed. I don't know when Zhao Yuanzuo outside the house came in and followed Zhang Po and others behind him.

"Sister Chai, is Yang Shi really..."

Before he finished speaking, the wind suddenly turned around and shouted, "The prince is fine. The prince will never be fine. He is just tired, just asleep..."

With that, tears have fallen, as if they were afraid of disturbing Yang Yanzhao's sleep, and his expression became like a child who made a mistake. "The prince has experienced so much. This injury is nothing. It's just a loss of blood. You rest for a moment, and the blood will come back. At that time, you have to tell the exhaust wind."

Hearing this coquettish words, everyone in the room felt uncomfortable. Zhao Yuanzuo, who came to his senses, also shed tears. Even Zhang Po's heart was full of sadness.

"I want a bamboo tube, the finer the better!"

Suddenly, a sound came out, which shocked everyone else, but they saw Luo's girl strode to the head of the bed again. "Since Liulang has lost too much blood, you can wake up by making up the blood back."

The sentence just now made Luo's girl remember the blood change used by Yang Yanzhao to save the family of Zhuli in southern Fujian. At that time, she also asked the source of this method.

It was also through that conversation that although Luo's girl did not understand what the blood type was, she still recorded that the blood of people with the same blood type could be exchanged.

Where can I find this person with the same blood type?

Thinking about it, Luo's daughter turned her head and looked at the eighth sister who had stopped crying and staring at him. The blood type of Yang Yanzhao's closest relatives was the same. There was no need to doubt, but the eighth sister was still young, so she could not stand such a toss.

" Sister Luo, what should I do? Just say it."

Seeing Luo's daughter frowning, Chai Qingyun hurried forward and said. The latter heard the words and repeated what he had just said, "I want a thin bamboo tube. The thinner the better."

When the voice fell, I didn't want Chai Qingyun to tell me, and I asked someone to do it.

"I also want a copper basin and clean water."

"Bll the water!"

Zhao Yuanzuo shouted in a low voice. Soon, after the water was taken, Luo's girl did not say anything. She took Yang Yanzhao's hand and the silver needle pierced it. After a long time, a drop of blood slowly dripped down.

Later, he quickly pricked his hand. Before he could react, he pricked it down, and the blood fell into the copper basin in an instant.

Is this a blood recognition?

This doubt inevitably appeared in the hearts of everyone in the room. Two drops of blood spread out and turned into a faint blood stain in the water. The Luo girl was full of disappointment, but then looked up at the crowd.

"Ryulang lost too much blood. If he ingests blood in time, he can be saved, but this blood needs to be the same as himself. Therefore, please distinguish it by dripping blood. If the blood blends with each other, I hope you can save him. Thank you very much."

After saying that, before he got up, Chai Qingyun asked the people outside the house to bring a bucket of water and several bowls. Soon, everyone took half a bowl of water and walked to the head of the bed. After dripping Yang Yanzhao's blood, he quickly took the silver needle and pricked his finger.

Even Zhang Po felt unreliable in his heart, but Zhao Yuanzuo and Chai Qingyun, the two royal nobles, took the lead. Naturally, he could not stand by and watch.

After seeing the blood in his bowl dispersing, Zhao Yuanzuo hurriedly looked aside. After a look, it turned out to be like this. He waved his hand and let all the imperial doctors and drug boys of Hanlin Medical Academy come, and even called the forbidden army at the door.

But the more experiments, the more disappointments there will be. Looking at the drop of blood falling into the water, Bamei's heart became more and more painful.

Just now, Sister Luo said that her blood is the same as that of the sixth brother. If so, she will give it to the sixth brother. Even if it is all drawn, she is willing.

"Wang!"

Several bowls were swept to the ground by Zhao Yuanzuo, and the water was sprinkled on the ground. The drug children in front of him trembled with fear.

"Come on, give me the front division of the palace and Ma Busi, and ask them to transfer all the soldiers!"

Zhao Yuanzuo roared in anger. At this time, the eighth sister finally couldn't help walking forward, and her crying red eyes were full of firmness, "Sister Luo, don't look for it. If you delay for a moment, the sixth brother will be more dangerous. The sixth brother usually loves the fish the most, and the fish is willing to do anything for the sixth brother."

Although she is young, the voice of the eighth sister cannot be refuted.

In the room, everyone withdrew, leaving only Luo's daughter, Ba Mei, and Zhang Po, who was left as a helper.

As the descendant of the medical saint, the official envoy of Hanlin Medical Official Hospital said that he was the most powerful doctor in the Song Dynasty, but he was willing to stay and be the helper of this unknown girl.

Zhang Po understands the truth that the market is a master. Of course, the reason why he left more is that he was impressed by the courage of the eighth sister.

To make up for Yang Yanzhao's blood loss, it requires a lot of blood. Can this small body withstand it? Thinking of this, Zhang Po felt a little unbearable, because he knew very well that if something went wrong, he would lose two lives.