in2ebook Chapter 137 I must save her
Chapter 137 I must save her
The following day, in the Qiming Hall of the Imperial Palace.
Zhao Yunzheng sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Xu Jiaojiao's pale face, his heart aching with each passing moment.
Her breathing was so faint it was almost imperceptible, and the sword wound that pierced her heart was still bleeding, staining the snow-white bandages red.
The sword wound was extremely severe, but it had not yet damaged her heart meridian, giving Xu Jiaojiao a glimmer of hope.
"Well…"
Perhaps due to the pain, Xu Jiaojiao, who was unconscious, let out a low moan.
Zhao Yunzheng's eyelashes trembled, and he reached out with trembling hands, wanting to gently touch Xu Jiaojiao's forehead, which was covered in cold sweat, but he dared not actually touch her, for fear of aggravating her pain.
Jiaojiao is so delicate, how much pain she must be in from this injury...
Suddenly, hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Zhao Yunzheng narrowed his eyes and straightened up to look at the door.
Soon, Ying hurriedly led an elderly man with white hair in.
"Master, the Ghost Doctor has arrived!"
The Ghost Doctor, being pulled along by Ying Yi, stumbled with each step, nearly falling over with every step, but Ying Yi held his hand tightly, preventing him from falling.
The Ghost Doctor, who had been on tenterhooks with every step, now looked worse than a stone that had been sitting in a latrine for three thousand years.
At such a sad moment, Zhao Yunzheng's lips twitched, a mixture of laughter and tears in his eyes.
In an instant, Zhao Yunzheng composed himself and looked at the Ghost Doctor with a serious expression: "Ghost Doctor, take a look at her injuries!"
Although the Ghost Doctor was dragged around in a disheveled state by Ying Yi, his gaze immediately fell on Xu Jiaojiao on the bed as soon as he entered the room. As a doctor, he keenly sensed Xu Jiaojiao's critical condition.
Before Yingyi could pull any further, the Ghost Doctor frowned, forcefully shook off Yingyi's hand, and quickly walked to the bedside, placing his hand on Xu Jiaojiao's pulse.
"How are your injuries?" Zhao Yunzheng's voice was low and urgent, his eyes filled with worry.
The Ghost Doctor did not answer immediately, but examined her carefully for a moment before slowly withdrawing his hand. His tone was grave: "Although the sword wound did not damage her heart, she has lost too much blood, and given that she is pregnant, her condition is not optimistic."
Zhao Yunzheng's heart sank, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white: "No matter what, I must save her!"
The Ghost Doctor looked impatient, but still reluctantly agreed: "I came here to save you, but you're taking care of one more person after another!"
"Since you value this girl so much, I will naturally do my best. However, whether she can pull through depends on her own fate!"
After saying that, the Ghost Doctor took out a cloth bag from his medicine box. When he unfolded it, it contained a dense array of silver needles and various medicine bottles.
"Bring me a candle!"
Yingyi, who was familiar with the Ghost Doctor's medical skills, immediately knew what the Ghost Doctor was going to do and placed the candlestick next to him so that the Ghost Doctor could easily perform acupuncture.
The ghost doctor took out several silver needles, heated them over a candle flame, and then precisely inserted them into several acupoints on Xu Jiaojiao's body.
As the silver needles were inserted into her acupoints, Xu Jiaojiao's body trembled slightly, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed a little, and her breathing gradually became steady.
Zhao Yunzheng stayed by the bedside, watching the Ghost Doctor's every move intently, afraid of missing any detail.
After setting down the candlestick, Yingyi silently retreated outside the door.
Time passed second by second, and beads of sweat gradually appeared on the Ghost Doctor's forehead.
Zhao Yunzheng's nerves were stretched to the limit.
After a long while, the acupuncture was finished. The Ghost Doctor poured out a few pills from the medicine bottle and handed them to Zhao Yunzheng: "Give these to her; they will temporarily stabilize her heart pulse."
"Thank you." Zhao Yunzheng breathed a sigh of relief, nodded slightly to express his gratitude, then took the pill, carefully helped Xu Jiaojiao up, and put the pill into her mouth.
Seeing Zhao Yunzheng patiently holding the cup, gently moistening Xu Jiaojiao's lips so she could swallow the medicine bit by bit, the Ghost Doctor let out a soft breath: "Now, it's up to her own fate."
He wiped his sweat and put away the silver needles: "If she can survive today, this girl will have a chance to live."
Zhao Yunzheng nodded slightly, his gaze never leaving Xu Jiaojiao's face: "I will not thank you for your great kindness. In the future, I will do my best to help Medicine King Valley if it has any needs."
The Ghost Doctor chuckled and extended his hand to Zhao Yunzheng: "You don't need to talk about such empty words. First, you need to survive before we talk about anything else."
Zhao Yunzheng felt embarrassed and coughed awkwardly before gently helping Xu Jiaojiao lie down.
After he tucked the blanket around Xu Jiaojiao, she obediently stretched out her hand, letting the ghost doctor take her pulse.
The ghost doctor frowned and examined the patient carefully for a while.
After a long while, the Ghost Doctor released his grip, his expression displeased, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes: "You brat, do you dare to ruin your body like this just because I'm here to clean up your messes?"
Zhao Yunzheng gave a bitter smile: "As you know, there are many things I have no choice in..."
The Ghost Doctor glanced at him, said nothing more, silently took out a bottle of pills and threw it over, then went to the desk to write a prescription.
"Your body is too cold. Take that medicine first, and I will slowly treat the rest of your symptoms."
After writing down the prescription, the Ghost Doctor went out and asked Ying Yi to fetch the medicine. He then stayed in the side hall to wait for the medicine to return and be decocted.
Inside the palace.
Zhao Yunzheng held Xu Jiaojiao's cold hand, his eyes filled with heartache: "Jiaojiao, you must pull through..."
Time passed slowly, and Zhao Yunzheng stayed by Xu Jiaojiao's bedside from dawn till dusk.
In the dead of night, the candlelight flickers.
Outside the window, moonlight spilled into the courtyard, casting a cool, clear glow.
Zhao Yunzheng looked out the window at the distant night sky, silently praying: Jiaojiao, there are only three more hours until dawn. You'll get better, won't you...?
No one answered his inner whispers; this night was destined to be long and sleepless.
Suddenly, Xu Jiaojiao's eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly gently fluttering its wings. Zhao Yunzheng's heart skipped a beat, and he held his breath, staring intently at her face.
A moment later, Xu Jiaojiao's brows furrowed slightly, as if she were struggling with the pain, and she let out a barely audible moan: "Your Highness, it hurts..."
Zhao Yunzheng's heart clenched instantly. He quickly leaned closer to her, his voice so gentle it was as if he were afraid she would be blown away by the wind: "Jiaojiao, I'm here..."
Upon receiving his response, Xu Jiaojiao slowly opened her eyes a crack, her gaze unfocused and lifeless, as if she was not yet fully awake.
Seeing this, Zhao Yunzheng was so happy he almost cried: "Jiaojiao... Jiaojiao... it's me, I'm here!"
As Zhao Yunzheng called out to her repeatedly, Xu Jiaojiao's vision gradually cleared. When their eyes met, Xu Jiaojiao was stunned for a moment.
After a long pause, Xu Jiaojiao's eyes reddened, and she spoke in a slightly trembling voice, "Your Highness..."
Zhao Yunzheng's nose tingled, and he choked up instantly.
He gripped Xu Jiaojiao's hand tightly, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Jiaojiao, I'm here..."
A relieved and contented smile appeared in Xu Jiaojiao's eyes, but it only twitched slightly before her brows furrowed in pain...