Chapter 70: I'm Not Discussing This With You...
Half an hour passed again.
When Sheng Jinxiu jumped out the last inverted thorn on the iron ball, He Jiurong immediately clamped the iron ball and threw it onto a white cloth beside him.
"He happily said: 'Master Uncle, succeeded......'"
"Don't be too happy yet!" Sheng Jinshu said: "The hidden weapon is poisonous, accelerating the blood flow from the heart to the outside, we have already delayed for too much time, Huaijin's bleeding has exceeded his tolerance range, and he will...
She didn't say the word "death", but instead calmed her own mind, flexed her almost stiff fingers and said to He Jiuming: "I'll tell you how to prepare the antidote, make it as fast as you can."
"I'll cut open my own veins and fill Huai Jin's body with blood. Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know, but we can't let Huai Jin know!"
She paused for a moment and added: "I'm not discussing this with you, you have to listen to me!"
"Your Highness, confusing the royal bloodline is a heinous crime against heaven!"
"You've already called me your princess, I'm the daughter-in-law of the heavenly family, my blood is for my husband, what's wrong with that!"
"If today's matter of replenishing blood leaks out even half a bit——" Sheng Jinxiu's eyes flashed cold, her tone stern.
"Congratulations, Ninth Brother! The Gate's rules dictate death!"
"Darkness, family rules, death penalty!"
She had originally planned to secretly give the blood to Yan Beichen, but it took too much time to remove the iron ball hidden weapon, and she felt that she couldn't hold on any longer, needing He Jiuyong and Ye Ming's help.
At this moment, the woman who was once ridiculed by everyone actually pinned down He Jiuyan, who had just come from the battlefield with night darkness and sword rain.
The two of them exchanged a glance, then looked at Yan Beizheng on the bed, whose face had no trace of blood...
"He's going to get his medicine," said He Jiuyong.
"Your Highness, do you need to take a short break before continuing?" Ye Ming also made his choice.
"No need!" Sheng Jinxiu waved her hand and felt a sense of relief in her heart.
She was afraid that He Jiurong and Ye Ming would not agree.
Fortunately, these two people valued Yan Beicheng more than those worldly rules.
Also willing to take risks for Yan Beicheng and her...
She put it in the hot water beside her, washed and dried it, pinched out a needle and thread from the black box, and began to sew up Yan Beizheng's wound like embroidery on clothes.
For a moment, the quiet and peaceful inner chamber had only the sound of needles piercing through skin, "zi zuo, zi zuo", making one's scalp feel numb...
Fortunately, Sheng Jinxiu had just finished sewing, and He Jiurong brought over the configured antidote powder.
Replace him to treat Yan Beizheng's wound and check Yan Beizheng's current condition at the same time.
Sheng Jinxiu then took out a long, slender tube made of crystal from the black box. The tube was very thin, only slightly thicker than an embroidery needle, and one end was very coarse, as big as a bowl mouth! The middle part was hollow! It was a masterpiece crafted by skilled artisans with great care and effort.
Sheng Jinxiu cut open her blood vessel without hesitation, aiming at the thicker end, and a drop of blood fell in, then slowly squeezed out from the thinner end, one drop, two drops, three drops...
After the blood pearls were connected in a line, she inserted the finer end into Yan Beizhuang's blood vessels and began to transfuse blood...
The process was still very slow, so slow that He Jiurong had finished treating Yan Beichen's wound and gone out to decoct the medicine.
Late at night, Ming swept away all of Jin Yu's belongings and locked them in a black box.
It was so slow that Jing Xiu felt like she couldn't hold on anymore, and her consciousness began to drift away.
No one noticed that Yan Beiting, who was supposed to wake up after a long time, opened his eyes ahead of schedule with strong willpower...
