Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 618 Blood Transfusion
Qingluo said: "That's right, it's just luck."

"Can't I use mine?" Concubine Liang said eagerly, "Cheng'er is my biological son, our blood is the same..."

This time it was Nangonghua who took the initiative to explain: "Ma'am, the blood of the biological mother and the child are not necessarily the same... Our adults have done experiments, it is true..."

"How is that possible?" Concubine Liang didn't believe it, "Cheng'er came out of my stomach...Miss Liu, I beg you, use my blood to save Sheng'er quickly..."

Qingluo kept pinching Liang Sheng's pulse with one hand. Seeing his breath getting weaker and weaker, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, but first I want to see if your blood is compatible."

If you can't determine the blood type, you can only use this method to get blind.

A bowl, half a bowl of clear water, two drops of blood dripped into it, but in Concubine Liang's expectant eyes, it didn't blend perfectly.

"How could this be?" Concubine Liang was dumbfounded.

"My lord is right, right? Ma'am, let me do it." Nangong Hua hurriedly said, "My lord, give me a try."

"it is good."

Another two drops of blood, this time, the two drops of blood slowly merged.

"I can do it, I really can do it!" Nangong Hua cried with joy.

Not only because she could save Liang Sheng, but also because of the deep feeling in her heart.

Their blood can fuse.

Thinking of this, Nangong Hua felt a sour and sweet feeling in her heart, which slowly spread.

When she raised her head, she saw that Qingluo was pricking her fingertips with a needle, squeezed a drop of blood, and dripped into the bowl.

"My lord, what are you doing? You can use mine..." Nangong Hua hastily stopped, "I have already troubled you, how can I..."

"It's not necessarily enough for you alone," Qingluo said, "In the final analysis, Liang Sheng became like this because of me, and I can't just ignore it."

Shen Qing, who had been on the sidelines, frowned slightly when she saw the blood dripping from her fingertips.

"Miss Liu, you don't have to blame yourself," Murong Zhao found a chair and sat down, and said slowly, "Actually, if he's just following Mr. This palace can't bear to steal something belonging to me."

Nangonghua wanted to kill him immediately, and said angrily: "He just took the evidence that the empress harmed Concubine Liang back then!"

Murong Zhao smiled dangerously: "Then I have to get it back. Of course, I hope he just goes."

"Then why are you so hypocritically looking for the imperial doctor and your lord?"

"The reason why I called the imperial doctor was because I couldn't bear the charge of murdering my younger brother. As for Miss Liu, in addition to satisfying Mr. Shen's ideas, more importantly, since I know that my fifth brother has unusual feelings for Miss Liu, why? Why don't you use it to threaten him?"

He's honestly downright hateful.

Nangong Hua gritted her teeth: "Sooner or later you will be punished!"

"Don't bother Miss Nangong, you should save my good fifth brother first. To be honest, I am really curious about Miss Liu's weird healing method."

Nangong Hua turned her head resentfully.

Qing Luo remained unmoved, she was concentrating on making preparations before the blood transfusion.

When she was concentrating on healing, nothing outside could affect her.

The tools needed for blood transfusion, including the hollow gold needles, she had already found in the set of gold needles that Mei Ruohua gave her.

Although it was too late to know what Mei Ruohua used this hollow needle for, it happened to come in handy for her right now.

There was one more thing - a clear plastic tube, which was impossible to find in this place anyway.

She could only settle for the next best thing and replace it with a soft sheep intestine tube.

All kinds of accidents will happen in poor conditions, and she doesn't care too much in order to save people.

"Once you start, there is no chance to go back on your word, do you understand?"

She asked Nangong Hua and Concubine Liang for the last time.

Concubine Liang was still brooding over the fact that her blood couldn't fuse with her son's, she just nodded dumbly when she heard the words: "Even if there is a chance, I'm willing to let Sheng'er try..."

She finally accepted the fact that she no longer asked for her own blood.

As for Nangong Hua, not only was she not afraid, but she felt excited and excited.

She was so lucky to be able to save Brother Liang!
How could you go back on your word?

"Then, let's get started!"

Qingluo asked the nunnery to bring in a bed, put it side by side with Liang Sheng's bed, and then asked Nangonghua to lie on it.

After she was lying down, Qingluo rolled up her sleeves to her elbows, tied her arms tightly with a rope, then found a blood vessel, and slowly pushed in the sterilized gold needle——

The jaws of the two imperial doctors dropped.

Physician Yang muttered quietly: "Is this... black magic or fairy magic?"

"Shut up, let me watch quietly!" Murong Zhao stared at him.

Doctor Yang shrank his neck, not daring to speak.

"If you are afraid, close your eyes and sleep for a while, I will watch." Qing Luo whispered to Nangong Hua.

"No, I'm not afraid!" Nangong Hua opened her eyes wide, staring at the blood slowly flowing from her arm, towards Liang Sheng.

A sensation of blood flow in the arm.

She quietly thought, is this the feeling of blood fusion...

Qing Luo was not as relaxed as her.

She stared closely at Liang Sheng's reaction.

If the blood type is wrong, she must stop the blood transfusion immediately.

Time passed little by little.

The thin sweat on her back was layer upon layer, but Liang Sheng never showed any abnormal reaction.

Is the blood type right?

It would be great if Liang Sheng was a universal blood recipient.

While she was relieved, she was also a little worried.

According to estimates, at least [-] blood had been drawn from Nangong Hua's body at this time, but Liang Sheng lost too much blood, which was far from enough in his situation.

Can't continue to extract, otherwise it will endanger Nangong Hua's life.

When Qingluo was about to pull out the needle, she was stopped by Nangong Hua: "My lord, is this enough? Why is Brother Liang still awake?"

"No more smoking, you won't be able to stand it."

Nangong Hua hurriedly shook her head: "No, no, I can do it, my lord, just take it, I have a lot of blood, enough for Brother Liang..."

Qingluo refused, and forcibly pulled out the needle: "No, one life for another is not my way of practicing medicine. Let me do it."

"How can this be done? I'm a martial artist, how can my lord's body be as strong as mine?" Nangonghua grabbed her hand and begged, "My lord, please...let me lose a little more, I can hold on Stay, really..."

"The blood in the human body is limited..."

"I don't care, even if I die, I will save Brother Liang!" Nangong Hua relied on her high martial arts skills, and forcibly stopped Qing Luo, preventing her from pulling out the needle in her arm.

Qingluo was a little angry, but also a little helpless, watching her face change from rosy to pale, she became a little anxious

(End of this chapter)