Rebirth of the beauty of the peasant girl

Chapter 619

She said sternly: "Nangonghua, you still want to kill yourself! If you die, even if you save Liang Sheng, he knows that it is your life in exchange, how will he feel?"

Nangong Hua's smile was a little weak: "My lord, just don't tell him..."

"Are you stupid, or do you think I'm a fool?" Qing Luo slowed down her tone, "I know you like Liang Sheng, think about it, you saved him, but later he married another woman, you Can you be willing?"

Nangonghua sighed softly, and said quietly: "Brother Liang doesn't like me, even if I live, it's useless... As long as Brother Liang is doing well, I will be happy..."

Qingluo: "..."

It seems that her provocative words are totally unreliable in this era...

Murong Zhao and the two imperial doctors in the room looked at her like they were looking at a lunatic.

How would it feel to be drained of blood and die...

Just thinking about it makes one's hair stand on end.

Unlike Nangonghua, they looked at Qingluo's eyes and thought she was a demon...

Only demons can come up with this method of drawing blood to heal...

Doctor Yang couldn't help muttering again: "What's the difference between this and a vixen... This kind of treatment is simply evil..."

Qingluo looked at him coldly: "I'm an evildoer, you have the ability to accept me!"

Doctor Yang came into contact with her cold, beautiful eyes, and looked away in fear, not daring to meet her gaze.

"Nangonghua, you are a peerless Holy Mother! When you die, you lose everything!"

Qing Luo, who was blocked by her machete, could only curse fiercely.

Nangonghua turned a deaf ear to it, until she lost too much blood and fell into a coma, Qingluo seized the opportunity, pulled out the needle in a hurry, then cut a piece of blood ginseng from Chen Junyue, and stuffed it into her mouth.

It was roughly estimated that Nangong Hua had at least [-] blood drawn, but when Qingluo checked, it was found that the blood was not enough for Liang Sheng.

She silently calculated that if she loses another four or five hundred, she will almost be able to save Liang Sheng's life.

Four hundred blood draws are within a very safe range, so Qingluo pushed the needle into her arm blood vessel without any hesitation.

The only thing to worry about is whether Liang Sheng can accept her blood.

She could only bet that their blood types were exactly the same, or that Liang Sheng was a universal blood recipient, or that she herself was a universal transfusion type, that is, a person with supernatural blood.

Seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed, pushing the needle into her arm with no expression on her face, Shen Qing's expression loosened instantly.

She looked so slender, the sharp contrast between her thin snow-white arms and the bright red blood made his heart tremble a little.

"Luo'er, why are you so—" he finally couldn't hold back his voice.

Qingluo lowered her head to inspect Liang Sheng's situation, pretending she didn't hear it.

Shen Qing walked up to her and grabbed her wrist: "Stop, stop drawing blood!"

Qingluo raised her head and looked at him coldly: "Let go."

Shen Qing couldn't see any warmth in her eyes, and felt a bit of pain in her heart, so she slowly let go of her hand.

Qing Luo ignored him and continued to observe Liang Sheng's condition.

Now she can be sure that there is no problem in transfusing her own blood to Liang Sheng.

How lucky.

Even she herself felt a little unbelievable.

Seeing that Liang Sheng's pulse gradually stabilized and his face turned slightly bloody, she felt that it was almost done, and was about to pull out the needle when Liang Sheng suddenly woke up.

He looked at the tube connecting his arm and Qingluo's arm, his eyes were full of shock.

"Ah, Cheng'er, you're awake, you're really awake..." Concubine Liang wept with joy.

This woman cried when she was happy, and when she was sad, I don't know where she got so many tears, they were made of water.

"Not bad, I woke up so soon." Qingluo greeted him happily, and at the same time pulled out the needle swiftly.

"My lord, you are..." He looked at the blood spilling from Qingluo's arm and her somewhat pale face, he was shocked, "You, you gave me your blood?"

"It's just a little bit, the big heads are there!" Qingluo pointed to another bed, "You have to thank him well, in order to save you, I almost drained myself."

Nangong Hua lay on it, fast asleep.

"Ah, Miss Nangong is back too?"

He raised his head slightly, only then did he see the rest of the people in the room.

"Tsk tsk..." Murong Zhao came over, stared at Liang Sheng, looking up and down, amazed, "Just like this? The Mei family's medical skills are really amazing... Miss Liu, I want to worship you as my teacher... ...How can I harm you, hey, I can't bear to..."

Northern Qi is a place that respects medical skills, and Murong Zhao's words are sincere.

It's just that the sincerity is a little too straightforward, and people don't like to talk to him.

Since he attributed all these to the Mei family, it happened to save her the trouble of explaining, so he acquiesced logically.

"My lord, how is Miss Nangong?" Liang Sheng asked.

Qing Luo checked her condition, and said: "She has drawn a little too much blood, it may take a while to recuperate, there is no danger, don't worry."

Liang Sheng nodded, and asked again: "What about you?"

Qingluo smiled: "I'm even more okay, I only smoked a little."

"But your complexion looks worse than that of Nangong girl..." Liang Sheng's voice was full of unbearable heartache, "You are weak in the first place, and you still want to do this, which makes me..."

He couldn't go on.

It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I dare not say it.

He was afraid that if he said it, something would change.

Knowing that some things are impossible, it is better to bury it in the bottom of my heart than to say it out loud. I can taste the sweetness and sourness of it myself. Watching her from a distance is not a kind of happiness.

"When did you become such a mother-in-law?" Qingluo turned around to pack her things, stuffed a piece of snow ginseng into her mouth, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't treat myself badly if I treat anyone badly."

"Miss Liu, can I learn medical skills from you?" Murong Zhao half-truthfully asked.

"No."

"why?"

"Because your character is not good, I'm afraid others will scold me."

"scold you?"

"It's the mother's fault if the son doesn't teach."

"Ah? I'm just an apprentice. What does it have to do with this..." Murong Zhao was puzzled, "And it's not the mother's fault, isn't it the father's fault?"

Qing Luo said solemnly: "I'm a girl, so naturally I'll be a teacher for a day and a mother for the rest of my life. Come on, good son, call your mother and listen."

Murong Zhao: "..."

"Puchi!" Even Shen Qing was amused.

Concubine Liang was in a better mood, and she started talking with interest: "How old is Miss Liu, and she is going to be a mother?"

Qing Luo casually said, "It's not impossible if you really want to do it. Wouldn't it be enough to marry the old man of the Northern Qi Dynasty? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has many concubines in the Northern Qi Palace, right? Mrs. Liang used to be your mother anyway, but you are like this Disrespect, I dare to accept you as a disciple, I think life is too long?"

(End of this chapter)