The Little Farmer's Daughter is a Divine Doctor

After drinking the red medicine soup, Dongfang Yu's eyes were as red as fire. He watched Wen Ruolan clench his teeth. At most, there were two wheezes in his throat, blue tendons on his forehead and eyes.

Wen Ruolan sat next to him, wiping the silver needle with strong liquor, and occasionally looked up at Dongfang Yu's state. The eight Liang beside him had already shaken with fright. He could not help but approach Wen Ruolan and be in front of him.

This small action let Wen Ruolan can't help but hook the lip corner: "eight Liang."

"Ah?" Ba Liang looked back as if she had been frightened. All her attention was attracted by the crazy man in front of her, so that when she looked back, the panic in her eyes didn't fade.

"Go to Hua Wuying and get the crescent moon." Wen Ruolan looked at the direction of the door.

Eight Liang subconsciously shook his head: "can't leave miss a person here."

"Well, it's just fighting poison with poison. He has no time for me." Wen Ruolan gave eight Liang a reassuring look, urging: "go quickly."

Ba Liang moved his steps, but he didn't forget to look back at Dongfang Yu. He moved to the door and ran out quickly. When he got outside, he almost ran into Hua Wuying's arms. He looked up and didn't say a word: "curved moon."

Hua Wuying takes out the dagger and hands it to Ba Liang. Ba Liang turns around and runs in. He holds the dagger tightly in his hand and stares at Dongfang Yu. As long as he finds that the momentum is not right, he can directly rush to fight.

Wen Ruolan wiped the silver needle, and then took the reed pipe which had been prepared from the side. One by one, he checked the inside and opened it. He looked up at a sealed wooden barrel hanging on the roof and sipped the corner of his lips. Success or failure could only depend on this, and there was no chance of success. After all, he had never done the exchange transfusion himself in his two lives.

He carefully searched his body and determined the points of acupoints and arteries. Wen Ruolan brought up the dark medicine soup and looked at Dongfang Yu: "can you still bear it?"

Dongfang Yu could only hum twice, which was an answer.

Wenruolan brought the soup to his mouth.

He opened his mouth as if he was cruel. He drank all the medicine soup. Bishan's eyes and forehead were more fierce.

Wen Ruolan's silver needle rose and fell quickly. After the needle was finished, he said, "brother, let's do it."

Hua Wuying came in from the outside, rose in the air, took the reed pipe and inserted it into the small hole under the sealed barrel, and quickly sealed it with fire paint.

Wen Ruolan used the crescent moon to quickly cut the skin outside the artery of Dongfang Yu's neck. The crescent moon punctured the blood vessel a little, and when the blood gushed out, he pricked the reed tube in, raised his head, rushed to the flower, and nodded.

The flower has no shadow and is still breathing. It controls the plasma in the reed tube with internal force.

Without hesitation, Wen Ruolan cut the inner trousers of Dongfang Yu's robe with a stab of the crescent moon, inserted a reed tube into the vein of his leg, and put one end of the reed tube into the barrel.

The speed of blood flow is slow, which makes Wen Ruolan very satisfied. The prescription of the last bowl of decoction is Guixi pill, and the effect is good.

Eight Liang helplessly watched Dongfang Yu's red face turn pale. He was careful that his liver would break, and his forehead was drenched in cold sweat.

Wen Ruolan pinches Dongfang Yu's pulse socket with one hand, and controls the silver needle with the other hand. He slowly unties the major acupoints from top to bottom. The blood speed is still stable, and Dongfang Yu's skin is getting paler and paler.

Hua Wuying didn't dare to be distracted. He almost squatted on a high place with a straight back. His eyes shrank as he watched the change of Dongfang Yu.

It was decided by Wen Ruolan to save Dongfang Yu, but he, Jin Lao and even Zhou Butong did not agree. After all, this is a strong enemy. Once he recovers, it will be more difficult in the future.

Wen Ruolan raised her eyelids: "how many more?"

"Flower shadowless finger light button barrel:" one third. "

Wen Ruolan fixed her eyes for a moment: "speed up, or you can't stand it."

Hua Wuying immediately speeds up, and Wen Ruolan also quickly pulls out the silver needle. They cooperate perfectly. When the last drop of blood falls into Dongfang Yi's artery, Wen Ruolan pulls out the reed tube, quickly applies herbs to the wound, wraps up the wound, jumps down from the stool, pulls out the reed tube of the lower extremity artery, and quickly seals the wound.

Dongfang Yu snorted, and he was unconscious.

"Just untie it and lay it flat on the ground." Wen Ruolan said, and quickly sealed the barrel, which contained almost one third of Dongfang Yu's blood.

Looking at Dongfang Yu, Ba Liang put him on the ground like a dead man. His legs softened and he knelt down, shaking all over.

Wen Ruolan came to the wooden barrel with a lantern and opened the lid a little bit. The smell of blood in it immediately diffused.

"It's very poisonous." Wen Ruolan muttered, turned around and went out. After a while, he came in with nephrite and some Aconitum from western regions and threw it directly into the barrel.

Hua Wuying set Dongfang Yu up and stood beside Wen Ruolan: "really can't die?"

Wen Ruolan nodded: "will not die, but want to live is not easy, pick a layer of skin is a small matter, big brother, an hour later, continue to exchange blood."

After that, Wen Ruolan went to pull Ba Liang up and went out.

Eight two legs are soft, finally moved to the kitchen, people can no longer control, hugged wenruolan, shivering: "Miss, what kind of torture is that?"

"Exchange blood, help." Wen Ruolan said and patted Ba Liang on the back: "you're afraid you won't have to go next time."

Eight Liang immediately shook his head like a rattle: "no, I'm afraid I'll go too. I have to protect my young lady when I die."

This words say of righteousness awe inspiring, make Wen Ruolan smile a voice: "don't worry, it will be OK. Follow me. "

It's still Guixi pill, but a few more herbs are added. An hour later, Wen Ruolan comes back again. This time, the barrel is not as big as last time.

"Brother, this time it's faster. It's too difficult to replace all of them. You can only relieve the symptoms and take medicine. Maybe it will be OK."

Without saying a word, Hua Wuying went up to the roof with a wooden bucket and put it in a reed pipe.

This time, Wen Ruolan was a little more relaxed. He put the reed tube in place, tied it firmly with cloth strips, and nodded at the flowers.

The plasma came down, and Wen Ruolan was not idle. She quickly picked out Dongfang Yi's two middle fingers with the crescent moon, and the black and smelly blood trickled down.

After another two hours, the crow of chickens had been heard twice outside. Wen Ruolan carefully checked Dongfang Yu's pulse and was relieved.

She knew that at least Dongfang Yu would not die.

Two hands of blood more and more red, wenruolan decisively let flower shadowless stop, bandage wound, get up to leave, a turn around, in front of a black rushed to the past, fortunately eight two hands quickly hugged wenruolan.

"Miss. Are you okay? What's the matter with you? " Eight Liang holding coma Wen Ruolan with a cry.

Hua Wuying left those messy things and bent down to pick up Wen Ruolan: "she's too tired, waiting for her to go back to the room to have a rest."

Eight two one slip trot of follow flower have no shadow, Wen Ruolan lie on the bed of time still mutter: "protect him, can't die."

"Sleep, I'm here." Hua Wuying quietly comforted and strode away.

*****

Don't wait to wake up, heard the soft sobs, Wen Ruolan frowned, raised his hand to push away.

She was so tired that she didn't want anyone to disturb her dream. As a result, her hand was held: "Miss, wake up quickly. If you don't wake up again, you will be dead."

Wen Ruolan's heart sank a little, exhausted the strength to draw back the hand, the result was more tightly grasped by eight Liang.

Helpless, had to speak: "eight Liang, let me sleep for a while."

Eight Liang's tears crackled: "Miss, someone in the palace wants the crown prince, and both Jin and Zhou can't stand it."

Wen Ruolan Shua opened his eyes: "emperor or queen?"