At this time, I saw her using the same method and steps to collect blood from Zhen'er's elbow fossa.
Jun Mohan looked at the wound on his elbow, which was smaller than the eye of a needle, and then looked at the two full bags of blood hanging high.
He was stunned for a moment. This method of taking blood leaves no wounds and no feeling. He said, "You can also draw some of my blood and give it to the Imperial Grandmother."
"You think it's just water. You can pump it again and again. It's a steady stream." Mu Lingwei glared at him and said, "You should take a rest first."
Jun Mohan was stunned, what is it?
After Mu Lingwei finished everything, she hung up the blood bag for the Queen Mother again, and saw the blood flowing into the body of the Queen Mother bit by bit.
Mu Lingwei took out scissors and other items and said, "Your Majesty, must you have seen it? Blood is thicker than water. Only your blood can fuse with the blood of the Queen Mother."
When Jun Mohan heard the words "blood is thicker than water", he was stunned again. The imperial grandmother was his relative. If the imperial grandmother had saved his mother back then, he would have still been happy at her knees.
Suddenly, a strong sense of intimacy suddenly arose in Jun Mohan's heart. He looked at the Empress Dowager on the bed with her eyes closed tightly. Her face gradually turned red, and his blood flowed into the body of the empress dowager.
He was suddenly very happy.
However, his reaction was also very quick. He glanced at Zhen'er and said coldly: "Why is Zhen'er's blood okay?"
Mu Lingwei blinked, he knew she was going to lie again.
She just heard her say: "Maybe Zhen'er is also the granddaughter of the Empress Dowager."
Zhen'er was so frightened that she quickly knelt down and said, "I am not lucky enough to be the granddaughter of the Empress Dowager. Princess, please stop joking."
Jun Mohan naturally didn't believe Mu Lingwei's nonsense. She could even make it up to gods, so there was nothing else she didn't dare to say.
I just heard him say in a cold voice: "Do I allow you to kneel? Since you like to kneel, go kneel outside and don't stand in front of my eyes."
"Yes." Zhen'er really wanted to go out and kneel.
Mu Lingwei looked at him and then criticized him: "You are a man who can fall out of love faster than turning the page in a book. Just now you were as gentle as water, but now you are as cold as ice. Don't forget that Zhen'er is also the savior of the Empress Dowager."
Then he said to Zhen'er: "You are really honest. If he asks you to go out and kneel, you go out and kneel. If he asks you to die immediately, will you die?"
Zhen'er nodded again: "Death."
Mu Lingwei was speechless for a moment, she felt that the clown was always her.
These people really take human life for granted.
Mu Lingwei pulled her over, sat her down on the stool, and handed her a bottle of glucose, saying: "Drink it, replenish your strength, in case you need more blood later, you have to
Contribute another two hundred milliliters."
Zhen'er glanced at Jun Mohan, whose eyes turned cold. She was so frightened that she quickly lowered her head and drank it in one gulp, saying happily: "It's so sweet, like sugar water."
Jun Mohan naturally didn't receive that kind of treatment and just watched helplessly.
His expression became a little colder. What did this dead woman mean?
Zhen'er was about to go out again, but she pulled her back and said, "Who will light up my princess when you leave?"
She sighed, this assistant is not good!
He threw two more candlesticks to Zhen'er, "The brighter the better, hold them securely."
Zhen'er didn't know why, but she still held it obediently and stood aside.
Jun Mohan was stunned again because she snatched the imperial grandmother's hand away from him.
I saw her taking out some strange things again, again like a blood transfusion, but this time the liquid was transparent.
At this time, Mu Lingwei took advantage of this opportunity and put salt water on the other hand of the Queen Mother. She said: "Infuse the nutrient solution first. If the skin test passes, then inject some anti-inflammatory drugs. It will be much better."
Jun Mohan looked at these strange things silently...
At this time, Mu Lingwei had already used scissors to cut open the bloody belt around the Empress Dowager's waist, revealing two wide and deep wounds. Although the wounds were stopped with gold wound medicine, the powder could only stop the bleeding.
It works, because the wound has turned white and the skin and flesh are turned outwards. Fortunately, it is winter. If it were summer, it might have become suppurative and infected.
She also disinfected first and put on disposable rubber gloves. After checking, she said: "One knife is deeper and the other is shallower. If it goes in another inch, it will be over. Fortunately, the spleen is not injured, but the abdominal cavity is full of
It's blood, it's caked, it must be removed immediately."
"The wound must be sutured immediately, otherwise her healing ability will not be good, she will be easily infected, and she may die at any time."
Jun Mohan didn't pay attention to what she said, he only looked at the two wounds. Who wanted to harm the emperor's grandmother and did such a heavy hand.
Next, I saw Mu Lingwei getting a strange needle from nowhere in her hand. The thread was also transparent. Her hands were stained with blood, and the piles of cotton wool next to her were covered with blood stains.
Mu Lingwei took them out from the abdominal cavity of the Empress Dowager, and they looked extremely horrifying.
But she seemed not to be afraid, and just stared at the wound and mended it...
There were only two wounds, and her hands were also very fast. She suddenly said in the middle of the process: "Zhen'er, take my hair."
She felt that her braid had almost slipped to her shoulders. Jun Mohan saw that Zhen'er was also staring at her hands intently, as if he didn't hear her. Moreover, Zhen'er had lights on his left and right hands, no.
Dare to move even an inch.
He glanced at her hair again and took the initiative to move her hair away, but the hair seemed to be against him. It moved away and slipped down again.
So, he had no choice but to hold it for her.
At this time, he was holding a long and thick piece of her hair in his hand, which was very awkward.
At this time, he saw that her forehead began to sweat again, probably because of the close distance. The sweat beads seemed to be full and crystal clear, and they were about to drip onto her eyelashes.
Jun Mohan took out another snow-white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it gently for her.
"Thanks."
Mu Lingwei still thanked her out of habit and did not raise her head.
All her attention was on the needlework and tweezers in her hands.
Jun Mohan was stunned for a moment, and saw beads of sweat appear on his wiped forehead again. He repeated the previous action and felt that the handkerchief was soaked with her sweat.
After a while, Mu Lingwei said: "Okay, I'll disinfect her wound and wrap it with gauze and you're done."
Suddenly, Jun Mohan's hand raised in the air suddenly retracted and he quickly hid the handkerchief in his sleeve.
His veil was well hidden, but he forgot that he was still holding her hair in his hand.
At the same time, Mu Lingwei glanced at the oxygen bottle. She had adjusted the frequency to low, so there should still be oxygen.
When she turned around, she saw Jun Mohan holding her braid, causing her scalp to hurt.
She frowned, but it was not that she was ignorant, and said: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for helping me to braid my concubine's hair."
The next moment, she snatched it away, put it behind her casually, and said coldly: "Move your wheelchair a little bit, it's blocking my way."
She stood up again, pinched her eyebrows, moved her muscles, revealing her slender waist...