Su Luo had 400 milliliters drawn, which was her physical limit; if she drew any more, she would faint.

But without this blood, Nangong Chiyu would die.

Before he woke up, Su Luo gave him her own blood.

Half an hour later, Nangong Chiyu felt much better, except that his wounds were still a little sore.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Su Luo leaning against the tree. Her lips and face were pale, but her weak eyes were fixed on him, and she dared not relax.

"You're awake?"

Su Luo was so weak that she was too lazy to move. Right now, she was probably even weaker than Nangong Chiyu.

"Su Luo, you saved me?"

Looking at the blood bags hanging on the tree branch next to me, there were two bags. One bag had been completely transfused, and the other bag had a little bit left.

And at the end of the transparent tube was his hand; it was blood.

He was in a daze just now, and he seemed to see Su Luo drawing his blood. Could it be that all that blood was transfused into him?

What kind of treatment method requires someone else's blood, and why did Su Luo actually donate her own blood to save him?

"Is this your blood?"

Su Luo simply nodded, her face pale and her voice strained.

Seeing Su Luo like this, Nangong Chiyu's heart clenched, and a strong pang of heartache washed over him. How could he give her blood? He was about to pull the needle out of the back of his hand when he thought about it.

"Don't move..."

Su Luo's voice became much softer, sounding so out of place compared to the birdsong in the forest.

"Here's your blood back, or you'll die."

Nangong Chiyu didn't understand Su Luo's medical techniques; he only knew that people would die from excessive blood loss.

"You won't die, don't move, or all my blood will have been wasted."

Su Luo could tell that he didn't want to donate her blood; his eyes were full of resistance.

As Nangong Chiyu watched the blood dripping down, each drop caused his heart to ache terribly.

What kind of woman is Su Luo? He owes her far too much. How can she possibly repay this debt of gratitude?

"you are stupid!"

Su Luo looked up at him, and she realized that she herself also felt foolish.

“Nangong Chiyu, I was going to kill you, but you saved me this time, so we're even.”

"It's not even!"

Su Luo just sneered; it was too empty, and she didn't want to talk anymore.

After the blood transfusion was finished, Su Luo propped herself up and stood up to help Nangong Chiyu remove the needle. She then dissolved all the blood-containing instruments in front of Nangong Chiyu using a dissolving solution.

After doing all this, she sat back down next to Nangong Chiyu, and the two leaned against the same tree.

He picked up the water bag, took a sip of water, and then slowly said.

"Aren't you going to ask where these things I used to save you came from?"

Nangong Chiyu had seen many military doctors in the army, and they all carried silver needles and herbs with them. However, he didn't know how Su Luo managed to carry such a bulky item on her person.

"If you want to say it, you will."

"I don't want to say anything, just pretend you didn't see it."

"good!"

Su Luo was surprised that he agreed so readily. The two leaned against each other, and Su Luo told him that after he fainted, she killed the assassins.

As for what she used to kill him, Su Luo didn't say.

Tired of talking, the two fell silent. They didn't know how much time had passed, but no one noticed them.

Su Luo was feeling drowsy, but Nangong Chiyu's words made her mind much clearer.

"Su Luo, let's be together after things are settled in Beiliang and Nanning, shall we?"

Su Luo turned to look at her, and he was looking at Su Luo as well.

In spring, tender leaves sprout on the trees, and the wind blows through the gaps, allowing rays of sunlight to fall on each other, creating a colorful scene!

Perhaps because of his injury, Su Luo saw a hint of affection in his deep eyes.

"Nangong Chiyu, although you have saved me a few times, you have never asked me to repay you with my body. Besides, I will not find a stepfather for my children, so don't even think about it."

Even if she wanted to get married, she wouldn't choose Nangong Chiyu. He's the person in Manyu's heart, the person her friend likes, and she wouldn't touch him.

Upon hearing Su Luo's words, Nangong Chiyu felt a ripple in his heart.

"You mean, if a stepfather isn't suitable, what about your biological father? If it were Chen Huaixu, you'd still be willing to accept him, right?"

Su Luo leaned against the tree and nodded casually. Anyway, Chen Huaixu had been dead for so long, how could he possibly come back to life?

"Okay! I understand."

Gradually, Su Luo lost track of whether she had fallen asleep or fainted.

In her hazy state, she heard Nangong Chiyu whistle, followed by the cries of an eagle circling overhead, and then it all stopped...

...

When Su Luo woke up, she found herself lying in her room at the Du residence. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Nangong Chiyu.

Yi Huan held one of her hands, her eyes fixed on her face.

"Mother, Mother, you're awake?"

Seeing that it was already dark outside, Su Luo didn't know how long she had slept.

"Yi Huan, be good, Mommy is alright."

Nangong Chiyu sat by her bedside, and when he saw that she was about to get up, he used a pillow to prop her up against the headboard.

"I fainted. What time is it? Did you bring me back?"

Su Luo was completely unaware of what would happen after that day.

"This is lean meat porridge that Lady Yun made for you. Eat it first, and then I'll tell you about what happened today."

They sent a message to Chi Yi using an eagle, and soon someone came to pick them up. At the hunting grounds, Du Xiuyuan also took Su Luo's pulse. She was not injured, but she had lost too much blood, which caused her to faint from weakness.

All the imperial physicians considered taking Su Luo's pulse. She was clearly not injured, so how could she have lost so much blood? What kind of illness was this?

But he would never use Su Luo as an experiment for these people. He immediately took Su Luo to rest, and with the Imperial Advisor and Du Xiuyuan personally taking care of her, he went to find the murderer behind the scenes.

"Hmm! It's late afternoon, still early!"

"Mom, Huanhuan will feed you porridge."

Yi Huan took a small spoon, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and fed it to Su Luo's mouth: "Mother, Physician Du said that you should eat more lean meat."

Su Luo ate the porridge her daughter fed her, then took the spoon herself: "Okay, Mother will do it herself. An'an, you take Miss to do her homework."

"It's Madam!"

The fewer people who know about court affairs, the better, especially for a child like Yi Huan, it would be even worse if they heard about them.

The two children went downstairs. With Nangong Chiyu there, the people from the Du family only dared to serve outside.

Su Luo finished eating quickly, and since there was nowhere to put the bowl, she handed it to Nangong Chiyu.

Nangong Chiyu did not shy away because of his status. He took the bowl that Su Luo had eaten from, put it away, and poured her a glass of water.

"Oh dear, I forgot you were injured too. How are you? Are you feeling better?"

This injury was nothing out of the ordinary for Nangong Chiyu. The main thing was that Su Luo had detoxified him, so everything else was fine.

"You treated me yourself, so there's nothing to worry about."

She was just asking casually.