Dr. Zhong arrived very quickly.
After the diagnosis, he looked troubled.
“Madam Jiang, the wound on her back is too deep. It would be best to stitch it up, otherwise it will be very difficult to heal. But depending on the location, if it is stitched up, all her clothes will have to be removed, which is really inconvenient for me…”
Su Liuer lay face down on the bed, her face as pale as paper.
Hearing this, he said, "Then I won't sew it up, just bandage it up. I have other things to do."
Dr. Zhong waved his hand repeatedly.
"You can't move around right now. If you lose too much blood, even if the wound is stitched up, it will be too late to save you."
Jiang Qingwan thought for a moment.
"I'll do it."
Dr. Zhong and Su Liuer both looked at her.
Lian'er was also full of surprise.
"Miss, you can't even embroider a purse."
Jiang Qingwan glanced at her.
“This is different from embroidering a purse. I used to sew up the wounds of rabbits in the mountains.”
Lian'er immediately showed an expression of admiration.
"Did the young lady save the rabbit?"
"It's beyond saving."
Jiang Qingwan had already started washing her hands. "But if you stuff the stomach with seasonings, sew it up, and then roast it, it tastes amazing."
The three people inside the room all widened their eyes in surprise.
Su Liuer lost her breath and started coughing repeatedly.
The wound on his back seeped through his clothes again.
"Don't worry, my hand is very steady."
Jiang Qingwan gestured to Dr. Zhong to prepare.
When her senior brother forced her to use acupuncture needles to stimulate acupoints before, several of the willow branches broke off.
Although it was a wooden stake that was being whipped, it was still very intimidating to her as a child.
Dr. Zhong couldn't think of any other solution, and he trusted Jiang Qingwan's abilities even more.
Then he prepared the silver needle fishing line and medicine.
"This is anesthetic powder, used to relieve pain, but it should be used sparingly as it is not good for your health."
While he was giving his incessant instructions, Jiang Qingwan had already taken out a blank talisman paper, finished inscribing the talisman, and slapped it directly onto Su Liuer's back.
The intense pain dissipated almost instantly.
Su Liuer looked at her weakly.
Why didn't you help me stop the pain just now?
"You didn't give me any money."
"Then why are you helping now?"
"I'm getting stitches, and you're moving around so you might prick me."
Su Liuer was so angry at these words that she almost fainted.
Despite her overall weakness, her senses were unusually clear. The needles pierced her skin repeatedly, and the pulling of the fishing line sent shivers down her spine.
Just then, Li Dou's voice rang out from outside the door.
"Miss, that person is vomiting blood. You should go and see him quickly, he might die."
"Xiao Wu!"
Su Liuer tried to get up in a hurry, but found that apart from her head being clear and able to turn and speak, her body was completely unable to move.
Seeing that Jiang Qingwan's stitching was going quite smoothly, Dr. Zhong stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
Thank you.
Su Liuer finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Lian'er also went out, leaving only Jiang Qingwan and Su Liuer in the room.
The atmosphere was unusually quiet.
Su Liuer watched as she bent over to stitch herself up, and a slight smile appeared on her pale lips.
"I didn't like you when we first met."
Jiang Qingwan remained focused and replied with a smile.
"Why? Because I'm too beautiful?"
Su Liuer rolled her eyes.
"That was the first time I had ever seen the Lord care so much about a woman, unlike how he treated Yun Xiaoran."
Jiang Qingwan paused in her stitching.
"That day at Huailou, when you helped me out of that predicament, was it Mo Yunhan who sent you?"
"yes."
Su Liuer buried her face in the pillow, and could smell the faint fragrance emanating from Jiang Qingwan.
“I admit I was prejudiced against you. I always thought that a divorced woman, a woman no other man wanted, had no right to stand by the master’s side. But when Xiao Wu carried me to the gate of the Prince’s mansion, the first person I thought of who could help me deliver the message was you.”
Jiang Qingwan finished the last injection, wiped away the blood with clean gauze, applied medicine, and then washed her hands.
After washing her clean, I helped her sit up and wrapped the bandage tightly around her wound.
Just as she finished, Lian'er hurried in.
"Miss, that person's condition is not good. Dr. Zhong would like you to go there after you finish your work."
"What's wrong with Xiao Wu?"
Su Liuer asked anxiously, but her body was still out of control.
Lian'er glanced at Jiang Qingwan, and only after seeing her nod did she tell the truth, "Doctor Zhong meant that he carried you on his back for so long that he injured his lungs and internal organs, and he is still coughing up blood."
"Jiang Qingwan, no, Your Highness, please save her." Su Liuer's eyes were red as she desperately held back her tears. "I took six brothers with me, and only the two of us came back alive. Xiao Wu cannot die."
Jiang Qingwan truly had no confidence in treating and saving lives.
She pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.
"There's nothing you can do right now, so just rest. I'll go check on her and do my best to help if I can. Lian'er, stay with her and make sure she doesn't move around too much."
"Yes, Miss."
Xiao Wu was placed in Li Dou's room.
When Jiang Qingwan went in, the person was indeed still vomiting blood.
His breath was faint, and deathly aura was already lingering between his brows.
When Dr. Zhong saw her come in, he couldn't help but shake his head.
"His internal organs are all damaged, and I'm afraid he's beyond saving."
Jiang Qingwan walked over and took a look.
"I have a way to stop him from vomiting blood. Please do your best."
She doesn't know acupuncture, but she can use spiritual energy to activate the power of talismans to temporarily protect the injuries to her internal organs. The key lies in Doctor Zhong's skills.
Using spiritual energy to transmit the power of talismans is somewhat mentally taxing.
By the end, Jiang Qingwan's face had turned somewhat pale.
Fortunately, this method worked, and Xiao Wu stopped vomiting blood. Doctor Zhong used medicine to keep him alive until his last breath. As for whether he could live or not, all they could do was try their best and leave the rest to fate.
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