"Transfusion."

What? Blood transfusion?

These two words are extremely simple and easy to understand, but after understanding them, more and bigger questions arise.

How to exchange? Whose should I exchange?

How did she know that blood transfusion would work? !

Seeing that everyone was like curious babies, Jiang Ying held her forehead and said, "Your Majesty, are you sure you want me to explain before you take action? I have to say first that this matter cannot be explained in just a few words, and the child is seriously ill and time is running out."

The emperor calmed down all the excited doctors.

"Hold on, everyone, until Jiang rescues the child!"

With the emperor's words, Jiang Ying would encounter minimal obstacles no matter what he did next.

For example, the prerequisite for blood transfusion is that she must find someone with the same blood type as the child to donate blood.

People believe that semen and blood are a person's essence and must not be lost at will. Even if you suffer a minor injury, you must eat and drink well to replenish it as soon as possible.

Calling on them to donate blood? It's as difficult as climbing to heaven!

But the emperor has said one thing, and the imperial power is supreme, so who dares not to do it?

So, Jiang Ying successfully filled the blood bag needed for the blood transfusion. After he was done, he locked himself and the child in the room. An hour later, the blood transfusion was successful.

The child was also given some medicine to reduce jaundice and control rejection.

When the child was taken out again, his skin color had not changed much, but his overall mental state and breathing were much better than before he was taken in.

Zhou and her child were closely connected, and she felt it most deeply. Without saying a word, she knelt down in front of Jiang Ying and gave him a nod.

"Thank you, thank you Jiang Da-ji, I will work like a slave to thank you in the future!"

"No need. I also have a child, so I know how difficult it is to be a mother." Jiang Ying said, "Go ahead. If the child is hungry, feed him. Remember, feed him in small amounts and multiple times."

Newborns are prone to spitting up milk, and after the blood transfusion, all organs need to adapt, so you need to be more careful.

The emperor raised his eyebrows, feeling amazed, "Is it all right now? Is he saved?"

Jiang Ying stood too high, her legs went weak and she couldn't help but stumble. Yan Zhuo knew that this would happen every time she treated someone, so he was prepared.

He grabbed the man's waist and held him in his arms.

He also picked up a plate of sweet snacks and passed it to Jiang Ying.

"Eat something to replenish your energy."

The "Chocolate" snack she had last time tasted great and was very effective in replenishing physical strength. However, Yan Zhuo asked Qi Ren to ask all the snack shops in the capital, but couldn't find it. He also didn't know where she came from.

Did you do it yourself?

Seeing this, the emperor realized that he was too impatient. He rubbed his nose and asked Yan Zhuo to take Jiang Ying back to rest first.

Jiang Ying didn't try to be stubborn and gave a few reminders.

After all, this is the Imperial Hospital, and there are still many people who can help. Moreover, several imperial doctors were shocked by Jiang Ying's move and spoke out. They admired her sincerely, so they took the initiative to step forward and take charge of the subsequent observation of the child.

Two days passed quickly.

The emperor came to the Imperial Hospital again and was surprised to see a completely different child.

The jaundice faded, and the skin became white, tender and smooth, like a freshly peeled egg. The big eyes were bright and the little hands and feet were grabbing around lively.

It was hard to believe that such a healthy and lively child had almost died two days ago in the afternoon.

Zhou held the child in her arms and kowtowed excitedly, "I, your humble wife, thank the emperor, thank you all, your emperor is the most wise emperor I have ever seen, and the Imperial Hospital... is also the most humane government office I have ever encountered, really, thank you!"

Ordinary people have little education, so even when they praise others, they speak in plain language.

But to people's ears, it sounds particularly warm and comfortable. Didn't you see that the emperor's eyes were squinting with comfort?

It is also inevitable that no one would foolishly remind Zhou at this time that the Imperial Hospital is not a government office...

Jiang Ying was smiling as he admired the little baby he had saved with great effort and joy.

It's so small, not much bigger than a premature baby.

Just like all babies when they were little, they chewed their fingers diligently and lovingly.

Jiang Ying suddenly felt a little regretful. He should have brought Monkey along so that he could meet his little brother who had escaped death.

Yan Zhuo felt that the look in Jiang Ying's eyes when he looked at the child was so gentle that it made tears drip from his eyes!

I am increasingly thinking of having more sisters as soon as possible.

As for how much, he felt miserable and it was so difficult...

Otherwise, how about learning her trick, drugging her and forcing herself on her?

That’s what he said, but Yan Zhuo didn’t dare to say it.

For the first time, a certain prince realized that there was a "慫" part in his genes!

Jiang Ying smiled happily at the child, and Zhou smiled even more happily at Jiang Ying.

"Jiang Da-ji, you gave the child a second life. How about you give the child a name?"

Her husband had died, and there were no educated people in her husband's or her own family, so she was not sure how to choose a good name for him. Therefore, Zhou thought for a moment and set her sights on Jiang Ying.

Originally, the emperor was the most important person here, and asking the emperor to give her a title would be good, but Zhou thought about it and still didn't have the audacity to make such an ignorant request...

He was the emperor, the one who named his sons and grandsons. How could her son be considered as such?

Besides, it is not easy for a child to escape death. Zhou wants her son to live a simple and safe life and be happy from now on. She doesn't want to think about anything else.

Jiang Ying was stunned and pointed at his nose. "Ah? This... let me name it?"

Zhou nodded, smiling with red cheeks, looking very satisfied, "Yes, my family's surname is Gao, Miss Jiang, don't worry too much, just pick any name. We ordinary people don't care so much about names. The reason why I let Miss Jiang pick it is because I want the child to remember his savior in the future, and if there is a chance, he will definitely repay the savior."

"Auntie, there's really no need..." Jiang Ying waved his hands repeatedly.

This kind of thank-you-back situation is so awkward, she has never liked it.

But Zhou was persistent.

The two of them were arguing, and Yan Zhuo couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he said firmly, "Auntie, Yingying is thin-skinned, don't embarrass her, how about I take it for you?"

"Who are you?" Zhou was confused. This person was always courteous to Mr. Jiang. Who was he?

Calling himself "this king", could it be that he is a prince?

Hmm...is there such a servile prince?