The gate of the Duke's Mansion had long been lifted up from the ground and placed aside by the servants. Zhao Ningyan was still standing on the top of the wall. When he saw someone coming, he immediately became alert.
He didn't have a telescope, nor was he standing as high as Tian An, so he couldn't see the East Palace logo on the carriage as clearly from a distance as she could.
"Whoever is coming here, stop immediately, otherwise you will bear the consequences..." He held up the black lump cautiously and shouted loudly to the team coming this way.
Fortunately, the other party revealed his identity and explained his purpose in the next second. The prince even stuck his head out of the carriage regardless of his identity.
When Zhao Ningyan learned that their situation was urgent, he quickly asked his servants to remove the threshold and took them directly into the mansion in a carriage.
At Tongxin Courtyard, Tian An was waiting at the gate early in the morning.
As soon as the carriage arrived, without waiting for her to salute, the prince spoke first, "Sister-in-law, there is no need to be so polite." Then he quickly explained Yongjia's situation to her.
Although Tian An was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw Yongjia's situation with his own eyes.
Hiding behind her sleeves, she first took out a blood test strip to check her blood type, then asked Yaoyao to take the prince and the others to send the person to the operating room, and then turned around and told Yuhong and the others to prepare the plasma.
Everyone in the Duke's Mansion had their blood types tested and registered. After knowing Princess Yongjia's blood type, they could quickly find people with the same blood type in the mansion by just taking out the book. Except for those with special circumstances, all of them were gathered together by Yuhong and the others, ready to donate blood for Yongjia at any time.
The prince personally carried Yongjia into the operating room. After putting him down, Yaoyao pushed him out of the operating room without any hesitation.
But they were troubled by Mu Chenke, who had been helping Yongjia to steady the knife that was stuck in her body.
Except for Tian An, no one dared to move the knife without permission. Even Mu Chenke could only maintain the knife's status quo as much as possible.
But if he needs to undergo surgery, it is definitely not possible for Yongjia to not take off his clothes because of the injuries he has suffered. We can't let Mu Chenke stay in the operating room until the end of the surgery!
If this gets out, even though the situation is urgent, Yongjia's reputation will be completely ruined.
On one side was Yongjia's life, and on the other was her reputation. Yaoyao really couldn't make a decision. She dragged the prince aside to discuss for a long time, but the two of them could not reach a conclusion.
The two were still arguing until Tian An was ready to enter the operating room.
Seeing them arguing fiercely, Tian An's instinct as a doctor made him ignore their identities and subconsciously scolded them coldly, "Is this the time to discuss this? Save your life first."
She had checked Yongjia's wound and found that there was no secondary damage thanks to Mu Chenke's help. If this operation was to be successful, it would not have been possible without Mu Chenke.
I can control the bleeding from the wound after drawing the knife and the subsequent suture problems, but I can't take care of the important task of drawing the knife at the same time.
Although Yaoyao and Yuhong were able to complete a caesarean section independently, they still lacked experience in such a serious trauma surgery.
What's more, in order to pull the knife out of Yongjia's body, the damage to the wound must be minimized as much as possible. Speed, strength, and stability are all essential.
The fact that Mu Chenke has been able to hold the knife steady for Yongjia until now shows that his hands are steady enough. As a martial artist, his speed and strength are beyond words. Undoubtedly, he is the most suitable candidate.
In the operating room, Tian An solemnly told Mu Chenke about drawing the knife, and he agreed readily.
However, due to the issue Yaoyao and the prince had just discussed outside the operating room, he took the initiative to suggest that he could blindfold himself when the operation began.
Tian An was a little worried. "Are you sure you can do it with your eyes covered? This is a matter of life and death, and there is no room for negligence."
In her opinion, nothing is more important than life.
Mu Chenke nodded confidently, "Don't worry, Madam. I know the seriousness of this matter."
Seeing that he was confident, Tian An raised his hand and signaled Yuhong to blindfold him.
When everything was ready, Tian An held the surgical instruments in both hands, took a deep breath, looked at Mu Chenke and said, "When I count to three, you draw your knife."
"Okay." Mu Chenke felt the strength and direction of his hand and replied briefly.
"one"
"two"
"three……"
On the outskirts of Beijing.
Zhao Yiming arranged people to guard all the exits of the secret passages early on.
As soon as Prince Wenxuan and the Queen Mother came out of the secret passage, he received the news, and when he rushed over, the two groups had already started fighting.
The already injured assassin protected the blood-stained Prince Wenxuan and the queen mother with disheveled hair and makeup and disheveled clothes, and was attacking the encirclement again and again in an attempt to break out.
Unfortunately, with the arrival of Zhao Yiming, their hopes became increasingly slim.
Zhao Yiming, sitting on horseback, quietly watched Prince Wenxuan, who was like a trapped beast. His hands gripping the reins gradually tightened until veins bulged.
A strong hatred flashed in his originally cold eyes, and it shot straight towards Prince Wenxuan and the Queen Mother as if it were real.
Prince Wenxuan seemed to have sensed something and when he looked up he met Zhao Yiming's eyes which were filled with immense hatred. His heart subconsciously tightened and memories that had been buried for many years suddenly flooded into his mind.
"Could it be that he knows everything?"
As King Wenxuan looked doubtful and inquiring, Zhao Yiming calmly raised his hand, signaling the soldiers and secret guards to stop.
The originally tense fight suddenly stopped, and the scene calmed down instantly, but also became more tense.
Zhao Yiming dismounted, drew out the heavy sword given to him by Tian An, and walked straight towards King Wenxuan and his gang who were already at the end of their rope.
At this time, Zhao Yiming had already taken off his civil official's court robes and put on the armor of a military general. His whole aura became strong and powerful, forcing King Wenxuan and his men to retreat again and again.
Zhao Yiming stopped five steps away from them and looked at King Wenxuan gravely, "Eighth uncle, do you recognize the armor on your nephew?"
Upon hearing this, Prince Wenxuan subconsciously looked towards him, but the more he looked, the more frightened he became. "Is this Zhao Ningbai's armor? You, you really know everything?"
Zhao Yiming curled the corners of his lips coldly, "I've always known."
Then, she took out a handkerchief embroidered with red hibiscus flowers and looked at the Queen Mother. "I wonder if the Queen Mother still remembers this handkerchief?"
When her name was called, the Queen Mother tried to open her cloudy eyes wide, using the torchlight to identify the person. For a moment, she had the same expression as Prince Wenxuan, and pointed at the handkerchief in Zhao Yiming's hand with a trembling finger, "This, this is Chaoyang's handkerchief?"
Zhao Yiming was very satisfied with their performance. "It seems that you have a good memory. If that's the case, there's no need for me to explain further. Just bear with my revenge!"
After he finished speaking, Zhao Yiming narrowed his eyes, as if locking onto his prey, exerted force with his hands, raised his sword and slashed towards King Wenxuan.
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