Looking at Su Yujiao's pale face, trembling legs, and large beads of sweat falling from her body due to pain, Mo Shu felt shocked and had mixed feelings.
What woman isn't afraid of pain? General Su's pampered young lady was actually willing to exchange her life for her master's!
The master is truly blessed to have met such a devoted woman; I hope he will cherish her in the future.
"Hurry up! What are you standing there for? This is a matter of life and death!" Su Yujiao shouted sharply, racing against death, every minute and second was precious.
"Young Madam, is it really true that I cannot use my blood?"
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. If it stops flowing, cut deeper."
Su Yujiao spoke while her hands continued to move.
After the wound was stitched up, she bandaged it again with Mo Shu's help.
Su Yujiao collapsed to the ground, exhausted, clearly lacking strength, her hands trembling violently.
"Bring me a bowl of sweet soup," she said weakly.
Mo Shu handed her the sugar water, which Su Yujiao drank in one gulp.
After resting for a short while, she asked Mo Shu to find another funnel and, following the same assembly method, began to administer saline solution to Lu Ziqian to replenish his fluids.
After assembling the ink book, not knowing where to attach the goose feather, he handed it to Su Yujiao.
Su Yujiao touched Lu Ziqian's foot, skillfully found a vein, and inserted a goose feather into it.
"Take another sheep intestine and two goose feathers, this time make sure there are no loopholes."
He copied the ink writing exactly as instructed.
Su Yujiao tied two goose feathers to the two ends of the sheep intestine, tying one end to her hand and the other end to Lu Ziqian's right hand.
Mo Shu's eyes widened as he realized that the young mistress was using a two-pronged approach to transfer all her blood into her master's body.
"Young Madam, you've given your blood to the master, what will you do?"
"Isn't there enough blood in the funnel?"
Su Yujiao grew increasingly weak; her lips turned white, and she seemed to lack even the strength to speak.
"The equipment is simple, there is no air pressure, and the blood transfusion speed is too slow. It would be better to use both methods together."
Mo Shu didn't understand what equipment and air pressure were, but he understood the second half of the sentence.
He stood to the side, his fists clenched, looking at Lu Ziqian, who was still unconscious, and Su Yujiao, who was growing weaker and weaker.
I hate my own incompetence; at this critical moment of life and death, I couldn't help at all.
What she hated even more was why she wasn't the one who got hurt. She had nothing to lose; if she died, she would just die. There was no need for the young mistress to expend so much of her precious blood.
"Young Madam, please wake up. When will the blood transfusion end? Are you in danger of dying?"
"What should I do, my subordinate?"
Su Yujiao said weakly, "Go get paper and pen."
"Have the inn cook some Four Red Nourishing Porridge, made with peanuts, red beans, purple rice, and red dates."
"I'll be fine. If I take good care of myself, I can recover."
"Go quickly."
"yes."
When Mo Shu returned, Su Yujiao was already lying unconscious by the bedside, it was unclear whether she was unconscious or asleep.
Mo Shu called out twice but couldn't wake her. He didn't dare to pluck the goose feathers himself, as he didn't understand medicine, especially this special treatment method, and was afraid of ruining Su Yujiao's treatment.
If the effort is interrupted, all efforts will be wasted and we'll have to start all over again; he would be committing a heinous crime.
“Master, wake up.”
"Wake up."
"The young mistress risked her life to save you. I can't make up my mind. Please wake up and save her."
Lu Ziqian's physical condition was indeed strong. Despite losing so much blood, he actually woke up groggily after being called a few times by Mo Shu.
The man opened his eyes, seemingly still in a semi-conscious state, his mind not yet fully clear.
When Mo Shu saw him open his eyes, she was so excited that she almost cried: "Master, you're awake?"
"Please save the young mistress!"
Lu Ziqian's gaze gradually focused, and after a moment of stunned silence, he immediately came to his senses: "What's wrong with her?"
Mo Shu knelt down heavily: "The young mistress donated all her blood to save you, and she is now unconscious."
Upon hearing Mo Shu's words, Lu Ziqian noticed that both of his hands were pierced with feather tubes, each connected to a blood-red tube. One tube was connected to a funnel, and the other was connected to Su Yujiao's wrist.
Blood transfusion?
A life for a life?
Having just regained consciousness, Lu Ziqian struggled to process Mo Shu's words, and combined them with what he had seen, he instantly understood.
The man's breath hitched, as if he had been electrocuted. He quickly plucked the goose feathers from their hands and stopped her from giving him blood.
"Jiaojiao, wake up." He struggled to sit up.
"Master, please don't move. The young mistress just stitched up your wound. If it reopens, her sacrifice will have been in vain."
sacrifice?
She's dead?
Lu Ziqian's pupils contracted, and he felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body. He stood there blankly, his hands and feet cold and numb, as if he had lost his soul.
"master!!"
"It's so noisy!"
Su Yujiao opened her eyes groggily, looked at Mo Shu and then at Lu Ziqian, a look of surprise and relief flashing in her eyes.
"You're awake?"
How are you feeling now?
As if it were a professional habit, the first thing she asked him when she woke up was about his health.
Lu Ziqian looked at her with emotion, and with difficulty raised his hand to touch the woman's pale face, as if he had a thousand words to say but did not know what to say.
Compared to the kindness of her saving his life, any words of gratitude he could muster seemed insignificant.
Su Yujiao awkwardly dodged his hand, even shifting her body back slightly: "Get some rest."
"Moshu, is the porridge ready?"
Seeing that she was alright, Mo Shu almost burst into tears of joy and nodded hurriedly, "It's cooking, I'll go check on it."
"Um."
After Mo Shu left, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat awkward, at least that's how Su Yujiao felt.
She was still very weak at this time. Seeing that he had woken up and removed the IV tube, she plucked the goose feathers from his feet.
"I'm going to sleep a little longer."
Lu Ziqian stared intently at her, and seeing that she was about to lie down and sleep on the edge of the bed, he said in a hoarse voice, "Get into bed."
"No need, I'll just lie down and rest for a while."
"Go to bed!" he said again, his tone leaving no room for argument.
When Su Yujiao met his gaze, she saw that his eyes were full of heartache and guilt, and her attitude softened.
"Um."
She definitely needs to rest now.
The moment the woman bent down to take off her shoes, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle, and blood once again stained the white gauze.
"How did you do that?" he asked.
Su Yujiao didn't speak, but pointed to the funnel at the head of the bed.
Lu Ziqian's eyes were deep and clear, and for a moment there was even a pang of heartache, a genuine dull pain in his chest.
It turns out that she not only received a blood transfusion in her hand, but also cut her foot to bleed.
Lu Ziqian stared at her for a long time, unable to look away. She was such a delicate person, and she was most afraid of pain. In order to save him, she cut herself without hesitation.
Su Yujiao had already cut the gauze and re-bandaged it. The sticky blood at the wound was somewhat stuck to the gauze, and she turned pale with pain when she removed the gauze.
The woman bit her lip hard, her whole body trembling, yet she still managed to groan in pain.
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