Tu Shan Lingxi disregarded revealing her identity and immediately used her healing technique.
Unfortunately, whether it was because her magic power was weak or because Yin Changling's wound was in a very special location, the healing spell did not work quickly.
The blood was still flowing, and there was a faint sign of a hemorrhage, which terrified Tu Shan Lingxi so much that she almost fainted.
Tu Shan Lingxi's legs went weak, and she knelt down beside Yin Changling. She asked the witch doctor what was going on, wanting to understand why her magic wasn't working.
"Witch doctor, what's wrong with him? Why is he bleeding so much? Why has his healing magic stopped working? Is there any way to stop the bleeding?"
Cold sweat beaded on the witch doctor's forehead as he struggled to keep his hands steady and stitched up the wound one stitch at a time.
He had no energy to listen to what Tu Shan Lingxi was saying, after all, he knew that if he couldn't stop Yin Changling's bleeding, His Majesty would really lose his life.
Tu Shan Lingxi did not receive a response from the witch doctor, so she formed hand seals and cast a spell again, trying to heal Yin Changling's wounds.
Finally, after repeated attempts by the witch doctor and Tu Shan Lingxi, Yin Changling's wound stopped bleeding, and the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
The witch doctor hadn't expected that the woman before him had a rather special identity, and seemed to possess some of the skills of the imperial advisor; otherwise, His Majesty would truly be in grave danger.
"May I ask which school you studied under, young lady, to possess such skills?"
"I did study under the Imperial Preceptor for a few years, but as for medicine... when will His Majesty wake up? Is his life in danger?"
Tu Shan Lingxi was most worried about Yin Changling at this moment, fearing that he would not survive this ordeal.
Although the bleeding from Yin Changling's wound had stopped, it was clear that her healing technique had not worked; Yin Changling's wound was still bleeding profusely and had not healed.
The witch doctor lost interest in asking further questions after she asked him that, since Yin Changling's condition was indeed not optimistic.
“This… His Majesty instructed me to give you his essence blood, please keep it safe.”
Tu Shan Lingxi took the porcelain bottle in a daze. Her face was extremely pale, almost translucent, and her brows were filled with sorrow, making her look pitiful.
She gripped the porcelain bottle tightly, feeling its intense heat and immense weight in her palm, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
When the shaman spoke of Yin Changling's injuries, his face showed no joy, only deep sorrow.
"This... whether His Majesty can wake up is crucial. If His Majesty can wake up within three days, this calamity will naturally be over."
"But if not—of course, Your Majesty is blessed by the heavens and will surely be able to survive this calamity."
The witch doctor looked at the woman who was standing there in a daze, and seeing this woman of unparalleled beauty, he stopped trying to persuade her and instead packed his things and went to the side hall.
He has been staying in the palace these days, taking care of His Majesty every day. The situation is much better than he expected, and he hopes His Majesty will wake up soon.
"Your subject takes his leave."
After he left, Tu Shan Lingxi was left alone in the empty hall. Looking at the man on the bed, whose face was as pale as snow, she suddenly felt a little scared.
Tu Shan Lingxi was terrified, afraid that Yin Changling would never wake up. The wound on his chest was grotesquely exposed, and it looked terrifying.
She gently kissed his right chest, carefully avoiding the wound, and then spoke softly.
"Yin Changling, please wake up soon. If you can wake up, I will promise you that I will be your queen."
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