It started snowing in the early morning. When Physician Zhu was summoned with dark circles under his eyes, his boots were soaked.
Wow, it's Chinese New Year!
Lin Qingwan lay unconscious on the bed, muttering something under her breath.
Mu Xue wiped away her tears by her bedside. When she saw Physician Zhu come out, she couldn't wait to say, "I checked and the wound wasn't reopened. She's been taking her medicine on time. Why did she vomit blood and faint again?"
Physician Zhu's face showed no relief. "It's not a problem with this injury."
Mu Xue didn't understand. "What is that?"
Zhao Cong, who was sitting in the outer room, froze.
The bloodstains on his clothes were still there, and they looked thicker and darker than the last time he vomited.
Physician Zhu said to Mu Xue, "Boil some hot water and give her several hot water bottles; her body temperature is still dropping."
Mu Xue ran out like a whirlwind, almost slipping as she went out, but luckily Cang Ying caught her.
Physician Zhu walked up to Zhao Cong and said, “She hasn’t recovered the blood she lost, and the chronic toxins have run out of nutrients. They were originally being suppressed, but I don’t know why she suddenly became restless and overthinking, which caused the poison to take effect.”
"That thing is now desperately sucking the blood out of her body, it's no different from bleeding her out."
"I doubt we'll make it to dawn."
Upon hearing the last sentence, Zhao Cong's brow furrowed sharply. "You have no way?"
Physician Zhu said helplessly, "Yes, but I don't know if the Crown Prince is willing to save the person."
Zhao Cong didn't understand his meaning and gave him a cold glance. "Did I call you here in the middle of the night just to hear you say you won't live past dawn?"
Physician Zhu was not nervous. "When she fell into a coma a couple of days ago, I was prepared for this and tested her blood type in advance."
"The only solution right now is to give her a blood transfusion to nourish the toxins in her body. Once they're full, they'll calm down. Then we can use the previous method to suppress them, and everything will be fine."
Although Zhao Cong knew he wasn't from this world and accepted his strange and unusual treatments, he was still confused. "Blood transfusion?"
What is it?
Physician Zhu was straightforward: "Only your blood type matches hers here, so the only way to save her is to draw your blood and transfuse it into her body."
"I have done this several times in that world. I have a solid theoretical foundation and am skilled in the operation. As long as there is no force majeure event during the process, you and she will be fine."
After speaking with a serious expression, Physician Zhu was just short of handing Zhao Cong a notification form to sign.
To transfuse his blood into Lin Qingwan? So his blood can save Lin Qingwan's life?
Zhao Cong tried hard to understand what Physician Zhu was saying, but it sounded like a self-inflicted wound used by women in the harem to win favor, offering their blood to men so that they would be grateful and soft-hearted for life.
"Are you sure this will save her life?" Zhao Cong stared sharply at Physician Zhu.
"I'm certain. If she doesn't survive, I'll die with her," Physician Zhu declared confidently.
Zhao Cong knew that Lin Qingwan's worries stemmed from his words, so he immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "Cang Ying, bring in the dagger."
Cang Ying knelt down in the snow, pleading, "Your Highness, please reconsider! Your life is of utmost importance, and the future of the nation rests on your shoulders. How can you risk letting others drink your blood?"
"This servant's blood is for Miss Qingwan."
Zhao Cong frowned slightly, feeling a mix of emotions. "Doctor Zhu means that only my blood will be effective for her, right?"
Physician Zhu nodded, "No need for a dagger, I'm not that violent or perverted."
If possible, he would prefer that Tong Di's blood type be the same as Lin Qingwan's.
Zhao Cong felt uncomfortable hearing this. He had readily given blood, yet he was being accused of violence?
"Please wait a moment while I prepare."
A moment later, Cang Ying looked at the syringe in front of her and trembled. "Imperial Physician Zhu, would you like to prescribe a blood-tonifying formula first? This servant will prepare the medicine for the Crown Prince."
Physician Zhu said, "Miss Qingwan is so thin, she won't need much blood. Drawing a little blood will actually help with circulation."
Cang Ying didn't understand, "What if something happens to the Crown Prince..."
Physician Zhu quickly stopped him, "Don't curse the Crown Prince during the New Year."
Cang Ying was startled, slapped herself, and didn't dare to continue.
Zhao Congping lay on the soft couch, with the unconscious Lin Qingwan on the bed next to him. He watched his blood enter her body through the thin tube. He didn't feel anything physically, but it felt like a feather was sweeping through his mind.
Only one sentence kept repeating in his mind: her body contains his blood.
He nourished her with his blood.
What's going on here?
Wow, it's Chinese New Year!
Zhao Cong was a little flustered and slowly closed his eyes.
Before long, Su Consort's voice could be heard from outside, "It's getting late, Your Highness, if you don't leave soon, you might be late."
"I will go and take care of the young prince. Don't let the Crown Prince worry."
The guard was in a dilemma. "Your Highness, please forgive me, but without the Crown Prince's orders, I cannot let you in."
Consort Su waited in the snow for nearly half an hour. Her shoes were soaked, and the tip of her nose was red from the cold. She could not hide her anxiety. "The ancestral worship and prayer is an important event. News has come from the palace that His Majesty is about to set off. If the Crown Prince does not come out soon, it will really be too late."
She tried to force her way in after she finished speaking, but the guards didn't dare to fight her and could only let her enter the courtyard.
When Su saw the courtyard full of lanterns, her pupils constricted.
Then, the window reflected the Crown Prince's movements as he got up. Eunuch Cang helped him change his clothes, and he moved very lightly, unlike the usually cold and stern Zhao Cong.
Su's heart skipped a beat. The Crown Prince was sleeping with her?
A eunuch ran over and said, "Your Highness, the court robes are fine with me."
Su then came to her senses, slowly walked up the steps, and waited in the porch outside the door.
When Zhao Cong came out, his face was pale and there were faint dark circles under his eyes.
"Greetings, Your Highness. I was worried about being late, so I had to disturb you." Madam Su glanced into the room and felt the warmth emanating from the Crown Prince was almost blinding.
Zhao Cong remained expressionless. "You're very thoughtful."
Su took the oil-paper umbrella from the palace maid and followed behind Zhao Cong, with most of the umbrella covering his head, while snowflakes fell softly on the left side of her body.
Zhao Cong paused, took out two red envelopes and gave them to Cang Ying, "Put them under Feng'er's pillow."
"Put both of them out?" Cangying remembered that in previous years only one was put out, so why did the Crown Prince prepare two this year?
Zhao Cong's tone was flat and even. "No."
"The other one is for Miss Lin."
Su's arm holding the umbrella trembled slightly, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed with surprise, then turned to dejection.
Cang Ying didn't expect that the Crown Prince would also prepare a red envelope for Lin Qingwan. He was clearly just using her. Could it be because the young prince likes her?
Before Cang Ying could turn around, Zhao Cong had already left the courtyard and bumped into Tong Di.
Tong Di was worried that he would be late, but seeing that the Crown Prince was about to leave, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Highness, I will accompany you to the Temple of Heaven."
Zhao Cong's gaze fell on his armband again, and he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing into his arm where blood had been drawn, making him feel a little weak.
"Cang Ying, give Miss Lin's share to Tong Di, and have him give it to her."
Tong Di was puzzled.
Cang Ying's eyes darkened. The Crown Prince never hides his actions. Even if he uses someone, he won't treat them like a fool. Why is he using Tong Di to hide himself from Lin Qingwan time and time again?
Zhao Cong then said to Tong Di, "You don't need to go to the Temple of Heaven. Just wait here for her to wake up."
Tong Di caught the key point, "What's wrong with Miss Qingwan!"
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