With his wife injured, He Yunxiao no longer cared about hiding anything.
He scrambled and stumbled to Nanzhu's side.
"Old man, cough cough, young lady, how are you?"
Upon seeing the strange man who had suddenly appeared, Princess Nanzhu disregarded her hand injury and immediately clutched the sickle to her chest in a wary manner.
"Who are you! Get away! I... I have a sickle, don't come any closer!"
He Yunxiao knew that Nanzhu was ill, that the bleeding wouldn't stop, and that her wounds were difficult to heal. Seeing that she was still looking at him warily, he felt genuinely anxious.
We can't delay; we must gain her trust immediately and then help stop the bleeding!
"I am an apprentice of Physician Wei. My family is a renowned family of doctors in the Jiangnan region, and my father is a famous doctor there. He has a history with Physician Wei, and recently sent me to the Imperial Hospital in Yinjing Palace to assist Physician Wei and broaden my horizons."
Even He Yunxiao himself admired his own abilities; this background explanation was not only well-reasoned and logical, but also presented a coherent and well-founded explanation. It was just a shame that He Yuanhao, in addition to being accused of "intending to rebel," now had the added identity of a "renowned doctor."
Such a meticulously crafted identity is clearly more than enough to deal with a naive girl like Meng Qingrou.
She believed He Yunxiao's words and gradually put down the sickle, her hand wounds beginning to ache faintly.
With her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, Nan Zhu looked so pitiful that He Yunxiao just wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her.
He Yunxiao leaned closer to take a look and saw that Nan Zhu had a rather large wound on her left hand, which was bleeding profusely.
Without saying a word, he first tore off a piece of thin cloth, not to tie it directly to the wound, but to first tighten it around Nanzhu's wrist to stop the bleeding.
Meng Qingrou had never seen anything like this before and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"
He Yunxiao said, "I'll stop the bleeding for you."
Then, He Yunxiao solemnly said, "You are Princess Nanzhu."
Meng Qingrou didn't ask him how he knew, she simply admitted, "I am."
"Then let me ask you again, young lady, do you have any antidote for the poison of the Soul-Devouring Pill?"
"Yes. It can be solved."
He Yunxiao felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. Without further hesitation, he picked up the sickle and cut a wound on his right hand that was exactly the same as the one on Meng Qingrou's hand.
From stopping the bleeding to now self-harming, even Meng Qingrou, who has read medical books, simply cannot understand what He Yunxiao is doing.
"you……"
He Yunxiao said, "I'm sorry!"
So he tore off Meng Qingrou's bandage, then reached out and held her small hand, their fingers intertwined, holding it tightly.
Then, he began to circulate his internal energy, building an invisible bridge between the wounds to continuously channel his blood into Meng Qingrou's body. Then, he returned her blood.
The most effective way to treat hemophilia is to administer clotting factors, which is essentially a blood transfusion.
He Yunxiao was poisoned by the Soul-Devouring Pill, and his wounds healed at an astonishing speed. His blood was the best medicine to treat Meng Qingrou.
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