But after the three doctors looked at Wanyin one by one, they all shook their heads and stepped back.
The rare one who stayed also kept lamenting Wanyin's pity.
Almost everyone feels that it is a pity to lose a young life.
After the three doctors left, four or five more doctors came one after another, but after checking her pulse, each one would leave with a sad look on his face.
At this time, everyone believed that Wanyin really had a terminal illness.
Hua Yue cried so sadly, "My good daughter! You just came back! You are still so young, how could you leave my mother so early? Wake up! Don't scare my mother anymore..."
Everyone gathered around Wanyin in grief.
Li Fucheng finally believed that Wanyin was not pretending to be ill, and it was rare for him to stand by quietly. .
Just as the doctors were leaving one by one, Liu Shengsheng quietly grabbed one of them and whispered something in his ear.
The doctor looked at Liu Shengsheng in surprise, and then walked out quietly.
After going out, Yizhou blocked his way and left a large ingot of silver in his hand without anyone noticing.
The doctor's eyes suddenly widened and he quietly stuffed the money into his arms.
Seeing that no one around him noticed him, he cleared his throat and walked back into the room again.
"Madam, I suddenly thought of a cure for the saint's illness."
Hearing this, Hua Yue immediately stopped crying and looked at the doctor with excitement.
"Is this true?"
Jian Ru and Li Fucheng stared at him with suspicion. This man had clearly gone out just now, so why did he suddenly come back?
Liu Shengsheng just stood aside quietly, as if watching a play.
"I never tell lies."
The doctor swore firmly, but after he finished speaking, he glanced at Liu Shengsheng quietly.
Liu Shengsheng glanced at him, and he immediately withdrew his gaze and said in a solemn tone: "After I checked the saint's pulse just now, I already knew the saint's illness from the bottom of my heart. It's just that the saint's illness came too quickly, and now it's taking effect. There was no chance of rescue, so I turned around and left..."
After a pause, he added: "It's just that I thought of a folk remedy belatedly. After all, the saint is so young. It would be really pitiful if she really died young. So I thought, why don't I use that folk remedy?" Give it a try..."
Hearing this, Hua Yue quickly asked him: "What's the folk remedy?"
The doctor sighed, "With the reputation of a saint, it's hard to find such a folk remedy!"
"Doctor, just tell me. No matter how rare it is, we will work hard to find it for my sister."
Jianru said something very sensible.
Li Fucheng also said: "No matter what, a saint is always a saint. Even if there is a glimmer of hope, we will not let it go easily."
The doctor looked at Wanyin with some embarrassment, and then said after a long time: "Considering the current situation of the saint, if someone donates a bowl of blood to her, maybe she can still persevere."
Upon hearing these words, several people in the room were stunned for a moment.
Another worry?
When did this thing become so valuable?
Hua Yue said hurriedly: "It's simple. We have many young people here. If they bleed just one bowl of blood, they won't die. I can find someone soon!"
"No, no, I'm afraid it won't be easy to find!"
The doctor shook his head and said earnestly: "Not just anyone's blood can cure the Holy Lady. For a strange disease like the Holy Lady, the blood needed must be donated willingly, and it must be It has to be a woman of similar age to her. Only in this way, the saint will not feel any discomfort after drinking the blood."
Having said this, he quietly glanced at Liu Shengsheng again, his eyes seemed to say: Is this how it was played?
Liu Shengsheng glared at him warningly, and he thought quickly and quickly looked away.
The people in the room did not notice the gazes of the two people, and almost everyone was lost in thought.
Li Fucheng was rarely quiet. Jian Ruye seemed to be mute and didn't say a word for a long time.
Hua Yue looked at Wanyin with a distressed expression, "Is it really so serious? It's so serious that you want to drink other people's blood..."
"Oh, Madam, please think about it! In a situation like that of the Saint, it is basically impossible to find such blood. Not to mention that there are not many women of her age around her. Even if there were, it would be impossible for them to find such blood. I willingly gave my blood to her..."
After speaking, he shook his head and stepped aside.
Hua Yue had a bitter look on her face. She suddenly thought of something and looked at Jian Ru excitedly.
"By the way, Xiao Ru! Why did I forget you? Oh, we are saved. Xiaoyin is saved..."
She happily rushed to Jianru, took her hand and said, "You have been gentle, sensible, and kind-hearted since you were a child. You have liked Xiaoyin since you were a child, and you have treated her as your own sister. Looking at the Erxiong clan, and with There is no other woman of her age who can voluntarily give her blood except you!"
Jian Ru's eyelids were twitching, and she felt something was wrong ever since she heard the heart bleeding.
Sure enough, all the bad premonitions were right!
Her hands trembled, "Mother, of course I am willing to donate my heart's blood to my sister. As long as my sister is safe and sound, I am willing to give up even two big bowls, let alone one bowl. But you also know my current physical condition... "
Li Fucheng also said worriedly: "Yes, mother, Xiaoru's health has been not good, and she fell ill just now. If she still donates a bowl of blood, I'm afraid..."
"Shut up! Xiaoru is just sick, Xiaoyin's life is hanging by a thread!"
Hua Yue interrupted Li Fucheng angrily, and then looked at Jianru with a pleading look.
"Good daughter, mother knows that you have always been grateful to Xiaoyin. What you always talk about is that she is your biological sister, and you often say that you will be grateful to her for the rest of your life. Mother has always kept these words in mind, you see. Now, Xiaoyin is terminally ill, now is the time for you to be grateful!"
"Mother, I cough, of course I am willing, but cough cough..."
Jian Ru coughed as he spoke. His face turned red due to the coughing, and he did not say a complete sentence.
Liu Shengsheng next to him spoke again.
"Mrs. Hua, the second lady is not feeling well. It is better not to force her to take blood for the time being. After all, the doctor also said that the folk remedy requires a willing blood donation."
Hua Yue looked embarrassed. She looked at Jianru in disbelief, "Did everything you said before be false?"
Jianru quickly denied, "No, mom, believe me, I am really willing to donate blood to my sister, but I am not feeling well right now, and my current blood is probably not of much use..."
"I want to believe what the second lady says. The second lady is really unwell right now. Let her rest for a while."
Liu Shengsheng helped her speak again and helped her to the bed with her own hands.
Jianru is a little confused, isn't this woman on Wanyin's side?
Why are you suddenly speaking for yourself?
Just when she was puzzled, Liu Shengsheng suddenly pulled Mingyue in front of her again.
"I remember what Doctor Qi just said, Second Miss, you need the blood of a virgin to make medicine for your disease. I suddenly remembered that Second Miss's personal maid is a good candidate, isn't it? So I have prepared my knife for you. Hurry up and drink your maid's blood first. Once she recovers from this illness, won't you be able to donate healthy blood to Xiaoyin?"
After saying this, Liu Shengsheng actually took out a short knife and stuffed it into Mingyue's hand with a smile.
