The air around her became quiet, and Lin Qingge felt that she would find something different when she took off her mask.
But just as her hand was about to touch the mask on his face, the door was suddenly knocked open.
Lin Qingge suddenly retracted his hand and even instinctively took a few steps back to keep a distance from Mr. Jiu.
A series of actions seemed to have been practiced many times, and they were executed smoothly, as if they were very worried about being discovered that they were in contact with each other.
She could feel Mr. Jiu's gaze on her head, but she didn't dare to look up. She felt uneasy and couldn't figure out why she was nervous.
Although her reason said so, she still felt a little pity in her heart. It would be great if she could see his true face!
However, she did not mutter about her inner turmoil for too long. Su Yunting rushed in and spoke: "Help!"
The urgent tone and anxious look indicated that something serious had happened. He didn't even have time to pay attention to the abnormal emotions surging between Mr. Jiu and Lin Qingge.
With the instinct of a doctor, Lin Qingge immediately said: "Who is in trouble? Is it the King of Qin?"
Su Yunting did not speak, but quickly led her downstairs to a room.
Before she entered, she smelled the strong smell of blood in the air, and her brows furrowed unconsciously.
Was Zhou Chenghan assassinated?
When she walked to the bed, she found that the person lying on the bed was as pale as paper, with a dagger stuck in his chest, and there were large wet marks on his black clothes, which was very shocking.
The person lying on the bed was not Zhou Chenghan, but an old man in his sixties.
She first checked the position where the dagger penetrated, and then stretched out her hand to feel her pulse: "The dagger did not penetrate into the heart, and there is still room for rescue. However, he is old and is very close to the heart..."
The most important thing is that in this era, there are no hand-fitting medical instruments, so it is not easy to perform surgery.
Suddenly she was so grateful that someone tugged at the hem of her clothes. She looked back and found Mr. Jiu looking at her with a solemn look in his eyes: "Help him."
he?
Lin Qingge raised his eyebrows, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Su Yunting next to him.
His face no longer had the usual carefree look, his eyes were dark, and his emotions were changing.
It seemed that he had a close relationship with the old man.
"I will try my best, but everyone has their own destiny, and life and death are important matters that cannot be forced by human power."
She used silver needles to pierce the old man's major acupuncture points to slow down the blood flow. Otherwise, he would die from blood loss without waiting for treatment.
"The biggest danger for him now is the dagger in his chest. If he doesn't pull it out, he will die. But it is uncertain whether the bleeding can be stopped after pulling it out, and whether his body can bear it." Lin Qingge said and looked at Su Yunting.
He took a deep breath and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Whatever is needed to draw the sword, I will arrange for someone to prepare it."
Soon, everything Lin Qingge needed was delivered to her. She first stuffed a piece of ginseng into the old man's mouth.
"Ginseng is used to boost Qi. If there is any problem after drawing the sword for a while, it can also protect his heart pulse for a while. Next, you can go out, you may not be able to bear such a scene."
Everyone knows that these words were said to Su Yunting.
But he shook his head: "Back then, he watched me being injured by thousands of needles. Today, I naturally have to watch with my own eyes whether he will die."
His tone was very calm, but his eyes were extremely complicated. For a moment, Lin Qingge couldn't figure out what kind of relationship the old man on the bed had with Su Yunting.
But as a doctor, she naturally would not waste time at such a critical moment.
She ordered Mr. Jiu: "If you hold him down, there will be severe pain when you pull out the knife. His excessive resistance will cause secondary injuries. You must hold him down."
"I come……"
"You can't." She interrupted Su Yunting directly. She didn't even look at him. Instead, she lowered her head and cut off the old man's clothes to study the depth and position of the dagger.
"I can, I have no problem."
"Su Yunting."
Lin Qingge held the dagger and felt the touch without looking back, but her aura changed obviously.
"I don't care what your relationship is with this old man, but our purpose should be the same, which is to save him. And I am obviously more professional than you in this matter, so if you don't want anything to happen to him, just shut up and wait. On the side.”
At this time, her entire aura had changed significantly, especially the look in her eyes when she turned back to look at him, which was extremely sharp and left absolutely no room for negotiation.
Mr. Jiu patted Su Yunting's shoulder and gave him a reassuring look. Under Lin Qingge's instructions, he hugged the old man's upper body to prevent the old man from being injured again due to pain.
"Hold it firmly." She breathed out a deep breath, held the dagger with both hands, and pulled it out with force.
The moment the dagger left the flesh, blood spurted out like an arrow. She ignored the blood all over her body, picked up the prepared cotton cloth and pressed it on the wound, and immediately used silver needles to stimulate acupuncture points all over his body to stop the bleeding.
After a cup of tea, his wounds finally no longer appeared, but the wound on his chest was ferocious and terrifying.
It’s hard to imagine that someone with a hole in their chest could survive the inflammation.
She skillfully picked up the burned needle, inserted the thread and began to sew up the wound.
Soon, a ferocious centipede appeared on the elder's chest, but it was definitely not the uneasiness that had just been revealed.
After carefully wiping the blood around the elder's chest, she removed the bedding, covered him with a clean quilt again, and then began to wash her hands.
Su Yunting asked uncertainly: "Is this good?"
"uncertain……"
"Not sure what you do!"
Seeing that Su Yunting was getting emotional again, Mr. Jiu wanted to stop him, but was interrupted by Lin Qingge's eyes roll.
"What are you shouting at me? Without me, the knife left in his body will kill him sooner or later! Now that the wound is treated, it depends on whether his personal quality can bear it. If the fever can subside after the fever, everything will be fine. Otherwise, just Trouble."
She looked at Su Yunting's pale face and snorted coldly: "I've seen a lot of medical troublemakers like you. You yell at the doctor as soon as you get up, what have you done? You are so rich that you are so worried about the elderly. Why didn't you arrange for bodyguards to guard you? You were injured and you yelled at me, did you catch the assassin?"
After saying these words of rebuke, Su Yunting was speechless.
Lin Qingge yawned and said with a tired tone: "Don't worry too much, your pulse is very stable now. But you must have someone guarding you for twelve hours. If there is any abnormality, please tell me in time."
As she spoke, she yawned a few more times: "I'm going back first."
Unexpectedly, the old man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to Lin Qingge, who had his back turned, and shouted something vaguely.
