"There's still hope!" Yuan Qingling said quickly and threw him a towel, which she had used to wipe the wound before. "I'm going to sew up the ruptured spleen, and you can help suck the blood. The Emperor cares about Fubao, and Fubao is his."
If Fu Bao really loses his spiritual sustenance, it will be a big blow to him and directly affect his illness."
Yu Wenhao took the towel and stared blankly at her who was already wearing a mask. She looked ugly like this, but she was also indescribably pretty.
Yuan Qingling was very skillful in anesthesia, shaving, and cutting, and quickly found the spleen.
"Suck blood!" She shouted when she saw Yu Wenhao looking at her blankly.
Yu Wenhao came back to his senses, took a towel to soak up the blood around the opening, and then dug in with her hands. This scene was quite bloody. How come she wasn't afraid at all?
Blood spattered out, splattering on her face, forehead, and eyebrows.
"The blood vessel is broken!" Yuan Qingling's expression changed, "We need to sew the blood vessel first."
He subconsciously handed the towel over to wipe her forehead and eyebrows. The blood stained her eyebrows, like a huge fetal mole, which was very strange.
"Thank you!" Yuan Qingling lowered her head and said, clamped the blood vessel with a clamp, then used tweezers to lift it up a little, and started to sew.
The blood vessels were sutured, but the spleen bleeding had not stopped.
Yuan Qingling was very anxious and said while sewing: "Fu Bao, be strong. We can survive this. If we want to get better, the Supreme Emperor cannot live without you."
Yu Wenhao found himself anxious and worried about a dog.
"If you do it like this, won't it hurt?" Yu Wenhao finally couldn't help but ask.
"Anesthetized!" Yuan Qingling said without raising his head.
"..." He had the same fate as this dog!
Seeing her sewing Fu Bao's skin layer by layer like a piece of clothing, skillfully and professionally, many questions arose in his mind.
However, I couldn't bear to ask.
"The operation is completed. Whether it can survive depends on its fate." Yuan Qingling breathed a sigh of relief and began to clean up the blood stains.
Fu Bao was lying on his back, his limbs were frozen, his mouth was open, his tongue was hanging out, and his eyes were closed, looking very pitiful.
Yu Wenhao stood up and squatted for half an hour, his legs were numb.
Only then did he realize that this action would be very tiring, and she was injured. He didn't even hear her hum a word just now. Why is this woman's pain tolerance so strong?
"What to do with Fubao? Do you want to stay here?" Yu Wenhao asked.
Yuan Qingling looked at him, "Fu Bao wouldn't jump down from such a high place by himself."
Yu Wenhao's eyes changed slightly, "What do you mean?"
"I don't know." Yuan Qingling did not say any more, Yu Wenhao would understand.
Harm Fu Bao, because Fu Bao's life and death can affect the condition of the Supreme Emperor.
Something happened to Fu Bao, and the Emperor immediately fell ill. From this, we can be sure of this person's intentions behind it.
"Yuan Qingling, please don't mention your speculation to anyone for the time being." Yu Wenhao said in a deep voice.
Yuan Qingling wiped her hands and said, "Your Majesty, if I don't tell you, the Emperor will think of it."
Yu Wenhao said solemnly: "It's fine whoever thinks of it, but you and I will never mention it."
Yuan Qingling looked at his solemn and gloomy face and knew that over the past year, he had a physique that attracted evil, and no matter what happened, he would end up settling on him.
Yu Wenhao suddenly said: "The blessing treasure fell from Wenchang Tower."