The young man had a pure face. If it weren't for his pale face and weak breathing, it would almost look like he had just fallen asleep.
There was a bright red stain next to the corner of his mouth, which must have been from vomiting blood.
Doctor Cao said softly: "Princess, the Eighth Prince's heart was first shattered and then stabbed in the heart with a sword. Although he took the Purple Gold Pill, his condition is already very bad and his breathing is getting slower and slower."
Several imperial doctors were waiting here helplessly. It was obvious that they had given up. The emperor and the empress were outside to avoid dying. They were sending the white-haired man to the black-haired man.
Yuan Qingling nodded silently and walked over.
When we were on the carriage, we secretly took out the medicine box and put it on the ground. When we came down, we took the medicine box with us.
Now, she opened the medicine box and found that the medicines had been updated a bit, but not many, including coagulants and cardiotonic drugs.
She took out her stethoscope and listened to her heartbeat. She found that there was internal bleeding and internal injuries, resulting in a hemothorax. After she drained the chest, the Eighth Prince's breathing became slightly slower.
However, the condition is still very bad. In addition to external injuries, he also has internal injuries and bleeding. So the biggest problem in the current situation is that he has lost too much blood and needs an immediate blood transfusion.
But she didn't know whether the blood transfusion could stabilize the situation, because she had no way of knowing whether the bleeding had stopped.
She went out and asked Emperor Ming Yuan for a blood transfusion.
Since it was not the first time, King Qi also understood.
Yuan Qingling took out the blood type test strips, but Prince Qi's did not match. The Fourth Prince Yu Wenwei who was present also provided a test, and it was still inconsistent.
King Ji and King Sun were both sent over. After the test, Yuan Qingling still shook his head.
The queen became impatient, "Why do you always shake your head? Are you deliberately making things difficult? They are brothers, why are they at odds? If their blood drips together, they will blend."
Yuan Qingling couldn't explain it to her, so she only said: "Mother, it's not that I'm making things difficult, it's that if the blood types don't match, the transfusion will harm the eighth brother's life."
"Where is Lao Wu?" Emperor Ming Yuan asked.
Mu Rugong said: "The prince is still in the palace asking questions, so I went to invite him."
Yuan Qingling originally wanted to say no, Yu Wenhao is type A and the eighth prince is type B, but if she hadn't checked, the queen would definitely say so about her.
Yu Wenhao was called over hurriedly. When he saw Yuan Qingling here, he was startled and his eyes were complicated.
He didn't want Yuan Qingling to come.
Yuan Qingling pricked his finger to press the blood and dropped it on the test paper.
Yu Wenhao said softly: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must rest."
"I know." Yuan Qingling replied softly.
When the test paper was raised, Yuan Qingling still shook his head, "Inappropriate."
The queen was almost going crazy. A man walked in slowly, lowered his head and whispered: "Fifth sister-in-law, where am I?"
Yuan Qingling looked at him, a little startled. He called her Fifth Sister-in-law, but she had never seen him before.
Yuan Qingling looked at Yu Wenhao subconsciously, and Yu Wenhao said: "Ninth brother, come here."
Ninth Prince?
Yuan Qingling suddenly remembered.
The ninth prince, Yu Wentian, must be sixteen or seventeen years old this year. His biological mother is Luo Guibi. She was deeply favored by the emperor and was executed for murdering the empress. The sons and daughters she gave birth to were unable to succeed because of her sins.
The Queen looked at him coldly, "Why are you here to join in the fun? Get out!"
The Queen hates Luo Guibin, the Ninth Prince, and the Seventeenth Princess. Everyone knows this, even the Emperor knows it.