Guard Xu Yi raised his wrist, swiped his nails, and blood fell. He leaned over and dripped it into Yu Wenhao's mouth, saying: "It doesn't matter even if the subordinate's blood is drained."
Yuan Qingling glanced at him, "It's commendable to be loyal, but you can't help him like this. Even if the blood is swallowed, it will only reach the stomach instead of the blood vessels, and it will not flow to the heart. Stop the bleeding quickly, don't waste it."
Xu Yi was stunned, looking at Yu Wenhao who had already eaten a mouthful of blood, and said sarcastically: "Isn't that so?"
Yuan Qingling handed over the test paper and dipped it in Xu Yi's blood. Everyone else did as Yuan Qingling said and put a drop of blood on the test paper.
Yuan Qingling pricked Yu Wenhao's fingertips again and tested for blood.
After waiting for a while, she looked at the test paper and said, "Gu Si, Tang Yang, your blood can be used."
Both of these two people have blood type O, while Yu Wenhao is type A.
Gu Si and Tang Yang immediately stood up straight, waiting for Yuan Qingling's instructions.
"Sit down!" Yuan Qingling came over with a bag of blood draw needles. There was no way to be strict about blood transfusions at the critical moment. All she wanted was that they were not sick or in pain, and that they didn't drink, smoke or take medicine.
Gu Si and Tang Yang watched their blood flow out of the small tube and turned into two black bags. They raised their heads and glanced at Yuan Qingling. Seeing Yuan Qingling's heavy expression, they did not dare to ask.
After drawing two bags of blood, Yuan Qingling hung up in front of the bed and gave Yu Wenhao a blood transfusion.
Then pick up the stethoscope and listen to his internal organs for rupture and internal bleeding.
In the case of hemothorax, coughing during hemothorax should have caused pneumothorax.
She punctured and drew blood again. Yu Wenhao was now awake. His eyes followed Yuan Qingling. When Yuan Qingling lowered his head to draw blood from the chest, he didn't even feel the pain. He just stared at the leakage on her forehead.
Blood.
Then, he slowly raised his hand to wipe away the blood from her forehead.
His hand moved slightly, and Yuan Qingling said sternly: "Don't move."
He tried hard to glare at her, so loudly, was she trying to scare him to death?
Yuan Qingling received his dissatisfaction and said: "You are still transfusing blood."
Seeing that Yu Wenhao's condition was slightly relieved, King Qi thought it was the effect of the Purple Gold Pill, and said: "Fifth brother, I'm going to ask the second brother for a Purple Gold Pill."
Gu Si said: "Your Majesty, the imperial doctor said that purple golden elixir should not be used too much."
Yuan Qingling knew that he had taken the Purple Gold Pill. She had tested the effect of the Purple Gold Pill herself, so she knew it.
Therefore, she glanced at King Qi and said, "Your Purple Gold Pill temporarily saved his life."
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to survive now.
King Qi's eyes flashed, "He will be fine, right?"
"I don't know!" Yuan Qingling withdrew the needle and threw it aside, "Purple Gold Pill is not an elixir, it just temporarily stabilized his condition. He has always lost too much blood, is seriously injured, and the condition of his internal injuries is unclear...
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As she spoke, she glanced at Yu Wenhao, who had slowly closed his eyes.
It is indeed cruel to tell the injured person his condition in front of him.
However, she thought he could bear it.
During the blood transfusion process, close attention is required, and the next step is to treat the wound.
With so many wounds and such deep wounds, sterilized stitches are inevitable.
Stitches, a huge and long project.
Yu Wenhao was like a broken rag doll. Under everyone's gaze, Yuan Qingling's skillful hands sewed it up bit by bit.
King Qi almost cried when he saw it, it was so cruel.
At daybreak, the wound on his head was finally stitched up.
There was no bleeding on the head, which made Yuan Qingling very satisfied.