The man in black was unexpected, and was stunned on the spot. He stared at Xia Ziying in front of him blankly, and it took him a long time to shout out a few words: "Wanru, you..."
Meng Zhiqing was stunned by the scene in front of him. He did not expect that Xia Ziying would block the sword for him. He immediately clenched the sword in his hand and stabbed it out suddenly. The man in black was caught off guard and dodged for a moment, but the sword still struck him.
Stabbed on the arm of the man in black.
The guards at the back heard the sound of fighting outside and rushed over here. The man in black was surprised, covering his injured arm and looking fiercely at Meng Zhiqing who was lying on the ground. Before leaving, he still
Never forget to say: "You are lucky today." After saying that, he covered his arms and ran forward, "Let's retreat." After that, he left quickly.
Before leaving, he glanced closely behind him. He really couldn't believe that Xia Ziying would come out and block the knife. His eyes were filled with regret.
Seeing the people in black retreating, Meng Zhiqing quickly supported Xia Ziying, who was about to fall, and shouted: "Miss Xia, you... nothing will happen! Hold on!" Then he faced the guards who had caught up.
He yelled, "Go and find a doctor for me, go quickly!" He yelled like crazy and held Xia Ziying in his arms, with an anxious look on his face.
Then she quickly came to the inn with Xia Ziying in her arms. The doctor hurried over and saw a steel knife inserted into her chest. His face suddenly became ugly.
"Quick, doctor, come and see her." Meng Zhiqing saw the doctor coming, and quickly pulled the doctor over and asked him to start treating her as soon as possible. The doctor saw that the girl on the bed had fainted and was already dead.
's unconscious.
He stretched out his hand to look at her eyelids, then felt her pulse, then sighed and said, "Someone, help me pull out this knife!"
Hearing that he was about to draw the knife, Meng Zhiqing quickly stopped him and asked worriedly: "Doctor, are you sure you can save her after drawing the knife?"
The doctor looked at the anxious prince who had changed color in front of him, the muscles on his face twitched, and he said weakly: "If you pull out the knife, the chance of her surviving is less than 30%. But if you don't pull it out, she will
He is destined to die. Please think about it for yourself, sir. I have already said everything that needs to be said. What should I do? Please make up your mind, sir!"
"Thirty percent? The certainty of life is only 30%. Will this poor 30% save her life? What should I do?" Meng Zhiqing asked himself mentally.
"Sir, time is tight and there is no room for delay. If you continue to hesitate, you may lose even 30% of the money." The doctor reminded him.
Meng Zhiqing hesitated for a moment, seemed to have made a lot of determination, and said: "Okay, then pull it out! But you must try your best to save it for me. If you are saved, I will not treat you badly."
The doctor nodded repeatedly, "It is our duty as doctors to save lives and heal the wounded. Even if you don't reward me, sir, I will try my best to treat him. This is because the chance of survival is too low. I can only resign myself to fate." After saying this, he said to him.
After bowing to Meng Zhiqing, he began to prepare for action.
Meng Zhiqing stood aside, anxiously watching the doctor perform the treatment. After he suddenly pulled out the big knife, Xia Ziying's body seemed to be stimulated, and she suddenly convulsed, and suddenly she was shaking violently.
, seeing this, Meng Zhiqing shouted: "Doctor, this is..."
"Don't worry, sir. This is a natural reaction. As long as I stop the bleeding and her life is strong enough, she will survive." After saying that, the doctor had already pressed the wound with his hand and blocked it with a gauze scarf.
When I saw the wound, I began to slowly wipe the wound and prepare to suture it.
Time passed little by little, and after an hour, it was completed. Looking at Xia Ziying who was lying on the bed, the wound had been stitched up by himself. The doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "The wound is finally stitched up."
, I’ll wait for you to boil some medicine and drink some medicine. It depends on God’s will. If God has mercy on her, she can survive as long as she survives tonight.”
After hearing what the doctor said, Meng Zhiqing breathed a sigh of relief. At least for now, there is still hope. The situation is not very bad. After that, the doctor went out to prepare the medicine.
The doctor went out and looked at Xia Ziying who was pale on the bed. Meng Zhiqing suddenly had the urge to cry. He was a little touched to have a weak woman block such a knife for him, even though he had been a very poor woman for a long time.
He was a proud man, but when he saw Xia Ziying standing up to block the blow, all his pride was instantly wiped out.
Looking at her handsome face, Meng Zhiqing couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch it. It was soft and slippery, and murmured in his mouth: "Why are you so stupid? Why do you want to block this knife for me? You are
After knowing that you blocked this knife, I can never forget you mentally. I am extremely proud, but in front of you, I can't be proud of myself. I look so insignificant.
All I feel in front of you is inferiority. You saved me and now you are lying here quietly, which makes me feel guilty. If I had known that this would be the result, I would rather suffer this myself.
One knife, and then I lay here. This way, my heart will not be condemned by my conscience. Miss Xia, it is you who make me blame myself like this. I, a man, can't protect you. I am really ashamed."
That night, Meng Zhiqing was guarding Xia Ziying's bedside. In the middle of the night, Ling'er still came in uneasy. Seeing that the prince was still guarding Xia Ziying, she shook her head helplessly and found a cloak.
Put it on him.
This action woke up Meng Zhiqing who was still sleeping. Meng Zhiqing grabbed Ling'er's hand like a nightmare, "Miss Xia, it's all my fault for not protecting you properly. If you have any shortcomings, then
How will I face you?" After saying that, he firmly grabbed Xia Ziying's arm.
Ling'er was anxious and embarrassed. After hesitating for a long time, he shook Meng Zhiqing and said, "Sir, it's me, Ling'er. My sister hasn't woken up yet. What's wrong with you?" After saying that, she let his hand go.
Catch.
Meng Zhiqing suddenly opened his eyes and saw Xia Ziying lying on the bed. He glanced at Ling'er hurriedly and let go of his hand as if he had been bitten by a snake. "Ling'er, it's you. I'm so sorry.
Are you kidding me?" Meng Zhiqing explained awkwardly. As he spoke, his face began to turn red.
Ling'er said generously, "Master, I understand you. When my sister and master are injured like this, you will naturally be anxious mentally. But no matter how anxious you are, there is nothing you can do. Didn't the doctor say it all? As long as you survive it,
Tonight, the master is out of danger. Don't be anxious anymore and be careful with yourself." After Ling'er said that, he picked up a bowl of lotus seed soup and continued: "This is the lotus seed I asked the kitchen to make.
Soup, sir, you'd better drink some to warm yourself up, otherwise the master will wake up and tire you out, which will be bad."
Meng Zhiqing awkwardly took the lotus seed soup from Ling'er's hand, "Thank you." His words were full of shyness, as if a big boy who had done something wrong had gained sympathy from others.
"Master, you are too polite. In this way, you can go and drink while I take care of my master. If you are worried, I will return it to you after you finish the drink." Ling'er said mischievously.
Meng Zhiqing did not laugh because of Ling'er's naughty words. He just smiled slightly, nodded, and walked to the table to drink the lotus seed soup.
Ling'er looked at Xia Ziying who was lying on the bed. There were slight beads of sweat on her forehead. She gently wiped the sweat away with a handkerchief. Looking at her master in front of her, her pale face was gone.
There was no trace of blood, and the muscles on his face were twitching constantly. It seemed that there was some kind of fierce confrontation going on in his body, and the sweat on his face became more and more intensive.
"Master, look at my sister, she seems to be in pain. Has there been any change in her body?" Ling'er asked curiously. She looked at her master with worry and hope in her heart.
After hearing Ling'er's words, Meng Zhi ran over like a breeze, almost knocking the lotus seed soup in his hand to the ground. He quickly ran over, took a careful look, and shouted to the people outside: "
Come on, hurry up and fetch the doctor."
The soldiers outside immediately went outside to find the doctor. Meng Zhiqing hurriedly held Xia Ziying's hand in his own, "Miss Xia, you have to hold on. You must wait for the doctor to come and support you."
He shouted to the people outside: "Is the doctor here yet?" The voice almost roared, making the soldiers outside couldn't help but tremble, and they quickly said tremblingly: "We have sent someone to invite you.
Young Master..., the doctor will be back soon."
Meng Zhiqing glanced fiercely outside and said, "You go too and bring the doctor to me as soon as possible. If anything happens to Miss Xia, I will never be able to get around you."
After hearing the almost threatening words, the soldier immediately went down and quickly led a few of his men outside to pick up the doctor. When he just left the yard, the doctor had been hurriedly pulled over.
When the doctor arrived, the guard breathed a sigh of relief and quickly grabbed the doctor: "Hurry, doctor, the young master is already waiting inside. If you are a little late, I'm afraid the villain's life will not be saved."