Feng Jiu'er's calmness was no weaker than that of Di Wuya. Her expression had not changed at all since Xiaotao Tao and the others came in.
If she hadn't been there, Little Cherry would have collapsed while Di Feimu kept vomiting black blood.
"Okay, I understand."
Little Cherry took a deep breath and casually wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve.
"Jiu'er, don't worry, I won't let myself make any mistakes."
"Um."
When Feng Jiuer nodded, he had already moved over to take Di Wuya's place.
Little Cherry glanced at Di Feimu again, as if she had regained her vitality.
Jiu'er was right, Mu Mu was still waiting for them, and none of them could give up.
Di Feimu's aura was very weak. Under these conditions, the only way Feng Jiuer could think of was to give him a blood transfusion, which would waste most of the blood.
Time passed bit by bit, and Di Wuya's face gradually turned pale.
Feng Jiuer's eyes were always wandering between Di Wuya and Di Feimu.
Little Cherry stood aside, glancing out from time to time.
"That's enough."
Seeing that Di Wuya's expression was wrong, Feng Jiuer looked at Little Cherry and said calmly.
"I'm okay."
Before Little Cherry could do anything, Di Wuya turned back and looked at Feng Jiuer.
"I said, enough is enough."
Feng Jiuer's voice became much deeper.
"yes."
Little Cherry nodded immediately and stood up.
She took the cotton ball with the liquid on it and rubbed the place where Di Wuya inserted the needle, preparing to withdraw the needle.
"Jiu'er."
Di Wuya looked at Feng Jiu'er and frowned.
"Listen to me, you can't fall down now."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiuer unconsciously glanced at the door of the wing again.
"I can hold on for a while."
Di Wuya knew that this little blood was not enough for Di Feimu.
Little Cherry only hesitated for a moment before ruthlessly pulling out the needle inserted into Di Wuya's hand.
"Here, Jiu'er has the final say."
Worried that the Ninth Prince would blame him, Little Cherry explained softly.
Suddenly, a slight sound of the door opening came in, and the three people present looked at the door at the same time.
A tall, muscular brother walked in, looking very happy.
"Your Majesty, Miss Jiu'er, Mr. Xing said that I am suitable, my blood is suitable for General Mu, and mine is suitable."
The brothers were very excited, and everyone hoped that they could be of some help.
"Well, come here."
Feng Jiuer nodded.
The brother closed the door gently and walked over in a hurry.
"Little Cherry, continue. As long as the blood is transfused, even a little, there is still hope for Mu Mu."
Feng Jiuer's hoarse voice sounded again.
"yes."
Little Cherry breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the man who came over in time at the critical moment and said, "Come, sit here."
Di Wuya stood up and came behind Feng Jiuer.
"Jiu'er, I'm here, you go and help."
"No!"
Feng Jiuer shook her head, "Go and ask someone to prepare food, meat, soup, rice. After you're full, rest for a while."
"By the way, if Ye Luosha and Di Ji are not so angry anymore, let them come in."
"I still have things to be busy with, but Mu Mu must have a constant supply of Qi now."
Di Wuya didn't insist anymore and walked out. Just like Xiaoying said, Jiu'er has the final say here.
After waiting outside for two full hours, Ye Luosha and Di Ji finally stepped through the door of the hall.
As soon as the two of them entered, Yu Jingfeng closed the door again.
"Wuya, how is Mu'er doing?"
Di Ji's voice was also a little hoarse.
Ye Luosha stood there for two hours, and he became much more awake.
If her Mu'er is gone, it is really gone. The most important thing now is her Mu'er's life. She can worry about everything else later.
The most important thing is that no bad news has been reported for so long, and Ye Luosha also tends to believe that the woman in white is not Feng Jiu'er.
"After you go in, just follow Jiu'er's instructions, talk less and do more."
After saying a word, Di Wuya turned around and opened the door of the wing.
Di Ji controlled the wheelchair by himself and walked over.
Hearing Di Wuya's rude words, Ye Luosha did not lose his temper for the first time and followed Di Ji's footsteps.
Throughout the night, Di Wuya, Di Ji and Ye Luosha took turns delivering Qi to Di Feimu to heal his injuries.
While Feng Jiuer and Xiao Yingtao were busy, Xing Zizhou was responsible for doing blood tests for his brother and doing other things within his power.
Seven or eight brothers had to change blood transfusions, and it was almost dawn.
Little Cherry finally couldn't hold it any longer, so she lay down on a bench not far away and fell asleep.
Ye Luosha and Di Ji sat on the other side, their eyes never leaving the person on the bed.
Di Wuya sat aside to inject Qi into Di Feimu, while Feng Jiuer still sat by the bed, applying acupuncture and massage without stopping for a moment.
When the first ray of sunlight came in outside the window, Little Cherry, who had been lying on the bench for less than an hour, suddenly woke up.
"Mu Mu."
She shouted softly and sat up.
It was very quiet in the wing, but her voice seemed particularly loud.
Xing Zizhou went over, sat down next to her, stretched out his big palm, and gently rubbed her back.
Little Cherry grabbed his collar, glanced at Ye Luosha and Di Ji, and looked away.
"Xing Zizhou, how is Mu Mu? Is he feeling better?"
"He's going to be fine."
Before Xing Zizhou could respond, Feng Jiuer's hoarse voice sounded.
Hearing her words, not only Xing Zizhou and Xiao Yingtao, but also Ye Luosha and Di Ji also went to the bedside.
"Mu'er is getting better, Mu'er is getting better, isn't it?"
After entering the door, Ye Luosha, who was almost silent, asked softly.
The whole night, everyone's hearts were very tight.
If it were anyone else, they would have given up, not because they wanted to give up, but because they had to give up.
But, there was one person who persisted from beginning to end.
No one can deny that it is Feng Jiuer’s credit that allows everyone to persevere until now.
Without her, Di Feimu might have died long ago.
Feng Jiuer put Di Feimu's hand back into the quilt, and slightly curved the corners of her mouth.
"His pulse is recovering. As long as he survives the next twelve hours, his life will not be in danger."
As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Jiuer looked at the man sitting opposite her, and suddenly her nose felt sore.
Di Wuya was still sending Qi to Di Feimu. If he could walk away, he would definitely go over and give the little girl a hug.
Feng Jiuer bit her lip, gave him a reassuring look, and stood up.
Perhaps because he had been forcing himself to hold on, Feng Jiuer's body swayed as soon as he stood up.
Xing Zizhou quickly gave her a hand and said, "Jiu'er, are you okay?"
Feng Jiuer pushed his palm away and shook her head: "It's okay, it's just that my blood is not flowing smoothly after sitting for a long time."
"Take Little Cherry back to rest, and ask Xue Gu and Qiao Mu to come over."
Worried that Emperor Ji and Ye Luosha would object, Feng Jiuer added.
"Xue Gu and Qiao Mu's internal strength is not weak. If they can hold each other for an hour, it will be two more hours. Now that there is one more person, they will have more strength."
