"Ninth Prince..." Ye Luosha's heart ached, and he fell back to the ground helplessly.
Even two sticks of incense before, they were still life-and-death enemies, but now, even Ye Luosha had to admit that the presence of the Ninth Prince was so reassuring.
At this moment, Ye Luosha's mood was too complicated to describe in words, but no matter what he was thinking, in the end, it was still anxiety and worry.
Mu'er hasn't recovered yet, his wounds are still bleeding, and his whole body is still losing his breath bit by bit.
Even though the Nine Princes' true energy protected his heart, there was still no way to stop the bleeding.
Ye Luosha and Elder Shi finally got up and did not dare to disturb Zhan Qingcheng. They could only look at Feng Jiu'er who was still busy.
The wound was so deep, how could the bleeding be stopped?
But if the bleeding couldn't be stopped, how could their Mu'er survive?
What should we do? What else can we do now?
Feng Jiuer turned over the bag she was carrying and poured out everything inside.
Originally, I just wanted to see what else could be used, but unexpectedly, a small wooden box was poured out.
The small wooden box given by Xue Gu contains a few pills, for life-saving use!
She picked it up and smelled it, then immediately opened Mu Mu's mouth and threw all three pills in.
Looking back at Ye Luosha, who wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop him, Jiu'er said anxiously: "Find a place to settle down immediately. I need the best ginseng to extend my life!"
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They didn't know what method Feng Jiuer used to actually stop the bleeding from Mu Mu's wound.
In fact, there is still blood oozing out of the wound, but compared to the previous scene where there was a large amount of blood gushing out, it is a huge difference.
In short, Mu Mu's glimmer of hope was maintained in this way.
But his current situation is still very serious. According to Feng Jiuer, the dangerous period has not passed yet and his life may be in danger at any time.
The most important thing is that he lost too much blood. Even if the bleeding has been stopped, his body's energy is still getting weaker and weaker.
The Nine Emperors Uncle's vitality is the key to his survival. If something goes wrong on the Nine Emperors Uncle's side, Mu Mu may not be able to survive.
"The blood energy is too weak, and a blood transfusion is necessary." Feng Jiuer got off Mu Mu's bed, looked at Ye Luosha, and asked urgently: "Which of you has the same blood type as him?"
Blood type...match?
They were both very anxious, but Ye Luosha and Elder Shi both looked confused. Their blood types matched. What did this mean?
Seeing their faces, Feng Jiuer came to her senses. She was too anxious and forgot everything.
This is ancient times, not the 21st century. They don't understand what blood types or blood transfusions are.
The worst thing is that there are no tools for blood transfusion here.
There is no other way but to fight in danger and use silver needles to save the blood!
This method has only been seen in books. After all, such an ancient method is not used in modern times.
As for whether it was feasible, even she was not sure, but now, without a blood transfusion, Mu Mu had no chance of surviving.
"I want to test your blood type first." There was no time to explain. She took a cup, dug out some powder from her bag, and left the room.
I don’t know how long it took before I came back from outside with a few more herbs in my hand.
As soon as Jiu'er left, she held the medicinal herb in her palm, crushed it hard, and the juice dripped into the cup, then mixed it with the medicinal powder she had just taken out, and finally poured a little water into the cup.
She took another cup and poured out a little solution containing medicine and juice from the original cup.
Carrying the cup and walking to the bed, he couldn't help but look at the face of the man sitting on the inside of the bed.
Uncle Nine Emperor's face didn't look good. From early morning to now, it had been nearly three hours. Uncle Nine Emperor Emperor had been working on Mu Mu's exercises without stopping.
Elder Shi and Ye Luosha tried to take his place several times, but they had injured their true energy and their internal strength had not yet recovered, so Jiu'er did not dare to take the risk.
However, even if Uncle Nine Emperors has deep internal strength, he doesn't know how long he can survive if he continues like this.
So after she acupunctured Ye Luosha and Elder Shi, she asked them to sit aside and rest, because it would be their turn to take over the position of Uncle Nine Emperors at any time.
Feng Jiu'er, who was holding the cup, took Mu Mu's other hand, used a silver needle to remove a drop of blood from his fingertip, and dropped it into the cup.
Afterwards, she took the cup and walked to Ye Luosha.
Now that Ye Luosha was counting on them to save Mu Mu, he naturally did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest, but he still felt that her actions were too ridiculous.
"I... and Mu'er are not related by blood, how can we admit blood?" Is this Feng Jiu'er going crazy with anxiety and having no other choice?
Jiu'er didn't say anything and held her finger.
Although Ye Luosha didn't agree, at least he didn't stop her and allowed her to take a drop of blood from her fingertips.
To identify a relative by dripping blood, all you need is water. I don't know why Feng Jiu'er spent so much effort and added so many medicines to the water.
As expected, two drops of blood cannot be mixed together. As Ye Luosha thought, after all, she is not Mu Mu's biological mother.
Jiuer poured out the cup of solution, took Mu Mu's blood for the second time, and this time came to Elder Shi.
Elder Shi had a strange expression on his face, feeling resistant and uneasy from the bottom of his heart.
"I am from a humble background, and I dare not blaspheme the dignity of the Young Palace Master. Miss Jiu'er, you..."
Feng Jiuer still didn't say anything. Before he could finish speaking, she already held his hand, the silver needle fell, and the blood beads slid down.
Sure enough, it didn't work. Elder Shi and Ye Luosha looked at each other, feeling very uneasy.
Feng Jiuer was really confused now. With their identities, how could they identify themselves with Mu Mu even if they shed blood?
But Jiu'er didn't give up. She originally planned to give it a try on herself, but she was the one who wanted to operate it. If her own blood was used, she might not be able to operate it.
And here, except for her, no one else has the ability to perform the task of blood transfusion.
Therefore, the third thing to be tested is the blood of Uncle Nine Emperors.
Ye Luosha's eyes immediately fell on the cup in Feng Jiuer's hand.
Maybe she didn't even know what she was thinking, but she was just eager to see the results.
When Jiu'er's face changed as he held the cup that had fallen into the blood of Mu Mu and Jiuhuangshu, Ye Luosha suddenly said anxiously: "What? They..."
"I'm not admitting blood, don't get me wrong." Jiu'er knew what she was thinking.
In ancient times, the only thing people could think of doing this kind of thing was to recognize relatives. In fact, she was just testing her blood type with potion.
Seeing the two drops of blood fused together, Jiu'er's eyes lit up and he said anxiously: "Uncle Nine Emperors, your blood can save him!"
