"How is this possible?!" Zhu Zhanji couldn't believe it. The shock on his face was ten times more intense than when he learned the news that the capital had fallen.
Yes, that is the demigod Yao Guangxiao! In this world, he is the only one who can kill others, how can anyone else kill him?
But unfortunately, Yao Guangxiao died...
"Speaking of which, I was the one who harmed Master Yao." Wang Xian sighed and said sadly: "Before they launched their attack, I hid in Qingshou Temple. I thought I was unnoticed, but unexpectedly they had already targeted me.
On the day of the incident, they suddenly surrounded Qingshou Temple..."
Wang Xian told Zhu Zhanji what happened that day: "...After we escaped from the secret passage, we heard an explosion that shook the earth and the mountains, and the entire Qingshou Temple was razed to the ground..."
"..." After listening to Wang Xian's words, Zhu Zhanji still maintained the extremely shocked expression. This is not surprising, after all, what happened that day was too horrifying to hear.
Wang Xian finished speaking for a long time before Zhu Zhanji came back to his senses and said quietly: "How could this happen?"
"Your Highness, the matter has come to this, let's face it." Wang Xian said solemnly: "There is no time to sigh, His Highness the Crown Prince and Zhenjiang City cannot sustain it for long!"
"Yes!" With a bang, Zhu Zhanji punched hard! The huge pain made him wake up, his face returned to its usual determination, and he said in a deep voice: "Come here!" After that, his
His eyes fell on Zhu Di...
At this moment, the arrowhead on Zhu Di's body had been removed, and a monk named Xinyu was bandaging him. Seeing the terrifying look of Grandpa Huang covered in blood, Zhu Zhanji asked in a low voice: "How is it?!"
"Fortunately, fortunately." Monk Xinyu said slowly while bandaging the wound skillfully.
"Fortunately what?!"
"Fortunately, the arrow was not poisonous, but fortunately it missed by an inch," Xinyu said, "If it had been a little more straight, it would have hit the heart."
"As expected, my grandpa has great blessings!" Zhu Zhanji excitedly shook Wang Xian and said with excitement on his face: "That's great! That's great!"
"Yes, yes." Wang Xian also said with a smile. It is normal for Zhu Zhanji to be so excited. Apart from the love between ancestors and grandchildren, from a practical perspective, if Zhu Di really dies like this, they will be completely finished!
Although Zhu Zhanji had the status of a grandson, the princes and ministers weighed the situation and stood beside the two brothers, King Zhao and King Han.
This account is very simple. Once the emperor dies, no one in the world can control the king of Han! Those noble generals will definitely not be buried with the prince!
This is also the real reason why Zhu Zhanji does not dare to go back! He is afraid that once Zhu Di dies, he will be killed by his third uncle! Even as long as Zhu Di is unconscious, King Zhao will find a way to make Zhu Di die...
It can be said that his poor grandson has fallen into a critical situation! There is only one way to avert danger, and that is to let Zhu Di live and wake up as soon as possible!
When Zhu Zhanji was overjoyed, Monk Xinyu's next words were like a basin of cold water poured down on his head: "However, the emperor has lost too much blood, so I'm afraid it's more likely to be more serious than bad..."
"Ah!" Zhu Zhanji was like a duck being strangled by the neck. He froze there and asked in a trembling voice: "Master, there must be a way to save my grandpa Huang?!"
"No." Xinyu shook her head sincerely and said: "No matter how good the golden sore medicine is, it can only speed up the healing of the wound, but it cannot restore the emperor's blood."
"What about the tonics?!" Zhu Zhanji shouted as if grasping a life-saving straw: "I have Thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum and Thousand-year-old ginseng! These are the decisive tonics."
"Tonic medicine replenishes qi and blood," Xinyu explained to Taisun, "It is two different things from the body's blood." After saying that, Xinyu sighed and said, "In this case, we can only rely on the injured person's own physical condition to cure it.
Resisted."
"My grandpa is so powerful," Zhu Zhanji hissed, "I can definitely bear it!"
"It's difficult." Xinyu mercilessly shattered Taisun's last hope and said quietly: "The emperor is now in a coma, his pulse is getting weaker, and his body temperature is also dropping... The situation is obviously getting worse."
"Then you're lucky!" Zhu Zhanji finally broke out and yelled at Monk Xinyu.
"If the arrows were poisonous, or if they were shot just a little bit, the emperor would have died a long time ago." Xinyu said matter-of-factly: "How can he still be alive now?"
"I'm going to kill you!" Zhu Zhanji fainted and was about to draw his sword.
ēYou can't beat me." Xinyu was a little angry, and said to herself: "Why is this man like this? I worked so hard to save his grandfather, but instead of thanking him, I repaid him with kindness. No wonder the master said that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. Although this guy is
Grandson, but also a dangerous little tiger.
"Let's give the emperor a blood transfusion!" Zhu Zhanji saw that he was completely out of control, and Wang Xian's voice rang out.
"Uh..." Zhu Zhanji stopped immediately, looked at Wang Xian slowly, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, such a simple method!"
Wang Xian had a wry smile on his face, but before he could speak, Xinyu said decisively: "No, someone will die!"
"Oh?" It was Wang Xian's turn to be surprised. He looked at Monk Xinyu and said, "You know this method?!"
"Yes." Xinyu said: "When the master led the troops to fight, I was a doctor in the army. I saw many soldiers who had their hands and feet intact but died of blood loss. I thought about it for a long time and came up with this method, so I
Experiments were conducted on four wounded persons."
"What's the result?" Zhu Zhanji asked.
"Everyone got better at first, but then he died very quickly, and his death was extremely painful." Xinyu recited the Buddha's name and said, "Amitabha, it can be seen that one person's blood is another person's poison."
"Ah..." Zhu Zhanji was extremely disappointed.
"That's because you are very unlucky." Wang Xian said solemnly: "None of the four wounded have matching blood types!"
"Blood type?!" Monk Xinyu's eyes widened with curiosity, "What do you mean? Is there any type of blood?!"
"That's right." Wang Xian nodded and said, "There are several types of human blood. Only the same blood types can be matched. If you are transfused with different blood types, your body will reject them."
"That's it!" Monk Xinyu said sincerely, "No wonder the master values his junior brother so much. It turns out that his junior brother is an all-knowing sage!"
"Haha! Let me tell you! There is no one in this world who can defeat Wang Zhongde!" Zhu Zhanji hugged Wang Xian's arms excitedly and asked excitedly: "So, how to tell the blood type of my grandpa Huang?"
"Uh..." Wang Xian was stunned.
Everyone thought that 'Wang Dabai' was thinking, and they did not dare to take a breath. After a long time, a blade of grass was blown by the wind in front of everyone. Wang Xian sighed and said: "I don't know..."
Everyone fell to the ground in unison.
Wang Xian looked apologetically at His Highness Taisun, who shed a few lines of tears because of his excessive mood swings. He sighed and said, "Blood types do exist, but I don't know how to distinguish them." In fact, he was silent just now.
, it was not that he was deliberately trying to trick people, but that he was thinking that if he could use the process of elimination to find a universal blood donor with type 'O' blood among many people, he could save Zhu Di's life.
But after rehearsing it in his mind several times, he gave up. This method was too cruel, not to mention the sacrifice of many lives, and it couldn't be figured out in three or two days. Looking at Zhu Di, can he survive tonight?
It’s all been a problem in the past, we can’t wait until then!
So Wang Xian simply gave in.
"Then what do you mean it does?" Zhu Zhanji actually laughed. It was a bitter smile after being hit hard and falling into despair.
"I mean," Wang Xian sighed, "if you give it a try, you will always be 20 to 30 percent sure. If you don't try, there will be no hope at all."
"That's true." Xinyu said: "If junior brother's blood type theory is true, there is indeed the possibility that... a blind cat will encounter a dead mouse."
"It's rough words but not rough words." Wang Xian looked at Zhu Zhanji and said solemnly: "Your Highness, this is just my suggestion. It is up to you to decide whether to have a blood transfusion or not?!"
"Have I decided?!" Zhu Zhanji smiled bitterly: "Can we afford it?!"
"That's nothing," Wang Xian glanced at Gao Tianliuyun and said calmly: "There are only two outcomes, success or failure. If we succeed, we can make a comeback. If we fail, it will not be worse than the current situation."
"That's right..." Zhu Zhanji's eyes widened, and he thought to himself that such a simple account, how could I not calculate it clearly?! Seeing that Grandpa Huang's breath was getting weaker and weaker, I'm afraid there is no miracle. At this time,
, a dead horse is treated as a living horse by the doctor. If you treat a dead horse, you will make a profit, but if you cure it, you will lose nothing. His mouth was bitter and his heart was trembling: "We can only give it a try!"
"Then..." Monk Xinyu looked at the crowd and said, "Whose blood should I lose?" There is no shortage of strong men here, but who knows which one can match the emperor.
"Of course it's me!" Zhu Zhanji thought his question was ridiculous. Grandpa Huang was the True Dragon Emperor, and his blood was flowing through his body. Only his own blood could match his! How could the blood of an ordinary person succeed?
!
"His Royal Highness is indeed the most suitable." Wang Xian also agreed. Purely considering the blood relationship between the two, he believed that they were the most likely match. Moreover, judging from the personalities and styles of the two men, it was as if they were carved from the same mold.
Same blood type... maybe.
Anyway, it’s a matter of luck, so of course you have to choose the one with the greatest hope!
The two people with the highest status had the same opinion, and Monk Xinyu began to prepare for blood transfusion. Although his experiment at that time failed, he had mastered the method of blood transfusion.
While Xinyu was preparing, Zhu Zhanji pulled Wang Xian aside, his dark face turned slightly white, and asked in a low voice: "I said, I won't die from excessive blood loss, right?"
"Donating blood is good for your health." Wang Xian comforted him: "I will watch and won't let anything happen to you."
"That's good, that's good." Zhu Zhanji breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you are really worried, let me do it..." Wang Xian had type O blood in his previous life, but who can say for sure in this life?
"I'll do it." Zhu Zhanji sighed and whispered: "If Grandpa Huang really wakes up and knows that I didn't give him a blood transfusion, he will definitely kill me."
"Hey..." Wang Xianxin said yes, this is the sadness of being the emperor's grandson.