Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Chapter 33 a Heavy Injury

Yuan Qingling patted his face gently, "Yu Wenhao, Yu Wenhao."

"Don't pat him. He has passed out." Yu Wenqing said angrily.

However, Yuan Qingling continued to pat him, "Yu Wenhao, wake up. Open your eyes."

She held his hand, gently straightened it, and then pulled it hard, "Open your eyes." Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I really don't know why my grandfather asks you to come here." Yu Wenqing rushed over and reached

out to pull Yuan Qingling away.

Yu Wenhao slowly opened his eyes.

Yuan Qingling pushed Yu Wenqing away and said with a slight anger, "Step aside and don't stop me."

Yu Wenqing looked at her in surprise, and thought why Yuan Qingling was so fierce?

Yuan Qingling placed her hands on Yu Wenhao's head and asked, "Yu Wenhao, look at me. Do you

know who I am?"

The scene in front of Yu Wenhao was blurred, but he could hear the voice, and said in an almost

inaudible voice, "Ugly woman."

Yuan Qingling asked, "Who are you? Do you know what happens?"

"I was attacked..."

He was awake.

"Well, I check for you now. If you feel hurt, tell me. I need to eliminate brain hemorrhage and internal

hemorrhage for you." Yuan Qingling's hands gently pressed on his head, and then slowly moved down

to his heart, lungs...

Yu Wenhao gave out a low sound from his chest and his body trembled. His face turned red and he

was hard to breathe.

Yuan Qingling quickly judged that there was an internal injury. His cough caused pneumothorax.

"Brother..."

"Princess Wenhao..."

When the crowd saw that Yu Wenhao's situation became bad, they all stepped forward and exclaimed.

Yuan Qingling walked quickly to the back of the folding screen. She opened the medicine box, and

walked out with a needle.

"Tang Yang, help me. He has pneumothorax, and I need to take gas out of his chest." Yuan Qingling

said.

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"What?" Tang Yang didn't understand, and looked in shock at the needle in her hand.

Yuan Qingling had no time to explain. She grabbed Tang Yang's hand to press against Yu Wenhao's

hands, "Try your best to control him from moving."

"Ok!" Tang Yang wasn't a man without any ideas, but he saw Yu Wenhao was painful, and the imperial

physician was not present, so he could only listen to Yuan Qingling. After all, this was Retired

Emperor's order.

Retired Emperor asked all people to listen to Princess Chu.

Yuan Qingling took a deep breath, as she hadn't done pleural puncture and aspiration for a long time.

She put down her finger on his chest, slowly locked the position, and crossed the gap between the ribs.

Fortunately, everything went well.

Everyone was stunned. They found that Yu Wenhao looked much calmer as the needle was slowly

pushed up by Yuan Qingling.

All felt relieved, but Yuan Qingling was still very worried.

His internal injury was not light, but she didn't know where the injury was and how serious it was. As a

doctor who came from modern time, she didn't have much clinical experience, as most of her diagnosis

was based on modern medical instruments.

Apart from the stethoscope, she had no other usable instruments.

The first thing she needed to do was to inject blood. Yu Wenhao lost too much blood, and he would die.

She closed her eyes and thought, "There must be blood type test paper and blood transfusion in the

medicine box."

When she opened her medicine box, she found what she needed. She comforted herself that it was

controlled by her mind and had nothing to do with any magical power.

Yuan Qingling put the blood type test papers on the table one by one, and then said to Gu Si seriously,

"You drop your blood on the test paper. Yu Wenhao lost too much blood, and needed blood

transfusion."

Gu Si was puzzled, "What do you mean by blood transfusion?"

"Give him your blood."

Xu Yi raised his wrist and cut a wound with his nails. He walked over and dripped his blood into Yu

Wenhao's mouth, saying, "It doesn't matter to run out of my blood."

Yuan Qingling glanced at him and said, "You're very loyal. You can't help him like this. Even if he

swallowed your blood, it will only reach his stomach, not his blood vessels, let alone his heart. Don't

waste it."

Xu Yi was stunned. He looked at Yu Wenhao with a mouthful of blood, and said awkwardly, "Am I

wrong?"

Yuan Qingling dipped Xu Yi's blood on the test paper. The others followed Yuan Qingling's instructions

and dripped a drop of blood on the test paper.

Yuan Qingling pierced through Yu Wenhao's finger.

After a while, she looked at the test paper results and said, "Gu Si and Tang Yang, your blood can be

used."

Gu Si and Tang Yang had O-shaped blood, while Yu Wenhao had A-shaped blood.

Gu Si and Tang Yang immediately stood straight, waiting for Yuan Qingling's orders.

"Sit down!" Yuan Qingling took out a blood-shed needle bag. At this critical moment, she didn't have

other rigorous requirements about them, but just hoped they were not sick, didn't drink, smoke, or take

medicine.

Gu Si and Tang Yang watched their blood flow out from a small tube and turned into two black bags.

They looked up at Yuan Qingling and saw her serious expression. As a result, they did not ask

anything.

After two bags were full of blood, Yuan Qingling hung them up and injected blood for Yu Wenhao.

Then, she picked up the stethoscope to check if his internal organs were broken or bleeding.

She found Yu Wenhao had a bloody chest, which was caused by pneumothorax as he coughed just

now.

Yuan Qingling decided to extract the blood in his chest. At this time, Yu Wenhao was awake, and his

eyes were fixedon Yuan Qingling. When Yuan Qingling lowered her head to suck out blood from his

chest, he didn't feel painful, and just stared at the blood on her forehead.

Then, he slowly raised his hand to wipe the blood.

Seeing he moved his hand slightly, Yuan Qingling said sternly, "Don't move."

Yu Wenhao tried his best to glare at her. Did she want to scare him to death with such a loud sound?

Yuan Qingling received his dissatisfaction and said, "It is blood transfusion."

Seeing that Yu Wenhao was better, Yu Wenqing thought that Violet God Pill worked. He said, "Brother

Wenhao, I ask another Violet God Pill for you."

Gu Si said, "Prince Wenqing, the imperial physician said that Violet God Pill cannot be used too much."

Yuan Qingling knew Yu Wenhao already took one Violet God Pill, because she had tested its function

in person.

She glanced at Yu Wenqing and said, "Your Violet God Pill saved his life temporarily."

Otherwise, Yu Wenhao could not be able to last until now.

Yu Wenqing asked, "Will he be fine?"

"I don't know!" Yuan Qingling pulled back the needle and threw it aside, "Violet God Pill isn't an

immortal pill. It just temporarily stabilizes his condition. He has lost too much blood, and his injuries are

serious...."

As she spoke, she saw Yu Wenhao slowly close his eyes.

It was indeed cruel to talk about his situation in front of the injured.

However, Yuan Qingling believed that he could bear it.

In the process of blood infusion, she needed to be more careful, and the next step was to deal with his

wounds.

There were so many deep wounds that it was inevitable to put stitches into his wounds.

It was a hard project.

Yu Wenhao was like a broken rag doll. Under everyone's gaze, Yuan Qingling's delicate hands were

sewn his wounds little by little.

Yu Wenqing almost burst into tears because it was too cruel.

At dawn, the wound on her head was finally sewed up.

Yuan Qingling was very satisfied that there was no intracranial hemorrhage.