Chapter 361: He Shou (11) - Shou Yan sees blood (on)

"呜呜呜..."
"Wow, wow."
There were a lot of people gathered in the snow outside the yard. The children’s shouts and whispers continued to spread from the inside. Ling Jingxuan, who was running out of the yard, was tight, forcing the people in front of him to push into the crowd. When a piece of blood red fell into his sight, Ling Jingxuan only felt that his figure was unstable. No, no, it would not be his little buns, absolutely not.
On the snow, a small body twitched and lay on the ground. The snow underneath had already stained the blood. Because the children’s clothes were scattered, they could not see his appearance. Ling Jingxuan was too confused. Didn't notice that the child's dress was not their little bun until? ?
"Hey!"
The shouts of the little buns suddenly sounded. Then, a few crying children shook his legs and waist. Ling Jingxuan calmed down and squatted down and put a few small buns into his arms. At this moment, he realized that the little buns had multiple positions in his mind, and they could not help but tremble with their hands.

爹爹??爹爹?? Are you saving Xiaoqing????

He pushed him a little, and the big bun pointed to the child who was sorely twitching in the snow, crying out, and the little steamed buns burst into tears: "Hey?? Xiaoqing, he hurts, can you help him?"
"Cognac?"
"Ling Shu -
The four buns cried so badly for the first time. Although Yan Xiaoming didn't cry, his eyes were a little red. Ling Jingxuan had a storm at the bottom, and his heart hurts. He turned back in the direction of their fingers and looked at lying on the snow. The child, a mouth directly across his stomach, the intestines fell out, the two servants next to him were scared to the ground, and the rest of the people were holding their own crying little master, Dan Fengyan could not help but look up Going, the tall stump is about two meters away from the ground. The front end of the thick branch is red and bright. It is obvious that the child is falling from a height and is cut by a few sharp and sharp front ends. Is it a simple accident or a man-made? So how can a thick branch suddenly break? Moreover, Yiyi pierced the child's stomach and instinctively told him that this is probably not simple.
"How come back to Xiaoqing? Xiaoqing?"
The crowd suddenly let go of a road. The couple and the old emperor came over with everyone. When they saw the child’s moment, the old but still sturdy old emperor was swaying and thought about it. Ling Jingxuan only felt a tight hand, the big buns clung to him unconsciously, but the line of sight was to look at the child, and the light could not help but be more dull.
"Don't move him."
Before the old emperor picked up the child, Ling Jingxuan gave a sigh of relief, ignoring the old emperor’s uncomfortable moment: "If you want him to die, then move him."
After the language is finished, and no matter what other people think, Ling Jingxuan touches the children's heads and throws them a soothing look. They stand up and say to Yan Ruirui: "Look at the children."
"Well, you can save and save."
Yan Ruirui nodded. His meaning is already obvious. If you can't save, don't be stubborn. Otherwise, there may be people inside and outside.
When he turned off his body, Yan Xiaoxuan took his clothes and knew that he had something to say, but Ling Jingxuan did not give him the opportunity to speak: "It is important to save people."
Now their main thing is to determine if the child is saved. Others can say later, understand what he meant, and Yan Xiaoming let go of his clothes. When Ling Jingxuan left, he looked up again and said to Yan Ruirui: "Nine Emperors Uncle, this is not a simple matter. Can you ask Huang Guye to block Weiyuan Houfu?"
Although he is a seven-prince, but after all, he is a child. In this case, I am afraid that the emperor who used to give orders will not take care of him. The words of the nine emperors are different.
"According to what you said, Xiaoqi, come up with Philip, the uncle is not as terrible as you think, you have to learn to give orders."
Yan Ruirui looks like water, holding the children in their hands to appease them as much as possible. The sights follow Ling Jingxuan all the way. Long Zhang, who is holding a small group, and others are also following them in a proper manner. Lingyun and Song Shuiling both comfort and are equally scared. The bad little book children, I don’t know when, Yan Yi, Yan Shan Yan Si has come out from the dark, and at this time, the silence is guarding them around them.
"Yes"
Yan Xiaoneng clasped his fists and led the nine emperors and ten emperors to go to Zenghou and others. On the other hand, Ling Jingxuan grabbed the child's hand and tested the pulse heartbeat for him, and then examined other conditions such as whether the bones were broken or not. In his ear, gentle way: "Don't be afraid, I am Xiaowen's embarrassment. According to the seniors, you should call me the Nine Emperor. The Nine Emperor's medical skills are very good. Don't worry, I will save you. Now Can you tell me, can you hear my voice?"
The scene was too noisy. No one heard what Ling Jingxuan was saying. The child lost too much blood and was already numb, but he still heard his voice faintly. Zhang Zhangzui tried hard to make a sound, but because of the noise around him. Unclear, Ling Jingxuan’s dark vision was swept away from the crowd.
"Give me some peace!"
When the buzz came out, it was not only the adults who talked about it, but even the crying children stopped. Ling Jingxuan swept away with a cold eye and sighed: "Who wants to make a little more noise, Benedict cut his tongue!"
After the language is finished, no matter whether they will listen or not, Ling Jingxuan took out the silver needle that he carried with him. He tore the child’s clothes and put a few needles on him. He temporarily helped him stop bleeding and relieve pain. All the people around him blinked for a moment. With each of his actions, in their consciousness, Ling Jingxuan was in vain, and the intestines fell out. How could it still save lives? No one noticed that the one who knows the old emperor’s most loved is Xiaoqing, who is the most loved by the old emperor, and who is playing with him. Don't think too much, especially the youngest of them, responsible for leading their seven emperors Yan Xiaoming.
Doing a simple job, Ling Jingxuan did not move him. The low temperature of the snow can slow down the flow of blood. If he moves, he will only let him die faster, and he will touch his hand gently with a little blood. Head: "Good boy, Nine Emperor has already helped you stop the pain, is it better?"
"Ok"
This time, although the mosquitoes are fine, it is good to hear the single tone he made. The old emperor next to him can’t take care of any identity. He squats on the ground and looks at him with tears: "Qinger How are you? Is it painful? You must not have anything, my youth??"
"Zeng? Zu??"
In the blur, it seems that Grandpa is crying. Yan Xiaoqing makes a single tone and tries to raise his hand. However, Ling Jingxuan stopped it, ignoring the anger of the old emperor and the child’s thoughts. Ling Jingxuan raised his head to the old emperor. Tears eyes: "The old prince is angry, I know that you are sad, but now we have to save the children first, please be calm and listen to me."
The time for stopping the blood from the silver needle is limited. They don't have much time to put it on the spring and fall, and they must proceed to the next step as soon as possible.
"Can you really save him?"
To say that there is no doubt, it is absolutely deceptive. After all, in their knowledge, if the stomach is broken, it will be dead. Now the child’s intestines have fallen out, and there is still the possibility of survival. However, because of his love for children, he also wants to grasp the only hope.
"Not necessarily one".

"The old emperor is a little bit safe, listen to me."
Ling Jingxuan just spit out a few words and was interrupted by the old emperor. However, Ling Jingxuan was gentle and strong, and robbed the right to speak back. He determined that although he was dissatisfied, he would not interrupt him any more. Said: "I checked the child. In addition to the birth injury on his stomach, he also had obvious fractures in his right leg. Others have no problem and no brain damage. This is good news. The bad news is that the child is currently losing blood. Too much, I have to do two things. The first is to give him a blood transfusion. I must find the child's parents and brothers, or uncles and other people in the shortest possible time. The blood transfusion can't be lost. The blood type of the loved ones. The chances are higher. Again, I have to help him clean the internal organs, check the internal organs for damage, and finally suture the wound. This is not dangerous in principle. However, as long as there is a certain risk of surgery, no one can. If you agree to the operation, I will be able to save him. I hope that you can have a mental preparation. You will see you if you don't do this operation."
The old emperor is the patriarch of the royal family. Even the empress of the emperor can not afford to sin. The same is true of his prince. It is not that their strength is not as good as him. A single filial piety is enough to suppress people. It is a good intention to be regarded as a liver and lung. He must first make it clear that he does not want to be charged with a crime of murdering the royal family, and he does not want the old emperor to hate him.
"How much do you have?"
After a little silence, the old emperor swept the previous gaffe, his eyes looked at him like a sharp edge, and the baby grandson had already done this. He also refused to see the problem of seeing blood and blood, as long as he could save him, what he Are willing to try.
"If his internal organs are not damaged, he can find the matching blood type in time. In principle, there should be 90% of the grasp. The remaining layer will look at the meaning of God."
In fact, this can only be regarded as a minor operation, which is simpler than caesarean section. However, because these ancient people are too superstitious, the child's identity is too special, and he has to be treated with caution.
"Well, you can do whatever surgery you want. This king is not old, even if you can't save your child in the end, the king won't blame you, Qinger will ask you."
After a deep confrontation with him, the old emperor made a decisive decision. He whispered and whispered in the ear of the child: "Qinger is relieved, my great-grandfather will save you, and the medical skills of the Nine Emperor are very good. You Do you know what you want?"
God knows that he is holding a dead horse as a living horse doctor. There is no bottom in his heart. However, since Wang Hao of Lao Jiu said so confidently, he also had to show a firm side in front of the child.
"Ok"
The child nodded weakly, his eyes could not open, but Ling Jingxuan leaned over to let him hold, and he could not sleep. At the same time, he also let the big bun take off his backpack under his head. In order to prevent the brain from being frozen by the snow, the body has no way to move, can't move, and can't stop the blood with a silver needle.