Hiding her pregnancy and divorce, she stopped licking and the general panicked

Mo Shu looked at Su Yujiao's pale face, trembling calves, and the big beads of sweat dripping due to the pain. He was shocked and felt mixed emotions.

What woman is not afraid of pain? The young lady who was raised by General Su since childhood can actually exchange her life for her master's!

The master is so lucky to meet such a devoted woman. I hope he will cherish her in the future.

"Hurry up, what are you standing there for? Human lives are at stake!" Su Yujiao shouted harshly. They were racing against death, and every minute and every second was precious.

"Young Madam, you really can't use the blood of your subordinates?"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, if it stops bleeding, cut deeper."

Su Yujiao was talking while her hands were moving non-stop.

After the wound was sutured, she bandaged it with the help of Mo Shu.

Su Yujiao collapsed to the ground exhausted, obviously exhausted, and her hands were shaking violently.

"Bring me a bowl of sugar water." She said weakly.

Mo Shu handed her the sugar water and Su Yujiao drank it all in one gulp.

After a short rest, she asked Mo Shu to find another funnel and, according to the assembly method just now, began to inject saline solution into Lu Ziqian to replenish water.

After Mo Shu was assembled, he didn't know where to tie the goose feather, so he had to hand the goose feather to Su Yujiao.

Su Yujiao touched Lu Ziqian's foot, skillfully found the blood vessel, and inserted the goose feather into the vein.

"Take another sheep intestine and two goose feathers, and make sure there are no holes this time."

Mo Shu did as he was told.

Su Yujiao connected two goose feathers to the two ends of the sheep intestine, tied one end on her own hand and the other end on Lu Ziqian's right hand.

Mo Shu's eyes widened, and he finally understood that the young lady was using two methods at the same time, trying to transfer all of her blood into the master's body.

"Young Madam, you gave all your blood to the Master, what will you do?"

"Isn't there enough blood in the funnel?"

Su Yujiao became increasingly weak, her lips turned white, and she seemed to have no strength to speak.

"The equipment is simple, there's no air pressure, and the blood transfusion is too slow. A two-pronged approach would be better."

Mo Shu didn't understand what equipment and air pressure meant, but he understood the second half of the sentence.

He stood aside with his fists clenched, looking at Lu Ziqian who was still unconscious and Su Yujiao who was getting weaker and weaker.

I hate my own incompetence. At this critical moment of life and death, I can't help at all.

What made him hate it even more was that he wasn't the one who got hurt. He was dead, so he would just die. There was no need for the young lady to waste so much precious blood.

"Young Madam, please wake up. When will the blood transfusion end? Is your life in danger?"

"Subordinate, what should I do?"

Su Yujiao said weakly: "Go get some paper and pen."

"Ask the inn to make some four-red blood-tonifying porridge. Cook peanuts, red beans, purple rice, and red dates together."

"I'll be fine. Take good care of myself and I'll make up for it."

"Go quickly."

"Yes."

When Mo Shu came back, Su Yujiao was lying unconscious on the bed, and it was unclear whether she was unconscious or asleep.

Mo Shu called out twice but failed to wake the person up, and he didn't dare to pull out the goose feather without permission. He didn't know any medical skills, especially this special treatment method, and he was afraid of ruining Su Yujiao's treatment.

If the plan is interrupted and all efforts are wasted, and he has to start all over again, he will be guilty of a heinous crime.

"Master, wake up."

"Wake up quickly."

"The young lady risked her life to save you. I am undecided. Please wake up and save her."

Lu Ziqian's physical fitness was indeed very strong. After losing so much blood, he woke up in a daze after being called by Mo Shu a few times.

The man opened his eyes and seemed to be still half asleep and not quite conscious.

Mo Shu saw him open his eyes and almost cried with excitement: "Master, are you awake?"

"Please save the young lady."

Lu Ziqian's eyes gradually focused, and after a moment of stunned silence, he immediately came to his senses: "What's wrong with her?"

Mo Shu knelt heavily and said: "In order to save you, the young lady transferred all her blood into your body, and now she is unconscious."

After listening to Mo Shu's words, Lu Ziqian saw that there were feather tubes on both of his hands, connected to a blood-red tube, one connected to the funnel and the other connected to Su Yujiao's wrist.

Blood transfusion?

One life for another?

Lu Ziqian, who had just woken up, tried hard to digest Mo Shu's words, and combined with what he saw, he instantly understood.

The man's breathing stagnated, as if he had been electrocuted. He quickly pulled out the goose feathers from the two people's hands to stop her from supplying him with blood.

"Jiaojiao, wake up." He struggled to sit up.

"Master, don't move. The young lady just sewed up your wound. If it splits again, the young lady's sacrifice will be in vain."

sacrifice?

she died?

Lu Ziqian's pupils shrank, and his whole body seemed to have lost all its strength. He stood there in a daze, his hands and feet cold and numb, as if he had lost his soul.

"master!!"

"very noisy!"

Su Yujiao opened her eyes drowsily, looked at Mo Shu and then at Lu Ziqian, a hint of surprise and relief flashed in her eyes.

"you're awake?"

"How do you feel now?"

It seemed to be a professional habit, and the first thing she asked when she woke up was about his health.

Lu Ziqian looked at her with moving eyes, raised his hand with difficulty, and touched the woman's pale face, as if he had a thousand words to say, but didn't know what to say.

Compared with her kindness in saving him at the cost of her own life, any words of gratitude he said seemed insignificant.

Su Yujiao dodged his hand awkwardly and even moved back a bit: "Have a good rest."

"Mo Shu, is the porridge ready?"

Seeing that she was fine, Mo Shu almost cried with joy and nodded hurriedly: "It's cooking, I'll go take a look."

"Ah."

After Mo Shu left, the atmosphere in the room became a little awkward, at least that's what Su Yujiao felt.

She was still very weak at this time. Seeing that he had woken up and had pulled out the blood transfusion tube, she plucked the goose feathers from his feet.

"I'll sleep a little longer."

Lu Ziqian stared at her closely, and when he saw that she was about to lie down on the bed and sleep, he said hoarsely, "Get on the bed."

"No, I'll just lie down and rest for a while."

"Go to bed!" he repeated, his tone unquestionable.

Su Yujiao met his gaze and saw that his eyes were full of heartache and guilt, so her attitude softened a little.

"Ah."

She really needs a good rest now.

The moment the woman bent down to take off her shoes, she felt a sharp pain in her ankle, and blood dyed the white gauze red again.

"How did you do that?" he asked.

Su Yujiao didn't say anything, but pointed to the funnel at the head of the bed.

Lu Ziqian's eyes were deep, and there was even a moment of heartache, a real dull pain in his heart.

It turned out that she not only had blood transfusions on her hands, but also had her feet cut and bled.

Lu Ziqian stared at her for a long time, unable to look away. She was such a delicate person and was most afraid of pain. In order to save him, she cut herself without hesitation.

Su Yujiao had already cut the gauze and re-bandaged it. The sticky blood on the wound was somewhat stuck to the gauze, and she turned pale in pain when she was removing the gauze.

The woman bit her lips tightly and trembled all over, but even so she groaned in pain.