The Female Supporting Character's Counterattack: The Evil King's Doctor Consort's Ent

Chapter 7 Crisis

A silver figure slowly emerged from behind the crowd. Bathed in sunlight, the man with black hair and silver armor looked like a god.

Gu Lingzhi suddenly clenched her teeth.

Everything from last night was still vivid in her mind. Although she was the one who took the initiative, in Gu Lingzhi's heart, it was still an indelible humiliation.

Her whole body was tense as she watched the man approach step by step. The steady footsteps reached her ears because of the complete silence around them.

Gu Lingzhi's eyes were slightly red.

Mo Jiuxiao!

"Ninth Prince!"

In a short while, hundreds of people around them knelt down on the ground.

Mo Jiuxiao's face was cold, and his body was still covered with a strong smell of blood.

The people following behind him were all extraordinary, and each one exerted a greater pressure on the other.

Gu Lingzhi also felt that oppressive feeling; she was being pressed hard to the ground by the guards beside her.

Mo Jiuxiao squinted and stared at Gu Lingzhi.

"If he lives, you live; if he dies... you die!"

The man moved the corners of his lips, stared at Gu Lingzhi, and said something indifferently.

The old doctor stood bent over to the side, looking at Gu Lingzhi with sympathy from behind the crowd.

The soldier escorting Gu Lingzhi sheathed his sword and stepped back, the threat to his neck temporarily gone. Gu Lingzhi raised her head, her dark eyes fixed on Mo Jiuxiao: "I need something!"

No one moved; they simply looked at Mo Jiuxiao with questioning eyes.

Some people even brought their own chairs over.

Mo Jiuxiao did not sit down, but stood straight, his posture as upright as a snow pine on the Tianshan Mountains.

"give her."

With a simple command, someone immediately inquired about Gu Lingzhi's request. Gu Lingzhi gave a brief explanation, and shortly afterward, the items were brought over.

"Give me the dagger!"

The guard beside her placed a dagger inlaid with precious gems in her hand.

Gu Lingzhi weighed it in her hand and found that the dagger was very light.

Those thin, fluorescent blades were so beautiful they were mesmerizing.

A gentle-looking man standing behind Mo Jiuxiao was taken aback: "Ninth Prince, you actually lent out the Emperor's precious Mo Chen..."

Mo Jiuxiao did not reply; his cold, sharp eyes remained fixed on Gu Lingzhi, who was kneeling on one knee with a dagger in her hand.

Gu Lingzhi gently cut open the man's collar with a dagger.

But when Gu Lingzhi picked up the dagger, she realized that her hand was trembling slightly.

It wasn't because of fear or tension, but because of overwork.

She hasn't eaten anything for over a day and a night, from yesterday morning until now.

He had absolutely no strength left in his body.

Many people's eyes revealed a mocking look.

The general surnamed Zhao, who had been in charge of the overall situation, frowned slightly, completely unable to understand why Mo Jiuxiao would believe the words of a female slave: "Your Highness, she is clearly stalling for time. As a slave, holding soldiers hostage is a capital offense, regardless of the reason!"

However, Mo Jiuxiao completely ignored it.

Those eyes, concealing a hint of dark purple, stared at Gu Lingzhi without any emotion.

Gu Lingzhi pressed her trembling right hand down with her left.

In her condition, surgery was not an option. Although the surgery itself was not difficult for her, there was a crucial point.

The wound was not far from her throat, and she needed to rely on her touch to stitch it up. She couldn't use her hands to perform such delicate and precise stitches.

She bit her lip hard, and a hint of bloodshot appeared in her eyes.

Gu Lingzhi raised her head and glanced at the man standing not far away.

The man exuded an aloofness, possessing an air of nobility that suggested he was untouchable and could only be admired from afar.

She seemed to sense disdain in those dark eyes.

Gu Lingzhi thought she was very patient, but the man's gaze was unbearable.

She has to win.

Gu Lingzhi had already taken a clean silk handkerchief and wiped the blood off the man's wound.

After repeatedly cleaning her hands and the needle and thread with alcohol and boiling water, Gu Lingzhi gently placed the dagger in her bosom.

She didn't use the dagger for medical treatment; she wanted it for self-defense.

Her original dagger had been taken away, and she now felt very insecure.

Holding the embroidery needle and thread that she had painstakingly found in the military camp, which she had simply polished and sterilized herself, Gu Lingzhi said to the people around her, "Hold his hands and feet down and don't let him struggle. If something happens, I will die, and he won't live either."

Those people didn't say anything, but their indifference was obvious.

Since that's the case, she didn't want to say anything more. Whether she succeeded or not was entirely up to fate.

Everyone watched as Gu Lingzhi inserted needle and thread into the wound.

Those who were still standing still instantly lost their composure. "Your Highness, this isn't healing, it's murder!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Lingzhi pursed her lips slightly, her mind racing: "If I wanted to kill him, I wouldn't need to go through all this trouble!"

"you……"

There was a murmur of whispers all around.

The seriously injured person felt the pain, suddenly trembled all over, and struggled desperately.

Gu Lingzhi broke out in a cold sweat.

This is not her time, and there are no sophisticated instruments that can help her.

However, she was already used to this kind of situation. When she was carrying out missions, there were times when the conditions were even more difficult.

Her missions were often in the wilderness, where conditions were just as harsh as they are now.

Without this skill, she would not have become the best military doctor in the army at that time.

However, those four people who didn't care at all couldn't even keep a sick person under control.

She paused, bit her pale lips, and looked back at the group of people: "I don't care if I die, you don't want your comrades to die either!"

This advice proved effective, as the group's movements became noticeably more disciplined.

Gu Lingzhi continued her attack.

With her eyes closed, she carefully felt around, stitching up the blood-soaked wound without the aid of instruments or assistants. She could only rely on the feel she had developed over the years.

Fortunately, her skills haven't deteriorated.

But at the crucial moment, her hand trembled uncontrollably, and blood gushed out from the wound.