Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

They even needled the Tiandi acupoint, a method the imperial physicians had discussed before.

However, after considering the consequences, I realized that if the acupuncture point was not needled properly, it could cause local necrosis and lead to paralysis of the lower body, so I dared not insert the needle.

Unexpectedly, this young girl started using needles, and the ministers tried to stop her, but it was too late.

Physician Liang said indignantly, "Young lady, your method of acupuncture is extremely rough. If anything happens to the Emperor, you won't be able to leave alive."

Zhao Lian didn't even look up, continuing what she was doing, a mocking smirk on her lips: "Hmph! You old fogies are so old-fashioned. If you're so capable, why don't you stop the bleeding?"

“If we leave it unattended, His Majesty will only be waiting to die. Although inserting needles into this acupoint is extremely dangerous, the chances of success are still very high. If we don’t try, we will have no chance at all.”

"Rather than waiting to die, let's give it a try and put ourselves in a do-or-die situation. You'd better shut up and not bother me. If there's any mistake in my acupuncture, you can blame it on me."

Granny Su interrupted them, "Doctor Liang, stop arguing. She's right. We have to try as long as there's even a sliver of hope."

No one dared to utter a sound or even breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing Zhao Lian and causing a mishap during the acupuncture, which could be fatal.

After a few minutes, a miracle happened: the bleeding from the wound began to slow down and eventually stopped.

The imperial physicians looked at each other in bewilderment. They hadn't expected this trick to actually work. If they had known it would work, they wouldn't have wasted so much time.

Although the bleeding was stopped, the emperor was pale, his eyes were closed, and he had already fainted.

After the wound stabilized for a few minutes and there was no further bleeding, Zhaolian removed the needles and then handed the Emperor over to the imperial physician for treatment.

After all, professional matters should be left to professionals, and administering acupuncture to the emperor on one's own was already taking a huge risk.

It's good that the bleeding has stopped now; if it hadn't, she might have faced execution.

Physician Liu carefully examined the Emperor's wound and was immediately horrified to discover that the wound was extremely close to the heart.

If the emperor hadn't dodged, the sword might have pierced his heart. Fortunately, he managed to dodge, and the wound was off by an inch. Otherwise, even if Hua Tuo were alive, he wouldn't have been able to save the emperor's life.

Based on Zhao Lian's experience, considering that the wound was too deep, it was necessary to treat the inflammation in the middle, otherwise the internal injury might not heal before the external wound healed, and then local inflammation might occur from the inside.

In such cases, severe infections can occur, and the worst consequence is viral infection with persistent high fever.

Therefore, this phenomenon must be curbed.

However, it turned out that Doctor Liu did not follow this treatment plan. Instead, he directly crushed fresh herbs and applied them directly.

"No, this treatment plan won't work," Zhao Lian stopped Doctor Liu without further ado.

When a young girl publicly rejected his treatment plan, Doctor Liu immediately lost face: "Little girl, it's not your place to tell me how to do things."

"We're saving the Emperor right now! But your method won't work; the wound is prone to infection."

Zhao Lian had just successfully stopped the bleeding, which made the many imperial physicians and doctors take her seriously. They all looked at her questioningly and asked, "So what do you suggest we do?"

"Do you have any dried herbs here, like Panax notoginseng powder or Bletilla striata powder...?"

Zhao Lian named several medicines and received positive answers, so she quickly asked them to bring over the herbs and started to combine them herself.

Her grandfather had taught her how to prepare anti-inflammatory and hemostatic powders, and he had taught her the dosage in detail.

Zhao Lian quickly combined these ingredients, ground them into powder, and sprinkled it evenly on the wound. She then used the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician, both internally and externally.

After this series of actions, the emperor's breathing gradually stabilized, and his face was no longer as pale as it had been at the beginning.

Even so, no one dared to let their guard down. Someone had to be kept watch over the Emperor, and Zhao Lian insisted on staying because she was worried.

Considering her special status—not only was she skilled in martial arts, but she also had some medical knowledge—the ministers agreed.

The Emperor's situation has temporarily stabilized, but things are not peaceful in the palace. Song Wenjie and An Ye learned that the Emperor was injured and rushed back without stopping.

Fearing that the men in black might infiltrate again, everyone began a thorough search of the palace, leaving no corner unchecked.

After this search, two more people were captured. This time they were captured alive, and Song Wenjie handed them over to the Dali Temple for investigation.

When the emperor learned of his injury, some concubines rushed over crying. However, upon seeing how badly he was injured, they were immediately filled with fear and left after a short while, making an excuse to stay.

Only Zhao Lian stayed by the Emperor's side day and night. Su Mama saw all of this and was surprised that this girl could take such good care of the Emperor. Su Mama's impression of Zhao Lian began to change drastically.

The emperor had been injured for several days and had not attended court. To avoid causing panic, everyone kept quiet and announced that the emperor had caught a cold and that the morning court session was temporarily canceled.

But a week passed, and some ministers began to discuss what was wrong with the emperor. He had never disappeared for so long before.

The prime minister came looking for the emperor, but was driven away by Zhao Lian.

The prime minister was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at her: "Where did this wild girl come from? Do you know who I am? I am the prime minister of the current dynasty."

"No matter who you are, you are all the same in my eyes. His Majesty is still recovering from a cold and cannot receive guests. Once His Majesty is better, he will naturally see you." After saying that, Zhao Lian slammed the door shut.

Although the prime minister was angry, he was helpless. After all, this girl had a token personally bestowed by the emperor. It seemed that with the emperor's backing, in order to avoid making the relationship too strained, the prime minister could only leave in a huff.

After seeing the prime minister off, Zhao Lian returned to the bedside. Looking at the emperor, whose breathing was even, she was at a loss.

The Emperor has finally been out of danger these past few days.

At first, she developed a high fever on the second day, which terrified her. Fortunately, it didn't last long and the fever subsided quickly.

However, the wound continued to bleed, and after applying the medicine powder several times, the condition stabilized in the past few days, the wound stopped bleeding, and gradually began to heal.

Seeing that the wound was getting better, but the emperor still showed no signs of waking up, Zhao Lian was extremely anxious.

The imperial physician had no better solution and only said one word: wait.

Zhao Lian knew this wouldn't do; a country cannot be without a ruler for even a day. He was the emperor, and he couldn't stay in bed forever.

Zhao Lian began to perform acupuncture on the Emperor, stimulating his acupoints, and regardless of whether he could hear her or not, she kept talking in his ear, constantly stimulating him with her words.