After forcibly taking the blood of the sick and delicate prince to renew his life

Jiang Qi's complexion changed drastically, he stood up abruptly and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Cang Lan asked slowly.

Jiang Qi ran towards Yuehuan as if he didn't hear it.

"What are you in a hurry for? You can still see it now."

"Did you completely forget the way I was pulling you just now?"

Seeing that Jiang Qi kept walking, Cang Lan had no choice but to break the conversation.

Jiang Qi stopped suddenly, yes, she touched his hand, and saw the purple headband he secretly hid between his wrists.

How could it be invisible?
Jiang Qi stiffened and slowly turned around to look at Cang Lan, with reddened eyes, "Are you kidding me?"

Cang Lan had an innocent face, "Did I play tricks on you?"

"I'm not telling lies. Princess Yuehuan's eyesight is indeed a hidden danger. You have been by her side all day long, and you haven't noticed it?"

Jiang Qi came to Canglan's side in an instant, and asked him with red eyes, "What do you mean?"

He was almost driven crazy by Cang Lan's plausible words.

"Increase the blood volume, I increase the blood volume and give her to drink, will she get better?"

Jiang Qi suddenly thought of Emperor Ming's words, and now he couldn't care less about it.

He looked at Cang Lan as if asking for help, hoping to get an affirmative answer from him.

As long as Cang Lan nodded, he could give as much blood as he wanted.

"Jiang Qi, calm down."

Cang Lan frowned and looked at Jiang Qi who seemed to be insane, and said in a deep voice: "Yue Huan's life is a miracle against the sky, and it is a blessing that your blood can suppress her poisonous hair. "

"Jiang Qi, people's abilities are inherently limited. People's lives are doomed, and some things cannot be changed."

"Princess Yue Huan is doomed to have such a fate, why do you have to force it?"

Time and life.

The unwillingness on Jiang Qi's face was unprecedentedly fierce, he stared at Cang Lan coldly, "Just say whether increasing the blood volume is useful or not!"

"I don't care whether it's robbery or not, life or death!"

"All I know is that I want Yue Huan to live!"

Cang Lan sighed and shook her head, "It's useless."

"No matter how much blood you drink for Yue Huan, the effect of the blood is only that great."

"It is impossible to change fate against the sky and revive Princess Yuehuan's exhausted meridians."

Jiang Qi slumped down on the chair in a daze, with his head lowered, his cold eyes were rarely empty.

"Is there really no way?"

If even Cang Lan was helpless, who should he go to?

"As early as when the princess was born, I said that she...wouldn't live to be 20 years old."

Birth is a new beginning for others, but it is a countdown switch for Yue Huan.

"I do not believe!"

Jiang Qi looked at Cang Lan resolutely, "I don't believe that Yue Huan can't live to be 20 years old, don't you also know that my blood is useful for Yue Huan?"

"Since my blood can suppress the pain of Yue Huan's poison, it will definitely be able to extend her life!"

Jiang Qi seemed to have found the last flaw in the Fallen Soul, he didn't need Canglan's approval at all.

He also didn't want to hear Cang Lan tell him over and over again that Yue Huan would not live to be 20 years old.

As long as he doesn't die for a day and his blood doesn't dry up for a day, Yue Huan won't die!
Canglan looked at the paranoia in Jiang Qi's eyes that seemed to be able to break through everything, patted him on the shoulder, and sighed softly, "Seize the moment."

"Who can tell what will happen in the future?"

If Princess Yuehuan's life really passed the age of 20, then what's the matter even if he is reputed as a quack doctor?

Cang Lan took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine chest and handed it to Jiang Qi, "Take it."

Jiang Qi looked at Cang Lan, "What is this?"

He felt that Cang Lan seemed to take extra care of him, giving him wound medicines from time to time when he was in the Yueshi Palace.

He was given the precious Resurrection Pill last time.

What is it this time?
Cang Lan glanced at his obviously pale face lightly, "It's for life-saving."

"Do you have any injuries? You still want to increase your blood volume. No matter how good your body is, it won't be able to withstand your efforts."

Canglan was really worried that this fool would bleed to death.

"Thank you, genius doctor." Jiang Qi stood up and bowed to Cang Lan, he was grateful to Cang Lan from the bottom of his heart.

In this huge Yueshi, Canglan is one of the few people who gave him kindness.

"I don't know the miracle doctor..."

At this moment, a deep voice came from outside the door, "Cang Lan."

Jiang Qi stood up straight and looked out of the door. It was Ming Emperor who was dressed in moon white.

He only glanced at Jiang Qi lightly, then turned his gaze to Li Canglan.

The expression is full of worry and fear.

Cang Lan got up to greet him, "Your Majesty."

Jiang Qi glanced sideways at Emperor Ming, saluted Cang Lan slightly, turned and walked out.

He seemed to have no reason to be in the same place as Emperor Ming.

Emperor Ming didn't have any reaction to Jiang Qi's departure, he sat down on the top of his head, and said suddenly: "He respects you."

Cang Lan smiled lightly, "Doctors are naturally more approachable than His Majesty."

To save the dying and heal the wounded is the duty of a doctor.

What's more, he is such a gentle doctor, of course he can win the respect of patients.

Emperor Ming glanced at him lightly, "Since when did you become so funny?"

Did he mean this?

Who is more approachable?

As the Son of Heaven, what is the use of that thing?

"I've always been very funny, and His Majesty is not tired of keeping a cold face all day long."

Cang Lan sat back to her original position, refilled herself with a new cup of tea and drank it.

"Sitting in that position, I can't help myself."

"Pour me a glass too."

Seeing that Cang Lan had no intention of pouring tea for him, Emperor Ming had no choice but to ask for it.

"Where's Yiqing?" Only then did Canglan notice that Yiqing, who had been with Emperor Ming all the year round, was not there.

He took out a new teacup and poured tea to Emperor Ming.

Emperor Ming took a sip of tea and did not speak.

Cang Lan didn't like to ask the emperor's thoughts, so she naturally fell silent.

"What did he want from you?"

Suddenly, Emperor Ming's voice sounded.

Although he didn't express this clearly, Cang Lan knew who he was referring to, "Your Majesty's words moved him. He wants to know whether increasing the blood volume will be useful for the princess even more than Your Majesty."

"Oh, really."

Emperor Ming's voice was so faint that it seemed that he would disappear into the wind if he didn't pay attention.

"Then, is it useful?"

Emperor Ming stared at Cang Lan deeply, not letting go of any clues on his face.

"useless."

"His blood has already exerted its maximum effect, and there is no other possibility for the princess' body."

What can I do?

The effect of suppression is also a blessing in luck, so how can we try to ask for more possibilities?

"Huan'er, is that really the only way to go?"

At this moment, Emperor Ming seemed to have aged ten years, and his voice was much heavier. When Cang Lan looked at him, he saw silver threads on his temples.

When did Emperor Ming, who looked down on the world with contempt, grow old quietly?
Yes, in the blink of an eye, the 20-year period is about to arrive so silently.

Aside from the identity of the emperor, Emperor Ming is just an ordinary father.

Cang Lan was a little embarrassed for a moment, "Your Majesty, the princess... that's all she can do."