cook maid concubine

Chapter 171
Qian Hongxian carefully inspected the prince's wound, calculated the angle and strength of the knife, as well as the approximate amount of blood loss and the amount of blood needed during the operation. The next step was to do blood matching and collection for everyone.

When only she, Ji Nanjin, and the comatose prince were left in the room, Qian Hongxian put the medicine box in her hand on the table.The front of the box has a design similar to that of Hua Rongdao. I saw her skillfully moving on the surface of the box. After a while, there was a "click" sound inside, and the box automatically opened to both sides, revealing the layers of design inside.

Ji Nanjin was standing behind him at the time, and when she saw the box in front of her, her eyes darkened slightly. Such a unique and exquisite design can only be made by Lingqi Workshop.

And the Lingqi workshop is also known as a thing worth a thousand dollars, so how did this girl get this thing?

Such doubts reached their apex when they saw the contents of the box?I saw dozens of things in different shapes neatly placed inside, which were a bit like throwing knives.Ji Nanjin remembered that he had seen this thing on her before. At that time, she just took a similar knife and cut open the old man's trousers.

The most important thing is that these blades are all made of cold iron, and the blades are as thin as a cicada's wing, and its sharpness can be imagined.In addition, there are some strange shapes, like scissors and tweezers.And all these things have never appeared in Ji Nanjin's memory.

Qian Hongxian took out a new needle tube from it, and took out another needle to install it.He rolled up the sleeve on the prince's side, found the blood vessel, and was about to insert the needle tip, but was suddenly stopped by Ji Nanjin: "What are you doing?"

"Of course it is to draw blood for the prince." Qian Hongxian quickly turned to look at him, her tone was indifferent, as if he asked such an idiotic question.

Ji Nanjin looked at the strangely shaped thing in her hand, frowned slightly and said, "Is this thing used to take blood? Why have I never seen it before?"

Qian Hongxian looked at the syringe in his hand, not knowing how to explain it to the other party.She also wanted to cut the prince's finger directly with a knife, which was easy and straightforward. Wasn't she concerned about the other party's identity, afraid that the other party would investigate the extra wound on his hand when he woke up?
The crime of hurting the prince can be big or small, and she doesn't want to make fun of her own life.

Besides, she only has five needles in total, and they must be sterilized before they can be used again. If it weren't for the fact that the other party is the prince, she wouldn't want to take it out and use it.

Not knowing how to explain it, Qian Hongxian simply ignored Ji Nanjin's gaze on her behind him, straightened his back and said, "If your son believes in slaves, please don't ask too many questions."

Ji Nanjin seemed to hesitate for a moment, but in the end she didn't continue to stop her, and said to her, "Go ahead!"

Qian Hongxian lowered her head again, quickly pinpointed the blood vessel, and with one injection, the blood was drawn out smoothly.

Behind her, Ji Nanjin's gaze fell on the pinhole on the prince's arm that was hardly noticeable, with a silent expression and no movement for a long time.

Qian Hongxian dripped the drawn blood into the bowl prepared in advance, and then asked the prince's guards to help take it out.

Many people have gathered in the hall, including several imperial physicians.

Thinking of these old stubborn people who kept claiming that only the blood of close relatives could be compatible, and that she was talking nonsense and talking nonsense, Qian Hongxian wanted to teach them a lesson, so he deliberately glanced at their direction, and then said lightly: : "Let's invite a few imperial physicians to start first!"

In front of them, she will use their own blood to prove that such things as confession by blood are pure nonsense.She just wanted to prove them wrong, to see if they would dare to continue questioning her medical skills.

Several imperial physicians didn't believe what she said at all, that the blood of not close relatives can dissolve, so they were naturally unwilling to participate in the act of appraising blood she said.

Qian Hongxian was not in a hurry. Seeing them standing still, she raised her eyebrows calmly and said, "Why, could it be that some imperial physicians refused to donate blood for His Royal Highness?"

With such a big hat buckled down, the few people didn't dare to hesitate any longer, especially when the guards next to him made a gesture of drawing their swords, and then they walked towards the place designated by Qian Hongxian quickly one by one.For fear of being a little behind, the knives in the hands of these guards would greet them.

It's just that they are not treated as well as the prince.Qian Hongxian didn't prepare any more needles this time, and she didn't have so many needles.The head of the guards next to the prince pulled out a dagger from his waist and threw it on the table. The sound of "啪——" shocked several imperial doctors' faces to turn pale.

Standing at the front was the imperial physician surnamed Zhang. He picked up the dagger with trembling hands, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and cut a cut on his hand cruelly.

The strength was not well controlled at that time, and the dagger was too fast, almost cutting off half of the finger.

These people are used to being pampered and pampered in the palace on weekdays, and they have never suffered such a hardship. When the knife was cut, cold sweat immediately flowed from their foreheads, and their faces were pale with pain.Fortunately, the other party has not forgotten to drip his own blood into the bowl.

Looking at the two completely incompatible drops of blood in the bowl, the other party still cast a mocking cold look at Qian Hongxian.

Qian Hongxian didn't care at all, and only signaled the next person to continue.

Afterwards, the three of them did not get along with each other in a series of tests. The faces of the several imperial physicians showed surprised and optimistic expressions at the same time. Even Ji Nanjin couldn't help but look at Qian Hongxian, frowning faintly, not knowing what he was thinking.Qian Hongxian was not in a hurry, at least there were twenty or thirty people here, she didn't believe it, and couldn't find anyone with the same blood type as the prince.

If this is the case, it can only show that the prince is too hard.

Fortunately, when the fourth person was tested, the two drops of blood finally fused together strangely.

Several imperial doctors changed their faces at the same time, staring at the completely fused blood in the bowl in disbelief and said: "How, how is this possible?" Then they pointed to Qian Hongxian: "It must be you, it must be you, a witch, who is moving in it!" What kind of tricks?"

Qian Hongxian didn't bother to pay attention to them, and only said to the leader of the guards next to him: "Continue."

The leader of the guards looked at Qian Hongxian, then at the direction of Ji Nanjin behind her, and seeing that the latter nodded towards him, he quickly motioned for the others to come forward.

Facts have proved that the prince's luck is still very good.Among the 27 people who participated in the experiment, there were actually six people who matched the prince's blood type.Except for the imperial physician at the beginning, Qian Hongxian took 400 milliliters of blood from each of the remaining five young and strong guards for backup.

During the blood collection process, everyone was required to be blindfolded.

Except for Ji Nanjin, no one knew how she did it.

Qian Hongxian was very fortunate at this time. When she first went to Lingqifang to customize surgical tools, she considered the issue of blood transfusion.So among her first orders were infusion tubes and blood storage bags.Although cowhide and casings were used instead, it was better than nothing.What's more, in the current conditions, it is not easy to do this.

So, the Spirit Tool Workshop is really a magical existence.At this moment, Qian Hongxian really hoped to see them again.

(End of this chapter)