The rubber tube used for IV drip came in handy once again. The blood donor lay on the table, the injured person lay on the door plank on the ground, two needles, one rubber tube – this was the scene of Qi Yue’s first blood transfusion after arriving in ancient times. It was crude and violated regulations to the point that she couldn’t bear to look directly at it, but for everyone present, they all stared wide-eyed at this scene, watching the blood flow from one person’s body into another person’s body, and that person who was gradually about to die slowly regained consciousness.
“Am I dead?” the injured person slowly opened his eyes, making a murmuring sound.
“Not dead. With your brother here, no one can make you die,” Hei Dahan was the first to rush over, putting his big head in front of the injured person’s eyes, shouting with his booming voice.
A smile appeared on the injured person’s face.
“With brother’s booming voice, even if the King of Hell were here, he’d be scared away…” he said weakly.
This person was quite humorous, and his spirits were good. Qi Yue thought to herself nearby.
“Let me check your blood pressure,” she said, taking the blood pressure monitor and walking over.
Only then did the injured person see this strangely dressed woman with only her eyes showing, his expression confused.
“This is an excellent doctor that the Prince specially invited from home…” Hei Dahan quickly explained.
He didn’t know the relationship between Qi Yue and the Prince he spoke of. When A’Ru saw the Prince, she was already scared out of her wits and didn’t dare reveal Qi Yue’s true identity.
“Thank you, Prince. Jiang Hai has nothing to repay you with…” the injured person struggled to get up, only then noticing the strangeness on his body. “What is this?” He looked at the strange things on both his arms, then followed the tubes to see the person…
“Brother, our blood is the same,” the blood donor grinned broadly, his face glowing red, feeling honored.
“You lost too much blood, this is replenishing your blood,” Qi Yue smiled, watching the injured person’s face turn pale, obviously quite frightened by this scene.
“Don’t move, let… let…” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi walked over a few steps and spoke, ultimately vaguely skipping over Qi Yue’s title, “treat your injuries, so you can recover quickly and seek justice.”
The injured person nodded with full gratitude, and Qi Yue had also finished taking his blood pressure.
“I can proceed with the surgical suturing now,” she exhaled and said. Whether it was her crude equipment or the Chinese medicine that had been administered, whichever had worked, this step of treating shock had been successfully completed.
Since she, Qi Yue, had started her internship until before her transmigration, she had performed countless such treatments, but this time gave her the strongest sense of achievement.
“A’Ru, lay out the sheet,” she said, while walking to the medicine box, scanning those all-too-familiar instruments one by one. Suddenly her expression changed, “Oh no!”
These words startled everyone.
“Young… what’s wrong?” A’Ru, who had just picked up the white surgical drape, hurriedly asked.
Qi Yue picked up medicine bottles one after another, sweat beading on her forehead.
“They’re all gone, all gone…” she murmured.
“What’s gone?” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi standing nearby asked.
“Anesthetics, all of them – local, general, all used up…” Qi Yue murmured in response.
She knew this day would come. Not just anesthetics…
Qi Yue’s gaze swept over the medical kit, a bitter smile appearing on her face. What she brought was an emergency kit, which was already quite good, and it was an emergency kit she had specially over-equipped, more comprehensive than the usual emergency room equipment. But even so, gloves, needles, and other things that couldn’t be discarded had been disinfected, boiled, and dried by her for reuse. But some things were impossible to reuse, such as anesthetics, antibiotics, iodine tablets, disinfectant tablets, sutures…
“Go back and get some,” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi said indifferently, while raising his hand to beckon a servant over.
Qi Yue shook her head.
“There aren’t any,” she said, her expression dejected.
“There aren’t any?” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi frowned, somewhat unable to understand her words.
“I can’t perform this surgery,” Qi Yue said with a snap as she put down what was in her hands.
The entire hall erupted.
“What did you say?”
“How can you not do it?”
The stage had been set up, the drums had started beating, just waiting for the main character to come on stage and start singing, when suddenly the voice went hoarse. One could imagine how angry the audience below the stage would be.
“Doctor, are you still angry that we injured this person?” Hei Dahan shouted loudly, his face flushed red, drawing his sword from his waist with a clang.
People around scattered with a whoosh in fear.
“Can’t hit a woman, can’t hit a woman. If you want to hit someone, hit me,” Hu San couldn’t care about pressing on the blood vessel anymore and knelt with a thud in front of the big man.
“How about I cut myself to apologize to him?” the dark-faced big man didn’t raise his sword toward Qi Yue, but instead held it against his own arm, glaring with bloodshot eyes and shouting.
Following his actions, more people drew their knives or swords.
“I’ll do it.”
They all shouted.
Qianjin Hall immediately erupted into chaos.