Chapter 188

The surprise on Gu Yun's face is not pretended. She didn't expect that Ao Tian could move so fast! And then she wasn't in a mood to be surprised, God! So painful! It was even more painful than being hit by a bullet. A chill from her bones made her shake unconsciously. Blood began to trickle down the dark sword body. Gu Yun thought it was dark and glared at Ao Tian fiercely. He scolded: "what's the matter with him? Why don't you draw the sword?"

At this time, Aotian had no power to draw his sword. The sound of blood dripping into the earth was heavy enough to hit his heart. He felt that he was in the ice cave, and the bone cold almost killed him.

The whole person of Ao Tian was stunned. Gu Yun bit his teeth, and his body began to retreat slowly. The sound of the sword's body passing through the flesh and blood made Ao Tian instantly understand Gu Yun's intention. The hand holding the sword was tight. Ao Tian pulled out the long sword mercilessly. With the sword's body, there was also the gushing blood.

Hot blood splashed on AO Tian's face, which burned him instantly like lava. He stood like that, watching her slowly close her eyes, watching her body slide down a little bit, watching her lying on the ground, and her body did not move.

Aoji was also stunned by this scene. He came back to God for a long time, patted Aotian on the shoulder and laughed: "you are merciless! It's tough enough! " I can't imagine how cruel he is. What's it like to stab a beloved woman with a sword? Ha ha ha!

Aoji's harsh smile was inaudible to Aotian, but when he reached out to check Gu Yun's life and death, Aotian shouted: "don't touch her!"

Aoji's hand stopped in the air. The sword in Ao Tian's hand is still dripping blood. Half of his face is stained with blood. His dark red eyes stare at him severely. Aoji was secretly shocked. Anyway, this sword passed through his heart. This woman is dead. He would better not stimulate Aotian at this time.

Aoji accosted him, and Aotian suddenly approached him and asked, "where is the night spirit?"

Aoji swallows saliva, dare not excite him again, smile: "follow me, I will take you now."

Aotian looked back again at the woman who was lying on the ground and had no voice.

Don't be afraid. If you die, I will accompany you! Black eyes in the stroke of a decisive, Ao Tian turned away.

The figure of the two men was gradually moving away, and Mo Bai was immediately overturned by a powerful force. Su Ling's tall body had already rushed to the shadow like an arrow. Mobai looks at suling's obviously disordered steps. Although he is worried, he can only choose to catch up with the two people who are far away.

"End of youth?!" Su Ling slightly shakes and holds up Gu Yun on the ground. She closes her eyes and does not move. Her face is full of blood. The blood in her front and back is seeping out. He quickly reaches out his hand and puts it on her wrist. The intermittent pulse can hardly be found. Su Ling is happy and worried. She is still alive! But how long can she last like this?

"Green end! You can't die. Hold on! " She points her acupoints to stop the blood pouring out. Suling holds her delicate body in her arms. She dare not delay for a moment at her feet. She does not dare to think about anything else at all. Zhuo Qing's explanation is the only one ringing in her ears. Be quick! Be quick!

"Qingmo, you have to hold on, I order you to hold on!" No matter the person in his arms can't hear it, suling keeps repeating this sentence, or only in this way can his disordered heart get a little comfort!

All the way, suling takes Gu Yun to the other courtyard of Lou's house. The servants have been waiting outside the courtyard for a long time. Seeing suling, who is coming from the sprint, immediately opens the door and leads him to the largest courtyard.

"Send it to the room!" Lou Xiyan has been waiting for him outside the house. Seeing suling's cold face and scarlet on her lapel, Lou Xiyan can't help worrying about Gu Yun's situation.

Holding Gu Yun and rushing into the room, Su Ling saw a large outer hall. Almost all the best doctors of traditional Chinese medicine in five or six palaces were present. They were wearing strange white robes and sat there nervously. Seeing Su Ling still holding a man in his arms, several royal doctors got up one after another. Lou Xiyan waved to them, and they had to sit down again. The doubt in their eyes was even more serious Very much.

"Inside."

At the sign of the building's sunset, suling carried Gu Yun into the inner room. The place was not big. There was only a small wooden bed covered with white silk. All the other places were lit with candles. The light was dazzling. Zhuo Qing stood beside the wooden bed, wearing a white robe, cotton gloves in both hands, and her long hair over the knee was braided up by her. Zhuo Qing pointed to the wooden bed and whispered, "put her up."

Suling quickly put people on. Zhuo Qing said in a cold voice, "you go out." Suling blurted out, "no!" Under the light, Gu Yun's skin color was white and transparent, her lips were blue and gray. She was thinner when she put it on the narrow wooden platform.

"Get out!" Zhuo Qing's breath is heavy, and his hands are not idle. He gently cuts the black clothes on Gu Yun's chest. There is an inch wide blood hole on his left chest. His skin and flesh are turned outwards, but the blade is very neat, and the position is basically the same. Until he sees the wound, Zhuo Qing's heart is half released. The sword of Ao Tian stabs fast and accurately, and the cloud is saved!

After calming his mind, Zhuoqing began to clean the wound, but found that there was little bleeding in Guyun's wound. The sword passed through the diaphragm without hurting the heart, but it cut a vein. It shouldn't only flow this blood! Zhuoqing frowned slightly and asked in a low voice, "did you order her acupoints?"

Su Ling was shocked and said, "can't you point?"

Zhuo Qing replied lightly, "No." Instead of being tough, he said, "you can stay, but don't hinder me. By the way, change into a clean dress. "

Zhuo Qing agrees to stay, but suling worries more. What's wrong? Suling went out of the room a little restless. Lou Xiyan seems to have been prepared. A tray is handed to him. There is a plain white robe on it. Su Ling doesn't think much about it. She takes off her bloodstained clothes and puts on the white robe and enters the room again.

Zhuo Qing is holding a thin curved silver needle in her hand. Suling dares not to disturb her. She stands silently beside Zhuo Qing. Her eyes are always close to the woman in the bed. She looks like a porcelain doll when she loses her vitality. When she touches it, she will break. The inner room is very quiet, so quiet that her breath is so obvious, but he can hardly feel her breath. Several times He wanted to try her breath, but he was afraid that the result would be too much for him.

"Suling," Zhuoqing said in a low voice after taking a deep breath, "untie her acupoints."

Zhuo Qing's tone was obviously dignified. Su Ling's fist was tight. He went to Gu Yun's side, extended his hand slowly, and exerted a little effort -

to untie the acupoint. Gu Yun's throat suddenly moved. A ray of red blood came out from the corner of his lips, flowed through his neck along his cheek, and finally left a little scarlet on the plain white pillow.

"How could this happen?" Su Ling was shocked, but he dared not touch her. He could only watch Yan Hong's blood gushing out of her mouth. He stared at Zhuo Qing and shouted, "what's the matter?" Zhuo Qing calmly picked up a piece of white silk beside her and gently pressed it on the corner of Gu Yun's lips. "Press it," she whispered

Suling quickly pressed and held, Zhuo Qing looked down at the vein that had just been sutured. Suling points cloud's acupoint, which can really delay her bleeding, but because of the body wound, the blood pressure will change. The moment when the acupoint is untied, the pressure is very large, and it's normal to vomit blood. I'm afraid that the newly sewn blood vessel can't bear it!

After observing for a long time, Zhuoqing found that there was still a small amount of blood oozing in the connected blood vessels. Damn it! The suture is still too thick, and the medical equipment is not complete, which makes Zhuo Qing feel very bad, and her face darkens again! Preparing for a second suture.

"Why does she keep spitting blood?" Suling's deep voice was very low.

Zhuoqing looks up at suling and her eyebrows are tied immediately. Su Ling's face was not better than that of Yun. She stared at the silk that had been soaked in blood. Because of the pressure, the blood trickled down his fingers. Su Ling's obvious helplessness and self reproach worried Zhuo Qing. Although he is not out of control, it's the operating room after all. Caring is chaos. Zhuo Qing didn't want to take any risks. He shouted: "sunset, get him out!"

Lou Xiyan hears Zhuo Qing's words outside the door, sighs a little, and the two guards in the outer room nod their heads. They enter the inner room and approach suling. Suling touches Gu Yun's cheek with both hands. Her eyes have not left her for a moment, and her gloomy voice deliberately lowers down and roars: "get out!"

Suling's inborn domineering spirit was not resisted by many people. They hesitated for a while, but they did not dare to go away.

At this time, the clear voice of the building's sunset came from the low ground outside the room, "general Su, if you don't want qingmo to have something to do, go outside and wait, you will kill her!"

The faint voice rings in such a quiet and oppressive room. Every word is suffocating. Zhuo Qing seizes the time to sew it up again, focuses on the operation and turns a deaf ear to their words. Gu Yun no longer spits blood, but his face is a little darker than before. The blood handkerchief in his hand is so warm that he almost burns suling, while her cheek is cold without a trace of temperature. Su Ling's hand shook again. He knew that he could not help at all. He suppressed the impulse to protect her in his heart. Su Ling got up quickly and rushed out.

Standing in the middle of the courtyard, the night wind was like a thorn whip. He didn't feel pain when he pulled it down on him. He just closed his eyes painfully and coldly. The scene of the sword piercing her body was replayed in his mind again and again. He hated himself so much. Why didn't he stop her!

Isn't he fast enough? Shouldn't you point her acupoints! If, if he is a little faster, she will have more hope! Faster The tall body is like being emptied of strength at once, and it is leaning against the rocks behind. The cold feeling spreads from behind to the heart.

This night seems to be very long. Time is finally walking, the night is a little bit engulfed by the morning glow, the sun rises slowly, bringing a little warmth. When Su Ren heard the news, he came to see Gu Yun's situation early. When he went into the courtyard, he saw a big body leaning against the rockery. At the first sight, he could hardly recognize that the man sitting on the ground was Su Ling. The torment of the night made him grow many hawthorn, and there was not too much sadness on his face, but the dark eyes, which had always been sharp and arrogant, stared straight at the ground. Their eyes were completely empty, and they tightly held a silk cloth that had been soaked in blood, cold and fishy.

The heart of Su Ren mentions the voice. What's the matter?

Is she dead?!