Chapter 33: Badly Hurt

Chapter 33

She gently patted his face, "Yuwen Hao, Yuwen Hao."

"Don't pat him, he's already passed out," Prince Qi said angrily.

But Yuan Qingling was still patting him, "Yuwen Hao, wake up, try to open your eyes."

She held his hand, gently straightened it, then gripped it tightly and pulled, "Open your eyes."

"What is this woman doing here, I wonder what Imperial Grandfather called you here for?" Prince Qi strode over, wanting to pull Yuan Qingling away.

But he saw Yuwen Hao slowly open his eyes.

Yuan Qingling pushed Prince Qi away, slightly annoyed, "Step aside, don't interfere with me."

Prince Qi looked at her in surprise, why was this woman so fierce?

Yuan Qingling placed both hands on Yuwen Hao's head, and asked, "Yuwen Hao, look at me, do you know who I am?"

Yuwen Hao's vision was blurred, but he could barely hear her voice, and whispered, "Ugly woman."

The corner of Yuan Qingling's mouth twitched, "Who are you? Do you know what happened?"

"This prince was ambushed..."

He was conscious.

"Good, I'm going to examine you now. Tell me if it hurts, I need to rule out skull hemorrhage and internal bleeding." Yuan Qingling's hands began gently pressing on his skull, slowly moving down, his heart, lungs...

Yuwen Hao's chest rumbled, his body shuddered, and his face flushed red as he struggled to breathe.

Yuan Qingling quickly judged that he had internal injuries, the coughing triggered pneumothorax.

"Fifth brother..."

"Your Highness..."

Everyone cried out in alarm as Yuwen Hao's condition suddenly became critical.

Yuan Qingling had already hurried behind the screen, opened the medicine box, took out a needle and came back out.

"Tangyang, hold him down for me, he has a pneumothorax which is life-threatening, I need to drain the air." Yuan Qingling said.

"What?" Tangyang didn't understand, looking at her in shock holding the needle.

Yuan Qingling didn't bother explaining, she grabbed his hand to press down Yuwen Hao's left and right hands, "Try to keep him still as much as possible."

"Oh, oh!" Although Tangyang was not a foolish man, seeing Yuwen Hao in such distress and no imperial doctor present, he could only listen to Yuan Qingling's words, after all, this was the Supreme Emperor's order.

She picked up the stethoscope again to check if there was any rupture or internal bleeding in his organs.

The earlier hemothorax was likely from coughing during the hemothorax which triggered the pneumothorax.

She drained blood from his chest cavity again. Yuwen Hao was conscious now, his eyes kept following Yuan Qingling's movements. Even as she lowered her head to drain the blood from his chest, he didn't feel any pain, just stared at the blood beading on her forehead.

Then he slowly raised his hand, wanting to wipe the blood from her forehead away.

At the slight movement, Yuan Qingling sternly ordered, "Don't move."

He struggled to glare at her, did she want to scare him to death yelling so loudly?

Sensing his dissatisfaction, Yuan Qingling said, "You're still getting a transfusion."

Seeing Yuwen Hao's condition slightly improved, Prince Qi believed it was the effect of the Imperial Purple Gold Pill and said, "Fifth brother, I'll go ask second brother for an Imperial Purple Gold Pill."

Gu Si said, "Your Highness, the imperial doctor said the Imperial Purple Gold Pills cannot be overused."

Yuan Qingling knew he had taken an Imperial Purple Gold Pill, she was familiar with its effects from her own experiments.

So she glanced at Prince Qi, "Your Imperial Purple Gold Pill may have temporarily saved his life for now."

Otherwise, he wouldn't have made it this far.

Prince Qi's eyes flashed, "He'll be alright, won't he?"

"I don't know!" Yuan Qingling withdrew the needle, discarding it to the side, "The Imperial Purple Gold Pill is no elixir, it only temporarily stabilized his condition. But he has lost too much blood, and his injuries are severe with unclear internal damage..."

As she spoke, she glanced at Yuwen Hao, who had slowly closed his eyes again.

Discussing a patient's dire condition right in front of them was rather cruel.

But she believed he could bear it.

Closely monitoring the transfusion was critical, and next was treating the wounds.

With so many wounds, so deep, disinfecting and suturing was unavoidable.

Suturing all the wounds would be an immense and lengthy process.

Yuwen Hao was like a tattered rag doll, under everyone's staring as Yuan Qingling's skilled hands slowly stitched him back up bit by bit.

Prince Qi watched, on the verge of tears, it was too cruel.

It was dawn by the time she finally finished suturing the head wounds.

There was no bleeding in the skull, which satisfied Yuan Qingling greatly.