“Can you stitch him up now?”

Hei Dahan couldn’t help but ask again, looking at the strange things in Qi Yue’s hands, then at Hu San on the other side whose arm was sore and painful, sweating profusely but not daring to move a muscle. He was truly suffering.

“Yes, that’s the next step. But before that, I need to prepare blood,” Qi Yue answered, while looking at the medical kit in front of her. Hei Dahan could clearly hear her saying a string of incomprehensible words: “What blood type is this guy… Oh, excellent! An emergency kit that meets EU DIN3155 standards is indeed comprehensive. No wonder they boasted so much about it, saying it was like a medical emergency station… They even have ABO blood type rapid test cards… come, come…”

“What is this?” The eldest disciple couldn’t help but ask, seeing her holding a strange piece of paper. This was paper, right? He had never seen paper like this before.

Qi Yue took blood from the injured person and carefully watched the changes on the test strip.

“This? It can distinguish a person’s blood type,” she answered while working.

“Blood type? What’s that?” The eldest disciple was not only not enlightened but became even more confused.

“Blood type is… it’s that people’s blood is different from each other, uh… it’s… done.” Qi Yue said with some difficulty, her voice muffled through the mask. “A…”

Then she stopped her hands and looked at the people in the hall.

“So now, this injured person needs blood. Who will give him their blood?” she asked.

“What? Blood? Give him blood?”

“Miss, what do you mean?”

The entire hall erupted in commotion.

“What I mean is, this person has lost too much blood. Excessive blood loss can kill a person, you know that, right?” Qi Yue said.

They knew, they knew. Everyone in the hall nodded. Even a fool would know that.

“So then, he needs blood replenishment, which means giving him some blood from someone else. That way, he won’t die from excessive blood loss,” Qi Yue continued. “So now, who wants to try to see if their blood is suitable to give some to the injured person?”

“Heavens! Give him blood? Wouldn’t that person lose their life then?” someone shouted.

“How do you give blood to him?” someone else asked.

These words instantly threw the great hall into chaos, with everyone’s faces showing fear as they discussed among themselves.

“I’ll do it,” Hei Dahan said loudly, stepping forward without hesitation. “My life is my brother’s life! Give my life to him!”

Although Qi Yue was speaking to everyone, her gaze was directed at the Prince of Marquis Dingxi standing to the side – “her” husband.

The Prince of Marquis Dingxi’s gaze was also looking at her, then a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll do it,” he stepped forward and said.

Seeing him actually speak up and step forward, many people’s faces showed great alarm.

“Prince, you must not,” they stepped forward to stop him, then more people stepped forward, competing to offer their own blood.

It seemed they truly were brothers with some backbone, not even afraid. The anger in Qi Yue’s heart subsided slightly.

“It’s not about taking your life, just a little blood, and not just anyone can do it. I need to see whose blood matches this injured person,” she said, while picking up a clean needle from the box.

“How do you see?” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi asked. He had already walked in front of Qi Yue, looking down at her from above.

“Extend your hand,” Qi Yue said.

The Prince of Marquis Dingxi extended his hand without hesitation, amid a chorus of dissuasion from those around him.

This hand wasn’t as well-maintained as his face, somewhat rough with calluses on the palm…

Qi Yue thought to herself, reaching out to grasp his hand.

Everyone nearby stared wide-eyed, and some people embarrassedly turned their heads away. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, what was this woman going to do…

When the Prince of Marquis Dingxi was suddenly grasped by this woman’s hand, his body also stiffened, and he instinctively wanted to withdraw it, but Qi Yue had already wiped his fingertip with a cotton ball.

“Don’t be afraid of the pain,” Qi Yue said.

The Prince of Marquis Dingxi scoffed inwardly, but before he could speak, his fingertip felt a sharp pain. His body tensed instinctively, and Qi Yue had already taken the blood and released him.

“Doctor, mine too.”

Immediately, many people extended their hands.

“Wait a moment, one at a time,” Qi Yue said, looking at the test strip in her hand, slowly revealing a delighted smile. She looked up at the Prince of Marquis Dingxi, “Hey, what good luck! Yours is just right.”

Her face was covered by the mask, so her smile naturally couldn’t be seen, but the joy in her eyes clearly fell into the Prince of Marquis Dingxi’s sight.

These words made the people around pause for a moment, then erupt into chaos.

“He can’t, he absolutely cannot,” everyone shouted loudly.

“It seems mine is suitable, and you’re very happy about it,” the Prince of Marquis Dingxi waved his hand to stop the crowd’s clamor, looking at Qi Yue, suddenly laughing heartily.

What was so funny about this? Qi Yue, whose thoughts had been seen through, felt somewhat uncomfortable. You injured someone, so naturally you should receive some punishment…

“Doctor, don’t mess around,” another man stepped forward, placing his hand on the Prince of Marquis Dingxi’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t mess around either.”

“Who’s messing around?”

Qi Yue and the Prince of Marquis Dingxi said simultaneously. After saying it, they looked at each other with some surprise.

“I said before, he won’t die. It’s just using a little bit of blood,” Qi Yue said, turning her gaze away, while rinsing the used needle in alcohol and throwing it into the charcoal fire nearby, then picking up another needle. “Each person only needs a little bit, that’s enough for him to use. Come, who wants to try next?”

Hearing her words, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and more people competed to extend their hands.

Not bad. This injured person was lucky – there were four people here with compatible blood types. Although the Prince of Marquis Dingxi was truly prepared to donate blood, he was still repeatedly dissuaded by everyone. After all, this kind of thing was unprecedented, even though there was the example of that child being cured.

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.