Nangong Chu looked ugly.
Feng Xingying deliberately caused trouble for him!
If he refuses, it will be considered unfilial on his part.
But Feng Xingying had a grudge against him, and if he tried to do something in the middle, his death would be in vain.
Nangong Chu didn’t trust Xingying at all.
More importantly, he was reluctant to take his own life.
He even hoped that Feng Xingying's so-called blood exchange would not succeed, and it would be best if his father and Nangong Ling died together. In this way, he can ascend the throne with peace of mind, and then get rid of this little loser Nangong Zhuo.
"I'm sorry, I only trust Dr. Su." Nangong Chu made an excuse: "You are too young, I can't trust you with my father's life."
"Shut up. If you don't want to, you can get out and send everyone else out. There are too many people and it's too noisy."
"yes!"
Du Heng responded smoothly and realized that something was wrong.
How did he come to obey Feng Xingying's command
Forget it, the world is huge, and the miracle doctor is the greatest.
Because the miracle doctor can save my emperor.
Judging from the confident look on Feng Xingying's face, there must be no problem.
Although Du Heng is upright, he is not stupid, and he is also experienced in understanding people. Otherwise, could he be the Grand Marshal of the Army only by being a peak Xuanling Master
"Have you thought clearly?" Feng Xingying asked Nangong Ling one last time: "Once the blood transfusion begins, there will be no room for regret. If you resist, I will forcefully knock you out."
"I figured it out!"
"Even if the blood transfusion is successful, if your body loses too much blood at one time, you will become seriously ill later, which will have an impact on your body and spiritual power. Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Nangong Ling nodded resolutely, looking at the man on the bed with wet eyes:
"Although my father didn't give me the title of prince, he didn't even come to see me, and he didn't give me the title of king, but I know that he loves me and he did this to protect me.
If I were granted the title of king, I wouldn't be alive today. "
"good."
Feng Xingying's movements were indeed scary.
When she said blood transfusion, she really meant blood transfusion.
Seeing Feng Xingying separate His Majesty's blood vessels, he even used spiritual needles to stimulate his blood to surge.
The gurgling black blood looked like murder.
In order to prevent the blood from cooling and coagulating, Feng Xingying put the person into warm water. The water quickly turned a fishy black-red color.
Such a terrifying scene was only possible thanks to a bold concubine and two palace maids who dared to help.
If it's useless, then it's the queen.
When the empress woke up and saw her Majesty in such a state, she screamed "murderer" and fainted.
Feng Xingying was too lazy to pay attention to her. He fainted just in time, and the whole world became cleaner.
However, in order to prevent her from waking up again, Feng Xingying pricked her sleeping point to ensure that the empress would sleep for at least six hours.
Although Nangong Ling was a little upset when she saw the bloody scene, she still allowed Feng Xingying to separate his wrists and connect a strange tube straight to His Majesty's chest.
The blood, the feeling of passing, is cold.
"Give him medicine." Feng Xingying ordered.
Yun Xiang poured the prepared medicinal powder mixed with hot water into Nangong Ling's mouth.
"You, suck his blood, don't swallow it, be sure to spit it out." Feng Xingying pointed at the palace maid next to him.
The palace maid's legs were weak, but the concubine approached with a pale face: "I'll come."
After her face turned pale with fright, her lips looked particularly delicate and beautiful.
She pressed her lips on His Majesty's black arm, took a sip, turned around and spat it out. Her delicate red lips seemed to be stained with a layer of ink, turning into an abnormal black color.