An hour later, the corridor outside Gu Xingyun's house was filled with about forty doctors.
Half of them were doctors from Mianxi City, three of the other half were originally military doctors accompanying Gu Jiajun, and the rest were doctors who had come all the way to temporarily recruit them.
At present, there are densely packed people standing in the corridor.
Xia Chu gave them a brief introduction to Gu Xingyun's condition, and then asked them to work in groups of five and go inside to check for pulse before coming out to discuss it.
If he hadn't reached the end of his rope, Xia Chu wouldn't have been forced to brainstorm ideas.
However, the doctors who came out of Gu Xingyun's room gathered in the inner hall. In addition to being angry that the acupuncture points all over his body were sealed, they were also lamenting that a person who was supposed to die was able to forcibly prolong his life. I don't know what magic medicine was used.
Ordinary doctors cannot see the benefits of sealing acupoints with silver needles. They can only see the result of blood vessel bursting and death.
Xia Chu didn't bother to argue with them, but just listened to their chatter in silence, and ended up shaking his head and waving his hands.
The three military doctors who originally accompanied the Gu family army were in better condition, and they were still looking for ways to look up the classics.
But the other doctors had obviously given up and attributed Gu Xingyun's death to a burst blood vessel.
Some people even began to discuss it with each other. The poison in Gu Xingyun's body was extremely rare. I wonder if after the blood vessel burst, he could take some blood in a vessel and go back to study it.
Time is like quicksand, seemingly slow but fleeting.
Seeing that Gu Xingyun only had eight hours left, the doctors persuaded Gong Zhishuang to prepare for the funeral. Even the three military doctors who were originally accompanying Gu Xingyun had no choice but to give up.
Xia Chu sat on the chair, turning a deaf ear, seemingly deep in thought with lowered eyebrows.
In fact, many collapses actually happen in silence.
He sat there motionless, but his inner world had collapsed and was in a mess.
"Little Marquis, look, do you want to prepare for the prince's death in advance? After all... it's not a trivial matter." Gong Zhishuang hesitated and stepped forward to ask for instructions.
"Bring Gu Duanfei." Xia Chu, who had not spoken for a long time, had a tearing hoarse voice.
"This... although he is in custody, he is also a member of the Gu family army, and the subordinates dare not touch him." Gong Zhishuang was a little submissive.
Gu Duanfei was sent to his place by Gu Weiyi for temporary detention. Although he was a commoner, he was still the son of Prince Hui. Gu Weiyi dared to touch him, but Gong Zhishuang did not dare to touch him.
"I'll take it." Xia Chu raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly, but her tone was that she could not refuse.
The doctors were all talking about it, and the three accompanying military doctors of Gu Jiajun also advised Gong Zhishuang: "Prince Jing is dying, and it is indeed time for Second Young Master Gu to come and see him off for the last time."
Gong Zhishuang saw Xia Chu's face was determined and resolute, and all the doctors agreed, so he ordered his subordinates to go to the prison to pick up the person.
Xia Chu closed her eyes, pinched her brows, and suddenly sneered: "Who said I wanted Gu Duanfei to die, is he worthy?"
The people in the hall fell silent for an instant, otherwise... why would Gu Duanfei be here at this moment
Xia Chu glanced at the forty doctors, lowered his eyes and said, "I want to do a blood transfusion for Prince Jing, and I need the help of two doctors."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the hall took a breath of cold air.
Everyone thought that Xia Chu was crazy. This blood transfusion... was unprecedented in history. Not to mention that Prince Jing might not be able to be saved. Even if there was a one in ten thousand chance of success, Gu Duanfei would definitely die after the blood transfusion.
"Is anyone willing to take the initiative to help?" Xia Chu didn't want to force them.
No matter what the final outcome is, it will inevitably end the Gu family's bloodline. It is human nature to shrink back and be unwilling.
None of the forty doctors in the hall spoke, and they even held their breath with all their strength, for fear that they would make a louder noise and attract Xia Chu's attention.
Fear and uneasiness were written on every face, and everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at Xia Chu.
Xia Chu just walked up to the three officers accompanying the Gu family army and asked softly: "Aren't you even willing?"
The three people's faces were flushed and ashamed.
They naturally know the inside story better than others. Gu Xingyun is their Prince Jing, and Gu Duanfei has done so many evil things.
But even so, they didn't dare...
Really, I don’t dare.
Because what Xia Chu mentioned was unprecedented and too absurd.
Plus, they couldn't bear this final outcome...
The wind and rain outside the window became more and more violent like a tide, whining and roaring.
Thunder and lightning are rushing away, raindrops are dense, and the vast expanse of white is like a scene of desolation that cannot be suppressed in the heart at the beginning of summer.
For a moment, I couldn't tell whether it was Gu Xingyun sighing or himself.
Just as he walked past everyone and headed towards the door, preparing to prepare the utensils alone, Gu Weiyi's voice came from the front hall before anyone arrived.
"Yi Dao! Yi Dao... How is Prince Jing?"
When Gu Weiyi walked to the door of the hall, he noticed an extremely heavy and depressing atmosphere in the hall.
Xia Chu didn't know how to tell him that one-in-a-ten thousandth hope. At this moment, an older voice sounded from behind, asking with some uncertainty: "Are you Yi Dao?"
Xia Chu turned around to look for the sound, and saw an elderly doctor.
The man asked again as if to confirm: "Yidao who stayed in Han Yang?"
Xia Chu looked stunned, thinking about the joint trial of the three divisions of Dali Temple in the capital. Unexpectedly, the news had already reached here.
There was a younger doctor beside the old doctor, who said with a surprised look on his face: "Did you make the Spiritual God Herb?"
Xia Chu couldn't help but frown and asked suspiciously: "Who are you?"
The two of them looked at each other with joy on their faces, and bowed respectfully: "The common man Teng Chunlin, the common man Gong Zhirui, have admired Doctor Yi Dao for a long time."
Gu Weiyi originally tried his best to be patient and wanted to wait for Xia Chu to finish what he said, but it was obvious that the two people had already started to flatter and fawn over him. But he couldn't bear it anymore and asked urgently: "Jing What happened to the prince?"
At this moment, Gu Duanfei was also brought over by Gong Zhishuang's subordinates.
Gong Zhishuang hurriedly walked over and reported: "The young Marquis wants to exchange blood for Prince Jing and Second Young Master Gu. General Gu, please persuade him quickly."
Gu Weiyi wiped the rain off his face, frowned and asked, "Is it dangerous?"
The military doctor accompanying Gu Jiajun also came out to report: "Not only is it dangerous, no one has tried it at all. The medical books are just whimsical and emotional descriptions, and no one has ever verified whether it is feasible. Regardless of the outcome, Second Young Master Gu will definitely die."
Gu Weiyi didn't pay attention to the others, but looked at Xia Chu for a moment and asked: "How sure are you?"
Xia Chu's brows tightened, her eyes turned cold, and her voice revealed a hint of helplessness but also a hint of stubbornness: "Not even 10%, but I want to try."
(End of chapter)