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.
That everyone should listen to the Princess Consort of Chu.
Yuan Qingling took a deep breath, it had been a long time since she'd done a pneumothorax drainage.
She positioned her fingers, slowly targeted the spot, and inserted the needle between the second intercostal space to drain the air.
Fortunately, everything went smoothly.
Everyone was stunned, watching as she slowly advanced the needle, and as she did so, Yuwen Hao visibly calmed down.
They were slightly relieved, but Yuan Qingling's heart was heavy.
This meant his internal injuries were not minor, but she had no way of knowing exactly where or how severe the injuries were. As a modern medically trained doctor with little clinical experience, most of her diagnoses relied on medical instruments.
Now, apart from a stethoscope, she had no other usable equipment.
What needed to be done first was a blood transfusion, he had lost too much blood and was at risk of dying.
She closed her eyes and silently recited, there must be blood typing test strips and transfusion equipment in the medicine box.
Opening it, indeed there was. She really could make her thoughts become reality, but she reassured herself this was mind control, nothing to do with any mystical powers.
She laid out the test strips on the table one by one, then solemnly said to Gu Si, "All of you drip some blood onto the test strips, he's lost too much blood and desperately needs a transfusion."
Gu Si didn't understand, "What do you mean, transfusion?"
"That is, to use your blood for him."
Guard Xu Yi raised his wrist, scraped it with his fingernail, and fresh blood dripped down. He moved closer to drip it into Yuwen Hao's mouth, "Even if this subordinate has to drain all his blood dry, it doesn't matter."
Yuan Qingling glanced at him, "Loyalty is commendable, but you can't help him like this. Even if he swallows the blood, it will only reach his stomach, not his blood vessels or circulate to his heart. Stop the bleeding, don't waste it."
Xu Yi was startled, looking at Yuwen Hao who now had a mouthful of fresh blood, and awkwardly said, "Isn't that how it works?"
Yuan Qingling handed him the test strip to smear Xu Yi's blood on, and had the others follow her instructions to drip a drop of their blood onto the test strips.
Then she pricked Yuwen Hao's fingertip to test his blood.
After a while, she looked at the test strips and said, "Gu Si, Tangyang, your blood types match his."
These two were Type O, while Yuwen Hao was Type A.
Gu Si and Tangyang immediately stood at attention, awaiting Yuan Qingling's orders.
"Sit down!" Yuan Qingling took out blood collection needles and tubes, with the emergency transfusion, rigor was impossible, she just hoped they were all healthy with no illnesses, hadn't been drinking, smoking, or taking medication.
Gu Si and Tangyang watched as their blood flowed from the small tubes into two black bags. They glanced up at Yuan Qingling and seeing her solemn expression, didn't dare ask any questions.
After collecting two bags of blood, Yuan Qingling hung them by the bed and started Yuwen Hao's transfusion.
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.
