At the gate of the Song Mansion in the west of the city, a carriage stopped at the foot of the steps, and Liu Ermei got down from the carriage.

"You can't live by yourself, you can't live because of your own sin, you can't take her home, let her have no worries about food and clothing, and be a second young grandmother, she still doesn't know shame, but now it's good, she was rejected by her concubine, she knows that she has no face, she deserves it! Come on, carry her out, put her there, and wait for you Master Song to come back and then restrain herself casually, and bury the matter. ”

She commanded several of the servants impatiently, her tone full of disdain.

Zhang's lower abdomen was stuck with the tungsten alloy dagger he asked for from Zhen Mingku, and his hands were tightly gripping the handle of the dagger, and his knuckles were white.

Several servants lifted her from the back of the carriage and carried her into the gate of the Song Mansion.

She was wearing the gorgeous dress given to her by her eldest grandson Belle, her slender waist was tightly tied, and she looked more and more graceful, but her delicate face had long been bloodless, with despair and sadness before death, and her cloud-like hair hung messily to the ground, stained with dust.

Blood dripped from her waist and fell to the ground, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

When Zhen Ming worked hard to create this dagger, it was made according to the specifications of the saber, and a blood groove was specially added, even if he couldn't stab the dead, the bleeding alone could make people fatal.

Maybe he would never have thought that this blood groove had accelerated Zhang's death.

Just when a few servants casually put Zhang's on the grass at the door, and were about to close the door, the door was kicked open, and Liu Ermei, who was walking in front, was knocked on the back of the head with a stuffy stick before she could react, and fainted.

When several slaves saw the violent, they didn't dare to stop them, and they dodged one after another.

Zhen Mingku threw down the wooden stick in his hand, rushed to Zhang's side, reached out to probe the pulse on Zhang's neck, and showed an extremely excited look on his face, Zhang's still had a pulse, but it was beating very weakly, especially the shocking bloodstains under her.

Zhen Mingku didn't delay at all, picked her up from the ground, turned around and flew out of the gate of the Song Mansion, got into the carriage at the door, and galloped away......

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When Zhen Mingbitter rushed into Sun's medical hall with Zhang's arms, Sun Langzhong had already changed into clean clothes and waited anxiously in a clean and tidy room, Xing'er and Huan'er had already prepared the necessary equipment.

Zhen Mingku carefully placed Zhang on the operating table, and turned his head to look at Sun Langzhong beside him.

Zhang's life is all in the hands of Sun Langzhong.

Sun Langzhong's expression was solemn at this time, he carefully checked the wound on Zhang's abdomen, picked up the scissors beside him, and cut it from the wound, revealing Zhang's snow-white and delicate upper body.

"Make a stove and come here, the temperature is too cold, I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on!"

Sun Langzhong put down the scissors and saw the blood foam gushing out of the dagger blood groove in Zhang's abdomen, and his brows furrowed deeply.

"What kind of dagger is this? Is it specifically used to kill people and bleed? ”

Hearing this, Zhen Mingku's bitterness finally collapsed, raised his hand and slapped himself fiercely, squatted on the ground and cried.

When Sun Langzhong saw him like this, he understood it, and he couldn't bear to reprimand him more, sighed, and glanced at Huan'er beside him.

"Brother Zhen, you go out first, don't get in the way of your godfather." Huan'er's eyes were red, and she pulled Zhen Mingku to stand up, sent him out of the door, and closed the door.

Time passed minute by minute, Zhen Ming squatted at the door, choking, grabbing his hair with both hands, unconsciously pulling hard, and there was already a pile of torn hair on the ground.

During this period, Xing'er went in and out of the room several times, serving a brazier, taking hot water, taking medicinal herbs and hemostatic cotton, every time he opened the door, he made his nerves tense, jumped up and grabbed Xing'er and kept asking, his eyes did not dare to look into the room, for fear that what he saw would be the result he was most afraid of.

When Xing'er came out for the last time, she choked with tears in her eyes, and in the hot water basin she was holding in her hand, blood stained the whole basin red, and she looked at him and shook her head.

Zhen Ming felt a sigh in his heart, and he didn't want to think about it, so he pushed open the door and rushed in.

In the room, Sun Langzhong's operation was over.

Zhang was lying on the operating table, all the clothes on her body had been taken off, revealing a delicate body as white as jade, which was full of gold needles, and her snow-white feet were soaked in hot water to keep her blood warm.

Underneath her was a shocking pool of blood, the wound on her abdomen had been stitched up, and the blood had stopped flowing, but her towering and plump breasts showed no signs of undulation.

Sun Langzhong looked at Zhen Mingku, who rushed into the room, with a solemn face, and shook his head.

Standing on the sidelines, Huan'er cried loudly.

Zhen Ming rushed to Sun Langzhong, grabbed his hand, and shouted, "No! No, it won't! Hasn't the bleeding stopped and the wound been stitched up? Old Sun, you have to think of a way, I can't force her to death in such a cruel way, I can't lose her like this, I can't, I ......"

Speaking of the future, Zhen Ming whimpered bitterly, and when it came to the future, he could no longer say a complete sentence.

Sun Langzhong also looked sad: "Although I have treated her according to the method in the surgical book you gave the old man, and stitched up her wound as quickly as possible, she has lost too much blood, and the old man can't do anything now, she is afraid that she won't be able to survive tonight." ”

When he heard Sun Langzhong say this, Zhen Ming was shocked bitterly, and suddenly rushed to Sun Langzhong's side, and said in ecstasy: "Excessive blood loss? Is it just excessive blood loss? If someone gives her a blood transfusion, will she be fine? ”

Sun Langzhong sighed when he heard this: "Although the medical book you gave me also mentioned the medical technique of blood transfusion, it said that human blood has blood types, in case the blood type does not match, and a coagulation reaction occurs, but it will be fatal, and the old man still doesn't know what blood type is, let alone how to detect it." ”

Zhen Mingku grabbed Sun Langzhong's arm and said excitedly: "As long as you give her the right blood type, will it be okay?" ”

Sun Langzhong didn't understand why he was so excited, and nodded: "If you give her a blood transfusion in time, there is a great hope of coming back to life." ”

Zhen Mingbitter shouted excitedly: "I can measure the blood type, I can measure it!" ”

As he spoke, his hands trembled, he took out the super-generation mobile phone from his arms, clicked on one of the "blood group scanning" programs, rushed to Zhang's side, and used his fingers to take a drop of blood from under her body that was about to coagulate, and dripped it on the mobile phone screen.

A blue bar of light swept across the screen.

After a while, the scan results of the bleeding type will be displayed on the screen.

"Rh-negative type B, this blood type is a rare type, if you are a woman, please be cautious about blood transfusion, so as not to affect future fertility."

Zhen Mingku was slightly stunned, saw the two red warning words, clicked on them, and there were some common knowledge about blood type.

One of them reads, "Only 1% of the world's population is Rh-negative, and the rest are Rh-positive, and if a woman with Rh-negative blood accidentally conceives a baby with Rh-positive blood due to the man's reasons, the baby's blood will enter the mother's body in small amounts, causing the mother's body to produce antibodies, and the woman cannot conceive a second child." ”

"In the unlikely event that a doctor makes a mistake and transfuses an Rh-positive blood type for a woman who has never given birth, then the woman may have a habitual miscarriage and will not be able to have children for the rest of her life, so be cautious!"