The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Next door, Su Yingxue sensed that something bad was happening, and her heart was also suspended in fear.

Chu Yifeng’s fist made the hole larger, his gaze suddenly tense, “Chu Yifeng!”

He can’t die!

“Yingxue, he doesn’t have a pulse, I can’t feel his pulse anymore, he…”

Rong Sheng’s eyes brimmed with panic-stricken tears, her gaze frantic and helpless.

Chu Yihan looked around, managed to lift the entire thick beam, and then passed Su Yingxue through, “Save him!”

His eyes, grave, fixed on Su Yingxue, carrying a heavy hope.

Su Yingxue nodded, looking at him supporting the beam, “Hubby, be careful!”

She had to stay by Rong Sheng’s side, so Chu Yihan had to keep supporting the beam the whole time.

Su Yingxue acted swiftly, realizing that Chu Yifeng was only temporarily in shock, she quickly joined Rong Sheng in administering aid.

But the two of them pressing on his heart and feeding him medicine still couldn’t make Chu Yifeng regain consciousness.

Rong Sheng noticed, “He’s lost too much blood, refused to take his medicine, and wouldn’t eat. He’s too weak, his body can’t hold up, that’s why he’s like this.”

Such stubbornness, he wouldn’t even spare himself when it took hold!

Su Yingxue was somewhat distressed, “We can’t find someone to give him a blood transfusion right now, and he won’t swallow any medicine, what do we do…”

“My blood type is the same as his, I can give him a transfusion.”

Rong Sheng, her features cold but clear, skillfully took out a syringe. Rolling up her sleeve, she handed her slender arm to Su Yingxue, “Yingxue, you carry out the procedure.”

“Sister, how do you know your blood type is the same as his?” Su Yingxue was surprised.

Seeing how adept Rong Sheng was, it seemed like this wasn’t the first time she had given him a blood transfusion.

Rong Sheng didn’t answer her, and Su Yingxue didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask any more, but still reminded, “Sister, can your body withstand it?”

It wasn’t just that Rong Sheng had been poisoned by Chu Yifeng, she herself was also severely injured. Even giving a little blood to Chu Yifeng would be difficult for her.

Rong Sheng nodded, “I’m fine, just hurry.”

She feared Chu Yifeng’s body wouldn’t hold out.

Su Yingxue quickly performed a blood transfusion for her and Chu Yifeng. Throughout the process, Rong Sheng’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

She was very worried about Chu Yifeng.

With Rong Sheng’s blood flowing into Chu Yifeng’s body, and Su Yingxue feeding him some medicine, Chu Yifeng’s breath and heartbeat returned.

Su Yingxue took a deep breath, ready to remove the syringe, “It’s okay now,

Sister, he’s come around, there’s no need for more blood.”

“Don’t move.”

Rong Sheng stopped Su Yingxue’s action, “Transfuse another unit to him, to promote blood circulation in his body. Otherwise, he will feel cold all over, his wound won’t heal, and there’s a risk of infection.”

Rong Sheng’s rational calmness was admirable.

But Su Yingxue was worried, “Sister, you’ve been injured too. Giving him so much blood now, can your body withstand it?”

“I’m fine.”

Rong Sheng looked delicate but was exceedingly determined.

Su Yingxue could not stop her, and could only watch as Rong Sheng gave blood to Chu Yifeng until her face turned pale and she collapsed to the ground, unable to support herself.

“That’s enough, Sister!”

Su Yingxue removed the syringe for them; Rong Sheng’s face was deathly pale, and she had no strength to even sit up.

Su Yingxue fed her a blood-replenishing pill, her eyes carrying a hint of worry.

Before she could speak, Rong Sheng continued to give instructions, “Give me his medicine.”