Chapter 535: Where the Child Went

Zuo Feichen, while assisting Gu Jiu Ling, didn't realize how many times he had secretly pinched his own thigh; his head broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, yet he still couldn't believe what he saw before his eyes.

Those complex instruments, so much plasma, flowed along instruments he had never seen before and those transparent tubes into the woman in labor's body.

Soon the plasma was about to run out; Gu Jiu Ling ordered Zuo Feichen to watch closely, continue the transfusion, and monitor the psychological monitor.

Afterwards, she took something and went outside; Zhao Lang, who had been waiting outside, hurriedly stood up, but before he could speak, Gu Jiu Ling pressed him into a chair and stuck a needle into his earlobe.

Xiao Yin, watching on the side, couldn't help but be stunned; he moved his lips as if to say something, but he held back his words.

In Zhao Lang's stunned moment, the bead of blood at his ear rolled out, and Gu Jiu Ling caught it on a special test strip.

"Type B blood!"

Gu Jiu Ling murmured softly, grabbed Zhao Lang and pulled him to the other side, pressed him into a chair, picked up the blood‑drawing equipment and handed it to a medicine slave, saying softly: "Draw it hard!"

At this moment, Gu Jiu Ling held a grudge against Zhao Lang.

Earlier, Jinzhi had given birth to a girl via cesarean, and she therefore could not become pregnant again quickly.

She also told Jinzhi to take contraceptive measures, but she put it rather obliquely; unfortunately that little fool didn't know how to protect herself and let that man have his way.

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Not long after, she became pregnant again; during those days she dealt with court turmoil alongside Xiao Yin, went to Jiangnan, and upon returning received the happy news from Jinzhi.

At that moment she felt uneasy, but she still calculated Jinzhi's due date and made thorough preparations, yet something still went wrong.

Normally, after a cesarean one needs to wait a while before conceiving, but Zhao Lang, that scoundrel, having stayed a long time in the frontier, must have gone crazy wanting women.

Nowadays, not to mention drawing blood, Gu Jiu Ling feels like extracting his life!

Mainly, ancient times lacked effective contraception, concepts were backward, and the key is that Jinzhi was uncooperative, letting that boy have his way; the advice she had previously given her went in one ear and out the other.

Originally, a second pregnancy already carried risk; now it's even a premature birth, a risk upon risk.

This time Zhao Lang was like a puppet manipulated by Gu Jiu Ling, slumped in the chair, watching as fresh blood flowed from his body into a special bag on the side.

Xiao Yin finally felt this might be going too far and inappropriate; after all, Zhao Lang is now a Pillar‑of‑State Grand General, and if he were really killed by his own princess consort, the aftermath would be unpleasant to handle.

"Jiu Ling! Cough cough!" Xiao Yin coughed once and softly reminded: "Jiu Ling, let this matter slide for now!"

"Your Highness," Gu Jiu Ling looked at Xiao Yin; the sternness in her brows and eyes left him stunned there.

Seeing his wife so stern, he really dared not say anything else.

Gu Jiu Ling looked at Xiao Yin and said: "Your Highness, help me find several strong, able‑bodied men—the more the better!"

"Hmm, hmm?" Xiao Yin instinctively nodded, then realized this wasn't quite right.

Gu Jiu Ling shoved him toward the door: "This isn't the time to be jealous over nothing—go find them quickly!"

Although Xiao Yin was full of doubts, he dared not anger his own princess consort; he hurriedly took the guards who had been reassigned to patrol the clinic, picked out a few who were physically strong and not too good‑looking, and brought them before Gu Jiu Ling.

Afterwards, Gu Jiu Ling arranged for the medicine slaves to take the tools she had distributed to them and begin drawing blood.

These medicine slaves, who had been trained by Gu Jiu Ling in daily practice, were now calm under pressure and handled the task with ease.

The night outside grew darker; the astonished soldiers, covering the wound on their wrists where blood had been drawn, hurriedly left the clinic, each receiving ten taels of silver as a nutrition fee as they departed.

They had previously heard that the Princess Consort of Rui's medical skill was miraculous; now, having experienced it themselves, it was not just miraculous—it was practically divine.

At this moment the atmosphere in the operating room became even more solemn.

Even Jiu Yue was summoned into the operating room, along with several of Zuo Feichen's trusted medicine slaves whom he had always brought along.

Fortunately, all the rescue equipment had already been taken from Gu Jiu Ling's space; these people had no chance to witness the wonder of that space, yet even just seeing those instruments made them feel amazingly miraculous.

A weak infant cry came through; although it was a boy, his voice was much softer than his sister's, and he only gave a few hums before falling still.

"Princess Consort!" Zuo Feichen cradled Zhao Lang's son, somewhat at a loss.

The child was so weak he couldn't even cry, just desperately humming, showing the tenacity of his vitality.

"Princess Consort! This child……"

From Zuo Feichen's expression it was clear that this premature infant was doomed to die.

Such premature infants basically cannot survive; he looked at the dark‑purple baby in his arms and whispered: "What do we do? This child probably won't make it."

"Give it to me," Gu Jiu Ling said, taking the child from Zuo Feichen's arms; after a glance at the busy medicine slaves and Jiu Yue, she whispered: "Wait a moment, continue transfusing the patient."

"Jiu Yue, prepare those surgical instruments!"

Finally, Gu Jiu Ling looked at Zuo Feichen and said: "In a moment prepare to remove the patient's uterus; I'll take the child out first, and you keep an eye on the patient's blood pressure."

After saying that, Gu Jiu Ling turned and walked into the antechamber connected to the operating room; everyone thought it hid some secret treasury, but only Gu Jiu Ling knew there was nothing inside—it was merely a blind to facilitate her retrieving things from her space.

Gu Jiu Ling held the child and entered the empty antechamber, took a deep breath, and sent the child into her space.

Inside was the most advanced premature‑infant incubator from the laboratory, presumably the leading equipment worldwide.

Even with such advanced equipment, Gu Jiu Ling dared not guarantee whether this child could survive.

It's all up to heaven's will!

As for Gu Jiu Ling, she had done everything she could for this child.

The urgent matter at hand is still a tough battle to fight!

Gu Jiu Ling returned to the operating room; seeing her two empty hands, Zuo Feichen shuddered, his face changing—where had this woman put someone else's child?

Could it be……

He looked in horror at the door of the antechamber, about to speak, but Gu Jiu Ling had already prepared and had Zuo Feichen assist in starting the surgery.

With this amount of bleeding, the uterus probably cannot be saved.

Outside, Zhao Lang half‑knelt at the operating room door, his face as white as paper, a wave of overwhelming despair washing over him.

On one side stood the tall Prince Rui, Xiao Yin; the two of them stood like door‑gods guarding the outside.

Suddenly the operating room door was pushed open from within, and a blood‑scented, exhausted Gu Jiu Ling walked out.

Xiao Yin hurried to meet her; after an eight‑hour operation, Gu Jiu Ling was utterly drained in body and mind, and she collapsed straight into his arms.

Xiao Yin hurried to support her, and an indescribable heartache swept over him.