Chapter 188: Gu Yun

Gu Yun's surprise wasn't faked; she really didn't expect Ao Tian to act so fast! Next, she had no mood to be surprised. Oh god! It hurt! It hurt more than being hit by a bullet. A chill that penetrated her bones made her body tremble involuntarily. Blood began to drip down the pitch-black sword body. Gu Yun felt her eyes go dark and glared fiercely at Ao Tian, cursing in her heart: "What is he doing? Why hasn't he pulled the sword out yet!"

Ao Tian had no strength to pull the sword out at this moment. Every sound of blood dripping into the mud felt like it was smashing into his heart. He felt as if he were in an ice cave, and the bone-chilling cold almost drowned him.

Ao Tian stood there stunned. Gu Yun gritted her teeth, and her body began to retreat slowly. The sound of the sword sliding through flesh made Ao Tian instantly understand Gu Yun's intention. His hand gripping the sword tightened, and Ao Tian pulled out the long sword without mercy. Along with the sword body came the gushing blood.

Hot blood splashed on Ao Tian's face, instantly burning him like molten lava. He just stood there, watching her slowly close her eyes, watching her body slide down bit by bit, watching her lie on the ground, her body motionless.

Ao Ji was also stunned by the scene in front of him. It took a long time for him to come back to his senses. He patted Ao Tian on the shoulder and laughed loudly, "You really didn't show any mercy when you acted! You are ruthless enough!" He really didn't expect him to be so ruthless. What did it feel like to thrust a sword through the woman he loved? Hahaha!

Ao Tian couldn't hear Ao Ji's harsh laughter, but when he reached out to check if Gu Yun was alive or dead, Ao Tian roared, "Don't touch her!"

Ao Ji's hand stopped in mid-air. The sword in Ao Tian's hand was still dripping blood, and half of his face was covered in blood stains. His dark red eyes stared fiercely at him. Ao Ji was secretly alarmed. Anyway, this sword had pierced through her heart, and this woman was dead for sure. He had better not stimulate Ao Tian at this time.

Ao Ji withdrew his hand in embarrassment. Ao Tian suddenly approached him and asked, "Where is Ye Mei?"

Ao Ji swallowed, not daring to provoke him anymore, and smiled, "Follow me, I'll take you to see her right now."

Ao Tian turned back to look at the woman lying on the ground without a sound.

Don't be afraid. If you die, I will accompany you! A flash of determination crossed his black eyes, and Ao Tian turned and left.

The two figures went further and further away. Mo Bai was immediately knocked over by a powerful force. Su Ling's tall body had already rushed toward that beautiful figure like an arrow. Mo Bai looked at Su Ling's obviously messy footsteps. Although he was a bit worried, he could only choose to catch up with the two who had gone far away.

"Qing Mo?!" Su Ling helped Gu Yun up from the ground with trembling hands. She closed her eyes, motionless, her face devoid of blood, and blood was seeping out from her front and back. He hurriedly reached out to feel her wrist, but the intermittent pulse was almost impossible to find. Su Ling was both relieved and worried—she was still alive! But how long could she last like this?

"Qing Mo! You cannot die, hold on!" Regardless of whether the delicate body in his arms could hear him, Su Ling repeated this sentence constantly. Perhaps only in this way could his chaotic heart get a little comfort!

Running wildly all the way, Su Ling held Gu Yun and came to the Lou family villa. The servants had been waiting outside the courtyard for a long time. Seeing Su Ling rushing over, they immediately opened the door and led him to run to the largest courtyard.

"Send her into the room!" Lou Xiyan was already waiting outside the house. Seeing Su Ling's stiff and cold expression and the scarlet on his lapels, Lou Xiyan couldn't help but worry about Gu Yun's condition.

Holding Gu Yun, Su Ling rushed into the inner room. There was a large outer hall, and five or six of the best imperial physicians in the palace were almost all present, wearing strange white robes, looking a bit nervous as they sat there. Seeing Su Ling still holding someone in his arms, several imperial physicians stood up one after another. Lou Xiyan waved his hand at them, and several people had to sit down again, their eyes full of confusion.

"Inside."

At Lou Xiyan's signal, Su Ling carried Gu Yun into the inner room. The place was not big, with only a small wooden bed covered with white silk, and all other places were filled with candles, the light bright enough to be blinding. Zhuo Qing stood by the wooden bed, also wearing a white robe, with cotton gloves on both hands, and her long hair over her knees was braided and tucked up. Zhuo Qing pointed to the wooden bed and said in a low voice, "Put her up."

Su Ling hurriedly put her up. Zhuo Qing said coldly, "You go out." Su Ling blurted out, "No!" Under the candlelight, Gu Yun's skin was transparently white, her lips were grey-blue, and her thin self looked even more fragile on the narrow wooden platform.

"Go out!" Zhuo Qing's tone was very heavy, and her hands were not idle. She gently cut open the black clothes on Gu Yun's chest. There was a one-inch-wide bloody wound on her left chest. The skin and flesh were slightly turned out, but the knife cut was very neat, and the position was basically not deviated. Until seeing the wound, Zhuo Qing's heart, which had been hanging, was put down by half. Ao Tian's sword thrust was fast and accurate; Yun still had a chance to be saved!

Steadying her mind, Zhuo Qing began to clean the wound, but found that the bleeding from Gu Yun's wound was very small. The sword passed through the diaphragm, not damaging the heart, but it severed a vein. There shouldn't be so little blood! Zhuo Qing's brows furrowed slightly, and she asked in a low voice, "Did you press her acupoints?"

Su Ling was alarmed and said urgently, "Can't press acupoints?"

Zhuo Qing replied faintly, "No." Changing from her previous tough attitude, she said, "You can stay, but don't hinder me. Also, go change into a clean set of clothes."

Zhuo Qing agreed to let him stay, but Su Ling became even more worried. Could it be that something went wrong? Su Ling walked out of the inner room in a state of anxiety. Lou Xiyan seemed to have been prepared. A tray was handed to him, on which was a plain white robe. Su Ling didn't think much, took off his blood-stained clothes, changed into the white robe, and entered the inner room again.

Zhuo Qing held a thin, curved silver needle in her hand. Su Ling didn't dare to step forward to disturb her, silently standing by Zhuo Qing's side, his eyes never leaving the woman lying on the bed. Without vitality, she looked like a porcelain doll that would shatter at a touch. The inner room was very quiet, so quiet that the sound of breathing was so obvious, but he could hardly feel her breath. Several times he wanted to test her breath, but was afraid the result would be something he couldn't bear.

"Su Ling," Zhuo Qing took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Release her acupoints."

Zhuo Qing's tone was obviously solemn. Su Ling's fists tightened. He walked to Gu Yun's side, slowly reached out, and pressed hard—

As the acupoints were released, Gu Yun's throat suddenly moved, and a wisp of bright red blood gushed out from the corner of her lips, flowing down her cheek and neck, finally leaving dots of scarlet on the plain white pillow.

"How could this be?" Su Ling was shocked, but didn't dare to touch her, only watching the crimson blood gushing out from the corners of her mouth. He stared at Zhuo Qing and roared in a low voice, "What's going on?" Zhuo Qing calmly picked up a piece of white silk next to her and pressed it gently on the corner of Gu Yun's lips, saying in a low voice, "Press it."

Su Ling hurriedly pressed it. Zhuo Qing let go and lowered her head to observe the newly sutured vein. Su Ling pressed Yun's acupoints, which could indeed slow down her bleeding, but because there was a wound on the body, blood pressure would change. At the moment the acupoints were released, the pressure was great, and vomiting some blood was normal. What he feared was that the newly sutured blood vessel couldn't bear it!

After observing for a while, Zhuo Qing found that the reconnected blood vessel still had a small amount of oozing blood. Damn it! The suture thread was still too thick, and the medical equipment was incomplete, which made Zhuo Qing's mood very bad, and her face darkened a few more points! She was preparing for a second suture.

"Why does she keep vomiting blood?" Su Ling's deep voice was exceptionally hoarse.

Zhuo Qing raised her head slightly and glanced at Su Ling. Her brows immediately tied into a knot. Su Ling's face was no better than Yun's. He stared at the piece of silk that had been soaked in blood. Because he pressed too hard, blood fell drop by drop through his fingers. Su Ling's obvious helplessness and self-blame made Zhuo Qing worried. Although he hadn't lost control yet, this was an operating room after all. Concern leads to chaos. Zhuo Qing didn't want to take risks and shouted, "Xiyan, get him out!"

Lou Xiyan heard Zhuo Qing's words from the outer room, sighed softly, and nodded to the two guards in the outer room. The two entered the inner room and walked toward Su Ling. Su Ling was stroking Gu Yun's cheeks, his eyes never leaving her for a moment. He roared in a low, gloomy voice, "Get lost!"

Su Ling's innate dominance could not be resisted by many people. The two hesitated for a while, not daring to step forward to pull him, but not daring to just leave like that.

At this time, Lou Xiyan's clear voice came low from the outer room again, "General Su, if you don't want anything to happen to Qing Mo, go outside and wait. You will kill her like this!"

The faint voice rang out in such a quiet and oppressive room, every word suffocating. Zhuo Qing seized the time to perform the second suture, focusing on the operation, and turned a deaf ear to their words. Gu Yun no longer vomited blood, but her face was even darker than before. The blood-stained silk she held was so hot it almost burned Su Ling, but her cheeks were cold without a trace of temperature. Su Ling's hands trembled again. He knew he couldn't help at all. Suppressing the urge to protect her in his arms, Su Ling rushed out quickly.

Standing in the center of the courtyard, the night wind was like thorns, whipping him one by one. He didn't feel pain, just cold to the bone. He closed his eyes in pain, and the scene of the long sword piercing through her body played back in his mind again and again. He hated himself so much—why didn't he stop her!

Was he not fast enough? Should he not have pressed her acupoints! If, if he were faster, she would have more hope of living! Faster... The tall body seemed to be drained of strength all at once, leaning weakly against the rockery behind him, the cold feeling spreading from his back to his heart.

This night seemed particularly long. Time was finally passing. The night was swallowed by the morning glow bit by bit, and the sun rose slowly, bringing a trace of warmth. Su Ren heard the news and rushed over early to see Gu Yun's condition. Entering the courtyard, he saw a tall figure sitting against the rockery. At the first sight, he almost didn't recognize the man sitting on the ground as Su Ling. The torment of the night made him grow a lot of stubble, and there was no too painful expression on his face, just that pair of usually sharp and cold dark eyes staring straight at a point on the ground, his eyes completely empty, and his hand still tightly clutching a silk cloth that had been soaked in blood, cold and fishy.

Su Ren's heart jumped to his throat. What exactly was going on?

Could it be—she died?!

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