Chapter 179: Luo'er, to Save Prince Su's Life, She Fed Him Medicine Mouth-to-Mouth?

Prince Su stopped breathing, and Li Qingluo's soul was frightened half away.

If Prince Su dies here today, I fear even if I could return alive to Jinling, I would have no life left.

Moreover, even in battle Prince Su protected me the whole way; I don't know if his injury is because of me.

Li Qingluo recalled her several encounters with Prince Su, having received his help many times, and her heart instantly felt a mix of emotions.

Prince Su shouldn't die!

Although his handling of cases is often sinister and cruel, bloody and brutal, has he ever wrongfully convicted anyone in the cases he judged?

Those corrupt officials, those aristocratic clans, all those he killed, those he massacred— which of them didn't truly deserve death?

Even if it meant the annihilation of an entire family, it was only because they were implicated by extremely wicked people.

He has never harmed the true common people!

Moreover, to me he is practically a benefactor!

Perhaps he had already succumbed to poison this night.

But he didn't utter a sound, leading her all the way out of danger.

Li Qingluo thought that his several sluggish movements, even his several pauses, must have been due to the poison, which affected his originally superb skills.

If he were in peak health and not burdened by her, he would surely have escaped this cliff long ago.

Yet he never said a word.

Perhaps he didn't want her to worry and be afraid, or perhaps he wanted to persevere and safely deliver her to a safe place.

He did manage to do it.

Just thinking of these possibilities, Li Qingluo's eyes involuntarily reddened.

Prince Su must not die!

Li Qingluo suddenly realized that when she and Prince Su reached the first small tree, she had stuffed the medicine that Zhui Yu had brought her into his hand.

At that time, did he actually take it or not?

No matter what medicine it is, it is now the only medicine he has on him!

Li Qingluo no longer cared about rank or gender differences, and reached out to feel all over his body.

At his waist, in his lap, inside his sleeves, and finally she indeed felt a medicine bottle in the inner pocket of his sleeve.

She quickly pulled it out and poured a handful out.

After thinking, she still fed all of it to Duan Rongshi.

Anyway, he's basically dead now; perhaps a strong dose might still let him live!

But even if these pills were poured into Duan Rongshi's mouth, he now shows no reaction at all— how could he swallow them?

If he can't take them in, how can we find any hope of survival?

Li Qingluo almost without hesitation pinched open his mouth, then lowered her head and blew a big breath into Duan Rongshi's mouth.

At the instant their lips touched, Li Qingluo involuntarily widened her eyes.

Clearly his lips still had residual warmth and were still soft, so how could he have stopped breathing?

Her eyes grew redder and redder, and she kept blowing breath mouth-to-mouth into Duan Rongshi.

Afraid he couldn't swallow, or that the pills might roll into his windpipe, Li Qingluo also lifted Duan Rongshi's head and then pressed his jaw together, so the medicine in his mouth could go down more smoothly.

Not knowing how long she had blown, finally all the medicine in his mouth was forcibly fed down by Li Qingluo.

She dared not delay, and continued to pinch his philtrum tightly.

Until Li Qingluo's hand was nearly out of strength, she then hurriedly pinched his tiger's mouth.

After pinching the tiger's mouth, Li Qingluo recalled that Deng Mama had once told her that in an emergency, one could firmly strike the elbow pit to bring out blood sand, perhaps saving a life!

Li Qingluo didn't have time to ponder whether this method would still work now; she hurriedly rolled up Prince Su's sleeve, grabbed his arm, and began striking it forcefully.

"Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa..."

"Wake up, wake up. Prince Su, you can't die, you can't die, do you understand?"

She summoned the strength of nine oxen and two tigers, and soon a patch of purplish-red blood sand appeared in Duan Rongshi's elbow pit.

Li Qingluo lowered her head and shouted again: "Your Highness Prince Su, Your Highness Prince Su?"

Still there was no response.

But she had already exhausted all her efforts; could it really be hopeless?

Li Qingluo hadn't eaten for a long time, and was utterly exhausted after a whole night; she nearly collapsed from weakness and fell beside Prince Su.

Around her lay piles of unmelted snow and ice, yet at this moment her hands and feet were even colder than those…

In an instant, she seemed to have fallen asleep.

Not knowing how long she had slept, she suddenly heard a cough.

Li Qingluo immediately opened her eyes.

At this moment, the sun was already shining directly overhead.

Li Qingluo thought she had probably slept for two hours.

She hurriedly got up to look at Prince Su; his face was still deathly pale, his lips still dark purple.

But she saw his neck pulse faintly beating!

He, he is alive?

Moreover, she had indeed just heard a sound— could it have come from him?

Li Qingluo immediately lunged forward excitedly, cautiously checking his breath again.

A weak breath sprayed onto her icy fingertips.

Li Qingluo, for some reason, burst into tears and fell against his chest: "You finally, finally…"

He finally came back to life, at least temporarily.

Li Qingluo, after her rebirth, rarely shed tears.

Because she knew, tears were the most useless thing.

Apart from a few times of acting, only when she was with her grandmother would she reveal her true feelings.

At this moment, she didn't know why; perhaps she simply wished he would come back to life.

"Great, as long as you have breath, that's fine. Rest assured, I will definitely not let you die."

She secretly resolved; Li Qingluo decided not to stay, she had to leave.

She wanted to take Prince Su out, but if those black-clad people were still searching the mountain, it would be troublesome.

However, Prince Su had been missing all night; during yesterday's battle, Po Feng was still ordered by Prince Su to break through and go out to pass on news—if he succeeded, Zhui Yu and the others would learn that Prince Su had already fallen into an ambush.

So they would certainly return to Jinling to gather troops to suppress these rebels, and also search for Prince Su.

As for her, as long as she safely brings Prince Su to a safer place first, Zhui Yu and the others will surely come looking for them.

After thinking it through, Li Qingluo immediately rose to act.

But how could she drag a man of such enormous stature?

Li Qingluo measured, Prince Su was at least five feet seven inches (1.9 meters), while she was only a little taller than his sword!!

Li Qingluo thought for a moment, quickly took off her cloak, then also took off a thinner outer garment.

Then she looped the outer garment under Prince Su's armpits, finally pulling it long and tying a dead knot at the end.

Thus she could drag Prince Su and carry him on her back without hurting his wounded shoulders and back.

Li Qingluo was considered a woman of tremendous strength.

Since childhood, she could plow fields.

When she grew up, almost all of the Liu family's fields, big and small, were plowed by her.

She was the Liu family's ox; her strength was naturally far beyond that of ordinary women.

But when dragging Prince Su, she still had to grit her teeth from the effort.

Fortunately, she managed to drag him after all.

Along the way, walking and stopping, on uphill sections she exerted even more effort, and on downhill she had to clear away stones in advance.

Sometimes when she accidentally bumped into things, Li Qingluo could only mutter: "You are of noble stature, yet today you have fallen to this plight; you can only make do."

Fortunately, Li Qingluo smoothly left the platform and reached that small path.

She walked even more slowly; this road was long and winding, and the mountain path was covered in snow—if she slipped even slightly, she could easily roll off the cliff with no edge to hold onto.

This time, she dared not take the risk.

Li Qingluo walked extremely slowly; finally, when she left this narrow mountain path, she even felt weak again.

Finally, a forest appeared before her eyes.

Li Qingluo's face showed a smile; she lifted her foot and continued forward, wanting to go to a safer, more spacious place.

But she never expected that this time, as she lifted her foot again, she would step into empty space beneath the thick snow!

"Ah—"

Li Qingluo, carrying Prince Su, lost her balance and fell downward; in the blink of an eye, the two rolled into a cave.

Li Qingluo didn't have time to tend to her own aching body from the fall; she hurriedly rose to check Prince Su's condition.

"Prince Su, Prince Su? Wake up, wake up—"

Li Qingluo gently patted Prince Su's face, but there was still no response.

Fortunately, the cave was not large, and Duan Rongshi had not been killed by the fall either.

Li Qingluo had just relaxed when she turned her head and saw that the cave was not only not small, but on the other side there was actually a huge opening!

Looking at it, the spot where she had just stepped into empty space seemed more like the courtyard of this cave?

Outside the cave, she seemed to hear the sound of a stream, "hualala"!

Li Qingluo felt a bit surprised, then looked again to survey the interior of the cave.

There was a smooth large stone, and some dry grass.

Li Qingluo immediately went over, spread the dry grass on the stone, and then with effort dragged Prince Su onto the stone.

Next she took off her cloak and tightly covered Prince Su with it.

Immediately after that, she went outside the cave to check.

Not far from the entrance, there was indeed a small stream!

Li Qingluo quickly ran over, crouched down, scooped up a handful of water, and drank it.

Finally, she could also survive.

This water tasted sweet, like the taste of snow.

She looked around; if she could gather some firewood, that would be nice.

After an hour, a fire was already burning inside the cave.

Li Qingluo couldn't find a container to boil water, so she could only make do by heating the knife over the fire.

With effort, she turned Prince Su over, used the knife to cut open his clothing at the wound, and then looked at the dart that had penetrated his flesh.

At this moment, the flesh on Prince Su's shoulders and back was all purple; this poison, I don't know if it has already penetrated his five viscera and six bowels and marrow; if so, it would be troublesome.

But for now, the priority is to get this out as soon as possible, to promptly stop the spread of more toxin.

Li Qingluo gritted her teeth, used the knife to cut away the rotting flesh around the dart on Prince Su's back, then slowly extracted the six‑shaped dart.

Fortunately, since Prince Su had not yet regained consciousness, he did not move at all during the whole process.

Li Qingluo threw that aside, then quickly applied the herbal medicine she had just gathered in the wild and already crushed to the wound.

She did not know what this herb was called.

But since she started going into the mountains as a child, she has known that this thing can heal wounds and stop bleeding.

When Li Qingluo was young in the mountains, whenever she got injured on her own, she relied heavily on this medicine, which meant she suffered less.

After finishing those, Li Qingluo went outside again and scooped up a handful of water with leaves, then brought it back.

I had wanted to give him some water, but he again, just like when taking the medicine, showed no reaction.

Could it be... that I have to mouth-to-mouth in order to get him to swallow it?