Your Highness's Beloved Medical-skilled Princess

Chapter 27 Lucky Has an Accident

After taking the Herbal Pill, Yuan Qingling slept for more than an hour. When she woke up again, she

felt the pain of her wounds had eased a lot, and she could also feel her wounds were no longer oozing

exudation mixed with blood.

She got out of the bed and walked a few steps, and felt the pain was less severe. At least, it wouldn’t

rip off the wounds and cause sharp pain when she walked now.

Nurse Xi opened the door and came in. Seeing that she had gotten up, she said, "Your Grace, I’m glad

you’re already up. You can go out and take a walk. After taking the Herbal Pill, you need activities to

help the blood circulate in your body."

Yuan Qingling said, “Great, that’s what I was going to do.”

“Please allow me to walk with you.”

As soon as the two of them left the yard, they saw a young eunuch hurriedly running over. His face was

pale in scare. "Your Grace, His Highness needs you in the Universe Palace."

Nurse Xi caught his arm. “What happened? What’s the rush?”

The eunuch was almost crying. "Lucky fell from the Glory Tower and almost died. His Majesty heard of

that and immediately passed out. Now the imperial palace is in a total mess. The Emperor is already on

his way there."

Upon hearing that, Nurse Xi panicked. The Retired Emperor took Lucky as his own grandson. If Lucky

had an accident, he would surely be heartbroken.

It was bad for heart diseases.

Nurse Xi hurriedly turned back to call Yuan Qingling, only to find that Yuan Qingling already set off

without caring about her wounds.

Yuan Qingling walked quickly to the Universe Palace. It was indeed in a mess. The Queen and Chu

Mingcui stood anxiously to the side. Both Yu Wenhao and Prince Wenqing were in front of the bed,

while the imperial doctors were busy feeling the Retired Emperor’s pulse and doing the medical check.

Emperor Mingyuan and the Queen Mother were still on their way here.

Yuan Qingling strode over, pulled Yu Wenhao, and whispered a few words in his ears. Yu Wenhao

glanced at her, then walked over to stop an imperial doctor. "How’s my grandfather?"

Yuan Qingling immediately went over, then took out Glyceryl Trinitrate under the pillow and put a pill

under the Retired Emperor's tongue. Because she had her back to the Queen and Chu Mingcui, they

didn’t see what she had done. Chu Mingcui kept staring at Yuan Qingling, and she noticed something

odd.

The Retired Emperor was fine. He had been out of breath for a short while.

After the imperial doctor stepped forward and inserted thin needles for acupuncture, the Retired

Emperor's breathing became much smoother. Yuan Qingling was relieved, and she stepped out before

asking the eunuch she just met. "Where is Lucky?"

The eunuch replied, "In case His Majesty is sad, Her Grace, Princess Mingcui ordered us to dig a hole

outside the palace to bury it."

“I thought it was still alive.” Yuan Qingling was surprised and ran out at once.

When she went out, she saw two eunuchs digging a hole under the locust tree. Lucky was covered in

blood, lying on a small brocade quilt. It was indeed dying.

Without a word, Yuan Qingling picked Lucky up, then walked to West Sunshine Mansion.

Yuan Lingqing was a princess, so the two eunuchs didn’t dare to stop her.

They could only watch her leaving with Lucky in her arms.

Yu Wenhao asked Yuan Qingling to come and save the Retired Emperor, but she ran out right after

helping the Retired Emperor take something. Fortunately, the Retired Emperor recovered, so Yu

Wenhao went out and was about to scold Yuan Qingling. Then he saw her stepping away holding

Lucky.

Yuan Qingling hurriedly returned to West Sunshine Mansion, put Lucky on the bed, took out a

stethoscope, and pressed it against its chest, abdomen, lungs, and spleen.

Her guess was right.

After falling from a high place, its spleen ruptured and was bleeding.

"Good boy, this is a bit difficult, but you have to make it through!" Yuan Qingling stroked Lucky's head.

Lucky's eyes were open, and there was blood coming out of its mouth. It seemed it could understand

Yuan Qingling's words. It tried hard to do its usual confident look, but its claws dropped slowly and

weakly.

Before she opened the medicine box, Yuan Qingling closed her eyes and prayed to herself, “Please

give me a scalpel.”

The moment she opened the medicine box, she was relieved.

All the surgical supplies were readily available.

It was a damn fickle and adorable medical box!

She stopped the bleeding and administered an infusion. Right after she hung the infusion bottle up, the

door was pushed open.

“Why aren’t you...” Before Yu Wenhao could finish, he saw Yuan Qingling holding a thin blade he didn’t

know, facing his front.

“Come and help me!” said Yuan Qingling.

“Lucky...”

“I can save Lucky!” Yuan Qingling said without hesitation. Then she threw him the towel that she had

used to clean the wound just now. "I’ll cut it to repair its broken spleen. You need to help me by soaking

the blood. His Majesty cares about Lucky very much. Lucky is his soul sustenance. If Lucky is dead,

His Majesty will be devastated, which will impact his condition."

Yu Wenhao took the towel and stared at her. The mask made her look ugly, but he found that she was

beautiful in an angel.

After Lucky was anesthetized and shaved, she began to carry out the operation. Yuan Qingling was

very skilled, and she soon found the spleen.

“Soak the blood!” Seeing Yu Wenhao staring at her blankly, she reminded him loudly.

Yu Wenhao came back to his senses and took the towel to soak up the blood around the cut. Then

Yuan Qingling dug in with both hands, which was a quite bloody scene. Yu Wenhao was curious

because she didn’t seem scared at all.

The blood splashed out on her face, forehead, and eyebrows.

"The blood vessel is broken!" Yuan Qingling was a little frightened. "The blood vessel must be sewn

first."

Yu Wenhao reached out with the towel to wipe her forehead and eyebrows. The blood smudged

between her eyebrows like a huge mole, which also looked strangely attractive.

"Thanks!" Yuan Qingling said, lowering her head.

She clamped the blood vessel with a clip, then hooked up a little with tweezers. Finally, she could start

stitching.

The blood vessel was sewn, but the bleeding from the spleen didn’t stop.

Yuan Qingling was very anxious. She said as she operated, "Lucky, be strong. You can make it. I know

you can. You must get better. His Majesty can't live without you."

Yu Wenhao suddenly realized how worried he was about the dog.

"What you’re doing to him now… does it hurt?" Yu Wenhao couldn't help but ask.

"He has been anesthetized!" Yuan Qingling said without looking up.

Yu Wenhao was speechless when he knew he had been in the same situation as this dog.

Seeing her professionally close it up like stitching clothes, Yu Wenhao came up with a lot of questions.

But his pride stopped him from asking her.

"The operation is done. Whether it can survive or not depends on itself now." Yuan Qingling breathed a

sigh of relief and began to clean up the bloodstains.

Lucky lay on his back. His limbs were frozen, his mouth was open, tongue sticking out, eyes closed,

looking very pitiful.

Yu Wenhao stood up. After squatting for half an hour, his legs were numb.

He didn’t realize this posture was so tiring until this moment. Yuan Qingling was wounded, but she

didn’t even moan. He couldn’t understand why this woman could take so much pain so easily.

“What should we do next? Leave Lucky here?” Yu Wenhao asked.

Yuan Qingling looked at him. "Lucky wouldn't jump off a high place by itself." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Yu Wenhao’s eye expression changed. “What do you mean?”

“Think about it.” Yuan Qingling didn’t continue. She believed Yu Wenhao could figure it out on his own.

Lucky was harmed because its life could affect the Retired Emperor’s condition.

Once Lucky had an accident, the Retired Emperor’s condition would get worse. Given that, it must be a

scheme.

“Yuan Qingling, don’t tell anyone else about that for the time being,” said Yu Wenhao in a deep voice.

Yuan Qingling wiped her hands. “Your Highness, even if I don’t tell, His Majesty will still know it.”

Yu Wenhao said, “I don’t care. But you and I can never bring it up.”

Staring at his serious and worried face, Yuan Qingling understood he had carried too many blames

during these years. No matter what happened, he would always be set up and take the fall.

Yu Wenhao suddenly said, “Lucky fell from the Glory Tower, right?”

His face turned grim as he said that.