You have asked for permission to marry, why should I restrain myself?

Chapter 221 Lin Zhaoyue, I don't need your favor

Ning Yi is a martial arts expert, and ordinary guards are no match for him.

"Discovered?"

"There is a mechanism."

Ning Yi said, as if thinking for a moment, and uttered a long sentence:

"It's been fixed and not discovered."

He handed the medicine box in his hand to Lin Zhaoyue.

Lin Zhaoyue looked at the wound on his hand and said guiltily:

"I'm sorry, I didn't know there was a trap in the backyard."

My eldest brother never mentioned this matter to her.

The girl's face was full of apology and self-blame.

Ning Yi was slightly stunned. He was clearly the one who was injured, but when he saw Lin Zhaoyue's worry and self-blame, his brown pupils showed obvious panic.

As if afraid that she would cry the next second, Ning Yi stretched out his hand and forcibly pulled out the short arrow stuck in her arm, skin and flesh intact:

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

As he spoke, he held the bloody arrow in front of her, as if he was trying to comfort his sad and self-blaming sister, but he was using the most clumsy way to prove that he really didn't feel any pain.

The short arrow had a barb and was pulled out by him, leaving a blood hole as thick as a thumb, with bright red blood gushing out.

Lin Zhaoyue was startled by Ning Yi's sudden action, and almost reflexively gave him emergency treatment.

Doctor Li saw this and came over to take over Lin Zhaoyue's work. He said:

"I'll be here, Miss Lin, go and take care of that young master's illness."

Lin Zhaoyue nodded, holding the medicine box tightly, and walked to Lin Qingchen. She glanced at him, took a breath, and began to take out Ning Xi's homemade blood typing instrument from the medicine box.

"Please, Third Prince, help me find a healthy person to do a blood test to see if there is a suitable blood type."

Xiao Yan nodded and asked all the guards and secret guards to gather in the courtyard.

The tiny needle holes piercing the skin and flesh felt like ant bites to these guards and secret guards, and did not hurt at all.

A pea-sized drop of blood was drawn from each person, and as the time got closer, Lin Zhaoyue's expression became more solemn.

Xiao Yan came over and said:

"No matches?"

Lin Zhaoyue shook her head, her face turning slightly pale.

Ning Xi told her that some people have rarer blood types, and perhaps only one person out of a thousand has the same blood type as him.

Lin Zhaoyue looked at the remaining three people, pursed her lips, and placed all her hopes on them.

When it came to the third to last person, Lin Zhaoyue inserted the needle into his fingertip. The first drop of blood was released as before, and the second drop of blood dripped into the instrument, but it still did not match Lin Qingchen's.

Second to last...same result.

The last one, Lin Zhaoyue was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on her forehead and even her breathing began to become rapid.

When it came to the last guard, Xiao Yan clearly felt Lin Zhaoyue's uneasiness and panic.

Her hands were shaking as she disinfected the guard's fingertips.

Lin Zhaoyue operated carefully, her eyes fixed on the last drop of blood.

When he saw her tightly pursed lips, Xiao Yan knew that the man's blood did not match.

He moved his fingers slightly and stretched them out in front of her:

"Try my own."

Before Lin Zhaoyue could say anything, Doctor Tu, who had been guarding Lin Qingchen but had been paying attention to the situation outside, heard what happened and rushed out quickly with his robe in hand.

"Master, you absolutely cannot do this! You are the son of a true dragon, and your blood is precious. How can you easily give blood to others? This is against the rules and etiquette. Moreover, you are seriously injured and your body will not allow it..."

Doctor Tu's words were fierce and sincere. At this moment, he was like a historian who was giving advice at the risk of his life. If his master didn't listen, he would hit his head against the pillar and die the next moment.

For Doctor Yu Tu, allowing Xiao Yun to receive a blood transfusion would be tantamount to disrupting the royal bloodline.

Xiao Yun just glanced at Doctor Tu, ignored him, and looked at Lin Zhaoyue.

"Your fourth brother doesn't have that much time."

What Doctor Tu said was not entirely unreasonable. If it weren't for Doctor Li, he would have been dead by now.

And if she drew his blood again, she would owe him another favor.

Lin Zhaoyue squeezed the glass bottle in her hand, retracted her gaze, and looked at Ning Yi in the room...

As if knowing what she was thinking, a deep voice sounded in her ears:

"His blood is poisonous."

"Lin Zhaoyue, your fourth brother doesn't have much time left."

At this moment, she had no choice.

The sharp needle pierced his jade-white fingertips, and bright red blood gushed out, quickly coagulating into blood drops.

Lin Zhaoyue wiped away the drop of blood until it condensed into a pea-sized drop of blood, which slid from his fingertips and dripped in.

Time seemed to suddenly become extremely slow, so slow that she could see how the blood drops slipped through the air and how they pierced the water film and sank into the alum.

Under everyone's expectation, the two drops of blood spontaneously moved closer to each other and slowly merged together until they formed a larger drop of blood...

The blood that everyone just dripped in did not merge with Lin Qingchen's.

Xiao Yun flicked his sleeves and walked straight towards the operating room.

Looking at Lin Zhaoyue who was standing there without moving, Xiao Yan turned to look at her:

"Miss Lin, if you hesitate at this moment, do you want to save your fourth brother's life?"

At this moment, saving fourth brother is the most important thing.

Lin Zhaoyue gritted her teeth and followed.

"It will be a little painful. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable."

These were probably the gentlest, most heartfelt words she had ever said to him since they had met again.

Xiao Yan curled his lips and said:

"it is good."

The needle pierced his flesh, and he quietly watched his blood flow through the hose into the transparent glass bottle.

Lin Zhaoyue was drawing blood while observing Xiao Yan's emotions. If he reacted, she would pause.

When the palm-sized blood bag was half filled, Xiao Wei felt his body beginning to get cold, and even his heartbeat began to slow down.

He pursed his lips slightly and said nothing.

"Are you feeling cold or dizzy?"

"No."

The man responded softly, his perfectly shaped thin lips as red as blood.

Only when the blood bag was full did Lin Zhaoyue pull out the needle and press it with a handmade cotton swab.

"Press it yourself first."

Xiao Yan's hands were shaking, but he forced himself to remain calm and pressed down the cotton head with his hand.

Lin Zhaoyue picked up the blood bag, walked to Lin Qingchen's bedside, and gave him a blood transfusion.

Doctor Tu's dissuasion was useless. At this moment, he was watching the royal blood being transfused drop by drop into another person's body.

Whether it was Doctor Li or Doctor Tu, it was the first time they saw blood transfusion being used to save a life.

Curiosity and excitement made them forget that there was a patient of distinguished status in the operating room who had just had his blood drawn. Just as they gathered around Lin Qingchen, they heard a bang behind them. When they turned around, they saw that Xiao Yan had fainted.

"master."

Doctor Tu felt a tightness in his heart and hurried over.

When Xiao Yan woke up again, he was in his room, and the person guarding him was Feng Xin.

His face was drawn as if someone owed him eight hundred taels of silver.

Although Xiao Yan's expression eased a little after waking up, it still looked sour.

"Master, are you awake?"

But obviously, Xiao Yan was not concerned about his emotions at the moment, and said:

"How is Mr. Lin's injury?"

"He has passed the critical period, but he hasn't woken up yet."

Without waiting for Xiao Yan to ask, Feng Xin reported:

"Ms. Lin is in the operating room right now. Do you want me to ask my subordinates to call Miss Lin over?"

Xiao Yan shook his head and said:

"No need."

She must be extremely tired today.

As soon as Xiao Yan finished speaking, Feng Xin said angrily:

"Well, here we go again."

Xiao Yun looked up and saw Ning coming in with one hand wrapped in gauze and holding a pot of soup. He walked with a spoon in his hand, and there was a rare hint of pride between his eyebrows.

If Xiao Yan was not mistaken, what he drank was bird's nest, red dates and wolfberry soup.

To replenish qi and blood.

Ning Yi saw that Xiao Yan had woken up and walked closer to him.

Just when Xiao Yan thought that he had finally come to his senses and was concerned about his master, he saw him holding a spoon, pointing at the bird's nest, red dates and wolfberry soup in his hand and saying:

"The girl did it."

After saying that, without even looking at Xiao Yan, he carried the soup around and walked around, showing off.

Xiao Yan: ...

Feng Xin: ...

He knew that Ning Yi was different from normal people, and he would not normally argue with Ning Yi. However, seeing that Ning Yi was showing off in front of his master, he could not bear it anymore, so he decided to burst the beautiful illusion in Ning Yi's heart:

"That was given by Miss Lin to the master to replenish his blood. You were just doing it for him."

Ning Yi was not affected at all, he just turned his head to look at him and said four words in a good mood:

"You're jealous of me."

After saying that, he raised his chin slightly, then stepped through the door frame and walked away.

Feng Xin: ...

What did he say? What did he say?

Is he jealous of him?

Why should he be jealous of him? Is it because he can drink the bird's nest, red dates and wolfberry soup cooked by Miss Lin herself?

If he hadn't been injured when he went to the General's Mansion, he wouldn't have been able to drink at all, okay?

"Master, why do I find Ning Yi a little abnormal today?"

Xiao Yan replied without much emotion:

"When have you ever seen him normal?"

After a pause, the man continued:

"Did she really make that soup herself?"

Seeing Feng Xin nod, the man lowered his eyes, and his hand under the quilt clenched the jade ring on his hand. His handsome face showed restraint and indifference.

He didn't like anyone else, regardless of gender, to eat what she cooked.

Seeing his master's sudden indifference, Feng Xin couldn't help but echo Shen Yanzhou's words in his mind:

"Xiao Yan is a very domineering person. He won't allow others to even covet something he likes, not even to take a look at it."

Feng Xin suddenly remembered the several assassination attempts they encountered on their way to the East Territory two years ago.

Once they confronted Lin Kaiji, who had changed his appearance. The two fought directly from the bottom of the mountain to the top. When they arrived, their master was poisoned and fainted on the ground, with the sword in his hand covered in blood.

Lin Kaiji was also seriously injured and never appeared again, and even the people who were trying to assassinate them were nowhere to be found.

At that time, his master had been in a coma for a month. When he was cleaning his master's body, he took off the finger bone necklace he was wearing around his neck. When his master woke up, he couldn't find the finger bone necklace and got very angry.

If Shen Yanzhou hadn't knocked his master unconscious, his arm would have probably been chopped off.

It was only because he took off the finger bone necklace from his master's neck and touched it.

After that, when the master went to sleep, he had to hold the finger bone in the palm of his hand before he could fall asleep.

Thinking of this, Feng Xin secretly glanced at Xiao Yan's neck. The finger bone chain that he always wore was gone.

Feng Xin was about to say something when Lin Zhaoyue walked in with a tray.

"Master, I will get busy then."

Xiao Yun hummed lightly, not looking at him or Lin Zhaoyue.

Feng Xin stepped back on his own accord and closed the door.

Lin Zhaoyue: …

She opened her lips slightly, but said nothing in the end. She walked towards Xiao Yan's bed with bird's nest, red dates, wolfberry soup and pigeon soup.

Before he got close, Xiao Yan pulled up the thin quilt to cover himself.

Does this mean he doesn't want to see her?

Lin Zhaoyue frowned, put the tray in her hand on the low table beside the bed, and did not intend to stay, just said:

"This bird's nest, red dates, wolfberry soup and pigeon soup can replenish blood and body. If you are hungry, eat some."

Seeing that he had no reaction, Lin Zhaoyue stood up, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"Xiao Yan, I owe you a favor this time."

She will still take revenge, but she will also repay the life-saving grace.

After she finished speaking, she was about to turn around and leave, but Xiao Yan suddenly sat up from the bed, his face looked even worse, and he almost gritted his teeth and said:

"Lin Zhaoyue, I don't need your favor!"