Pampered Poisonous Royal Wife – o
Chapter 914: Saving Niuniu (1)

Chapter 914: Chapter 914: Saving Niuniu (1)

As time ticked by, three days had passed within the Ancient Space, and the mountainous pile of herbs beside An Yiqing had noticeably diminished at a visible rate. Beside her was a porcelain bowl the size of a beggar’s bowl, filled with many successfully refined Lifeblood Pills.

The progress of refining the pills was going exceptionally smoothly, and in just one day, An Yiqing managed to refine a hundred and twenty pills!

Her face was now somewhat pale after a full day of nonstop movements repeated in the process of alchemy, with the Internal Breath Flame in the palm of her hands unceasing. If it wasn’t for her strong spiritual power and Inner Breath cultivated since childhood, her body would have likely dried up by now.

As a new batch of Lifeblood Pills was completed, An Yiqing extinguished the Internal Breath Flame in her hands and conjured a small porcelain bottle out of thin air. She then stuffed all the pills from the bottle into her mouth and swallowed them down.

This was a medicine that could briefly restore Inner Breath, but it had a downside; it would leave the user’s body extremely weak for the following days.

But given the urgency of the situation, An Yiqing could no longer afford to care about the consequences—lying in bed resting for a few days afterward would be a small sacrifice.

Within the Ancient Space, An Yiqing feverishly continued refining Lifeblood Pills; meanwhile, the situation in the operating room was extremely critical.

Two hours neither long nor short. But for An Zhiyan, whose life was hanging by a thread, those two hours felt like an eternity.

Shortly after An Yiqing left, An Zhiyan’s condition took its first turn for the worse—the bleeding that had almost stopped burst forth again, this time more severe than before. Ye Chenghong and the Great Elder, along with several others, had exhausted all of the Medicine Sect’s treasures and spent much of their Inner Breath Vitality to pull An Zhiyan back from the brink of death at the Hall of Yama King.

"Junior brother, the boy’s condition is looking quite dire—I can’t even get it under control anymore," the Great Elder said, soaked in sweat, his surgical scalpel flying skillfully as he busied himself with An Zhiyan and spoke to Ye Chenghong.

Ye Chenghong’s brow was deeply furrowed as he pressed his hands to An Zhiyan’s abdomen, channeling his Inner Breath into An Zhiyan as if it cost him nothing.

"Just hold on a bit longer, Girl Qing should be back soon."

Ye Chenghong looked up at the electronic clock on the wall and silently prayed, Girl Qing, come back quickly! Your second brother’s life is in your hands!

Perhaps Ye Chenghong’s intense longing had an effect, for after about ten minutes, An Yiqing reappeared in the OR, dressed in a sterile gown and mask.

"Master, how is my second brother doing?"

At the sound of An Yiqing’s voice, Ye Chenghong’s heart leapt with joy, and he quickly turned to look at her.

"After you left, Zhiyan’s condition deteriorated once, but we’ve got it under control. Girl Qing, are your Lifeblood Pills ready? When can we begin?"

An Yiqing stepped forward, took hold of An Zhiyan’s wrist, checked him once more, and then cleanly lay down on another operating table.

"Master, let’s start now."

Ye Chenghong’s eyes flashed, he opened his mouth, his tone filled with difficulty.

"Girl, you must hold on! You’re the only apprentice I have. If anything happens to you, I won’t have the will to live either."

An Yiqing nodded and gave Ye Chenghong a reassuring smile.

Stretching out her left hand, Ye Chenghong’s junior brother, Nie Shan, personally inserted a slender IV needle into An Yiqing’s delicate wrist.

The thin, cold, glowing needle just penetrated her fair and delicate wrist, and a line of fresh, bright red blood flowed along the IV line.