The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

The previous glass tube was taken from the system's portable warehouse.

But this blood transfusion equipment must never be taken out in front of them.

Otherwise, Zhao Chen would have no way to explain.

After leaving the Tai Chi Hall, Zhao Chen ran towards the carriage.

…

Everyone in Tai Chi Hall was stunned.

Zhao Chen only told them to wait here, and then ran away.

What's happening here?

Everyone felt confused.

"Your Majesty, is it really Zhao Chen who treated your Majesty that day?" Fang Xuanling couldn't help her curiosity and asked Empress Changsun.

When the others heard Fang Xuanling's question, they looked over instantly.

Zhao Chen never said that he was the one who saved Queen Changsun that day.

If Zhao Chen himself didn't say anything about this matter, only Empress Changsun would probably know about it.

"You will know later." Empress Changsun said calmly, looking at the empty entrance of Tai Chi Hall in front of her.

"Tell me, did Zhao Chen really save the queen?"

"Didn't the Queen say, let us judge for ourselves later?"

"How old is Zhao Chen? How could he know so much?"

"Who knows, but I would like to say one thing: never underestimate other people."

"Then tell me, when faced with the problem of Duke Wei just now, did Zhao Chen deliberately admit defeat?"

"No way, who doesn't want to be a disciple of Duke Yi?"

"Zhao Chen probably doesn't want to!"

"Hey, Zhao Chen is back."

While everyone was talking, someone suddenly shouted.

Zhao Chen walked in from the door, holding something strange in his hand.

"Sorry, the road is a bit long." Zhao Chen walked over with sweat on his forehead.

"Okay, please come over here one by one." Zhao Chen waved to everyone.

Li Ruoshuang took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the stain from Zhao Chen's forehead.

Sweat.

Zhao Chen and Li Ruoshuang nodded, and then said to the minister at the front, "After taking the blood, you will feel dizzy for a short time. This is normal. You will be fine after taking a short rest."

"Okay, it would be great if I could save Duke Yi." The man looked a little nervous, but he also stretched out his arms.

Zhao Chen nodded, took out a large syringe in his hand, drew blood from the person's arm, and sent it into the vacuum bag.

Within a few breaths, there was a big bag full.

"Okay, go sit next to me." Zhao Chen pulled out the needle and said.

"Come here, give me a seat." Li Shimin shouted.

Someone helped him sit down beside him, and everyone looked at the minister who had his blood drawn with some anxiety.

Fortunately, he just looked a little pale and didn't see anything else.

"Next." Zhao Chen waved.

After the first person tried, the people behind him looked much more relaxed.

One by one, the blood was drawn quickly.

The blood bag was ready, and Zhao Chen squatted in front of Qin Qiong.

Qin Huaiyu had already helped take off Qin Qiong's shirt, and there were crisscrossing scars all over his body.

"Zhao Chen, what should we do next?" Li Shimin asked.

"You guys step back." Zhao Chen said, and the silver needle in his hand pierced Qin Qiong's body.

The imperial doctor on the side stared at Zhao Chen closely. When he saw this scene, he suddenly showed excitement and shouted, "It's him, it's him, he's the miracle doctor that day."

"What? It was really Zhao Chen that day!"

"This is unbelievable, isn't it? Zhao Chen is really just a young man, but he has such abilities?"

"The imperial doctor was also in the queen's palace that day. He must have seen Zhao Chen treating the empress."

"If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I really couldn't believe it, it was really Zhao Chen!"

Royal physician

The shouts made the ministers who were still doubting Zhao Chen's methods look shocked.

At this time, each of them looked at Zhao Chen with shock on their faces.

The shouts of the people behind him did not affect Zhao Chen at all.

The silver needles in his hand kept falling on Qin Qiong's acupuncture points. When the last silver needle fell, Zhao Chen let out a breath.

Without waiting for a break, he took out a knife as thin as a cicada's wings.

"puff--"

With just a slight stroke, a stream of smelly and black blood spurted out from the wound on Qin Qiong's wrist.

"Well -" Qin Qiong, who was unconscious, made a sound, and her face turned even paler.

After all the blood was drained, Zhao Chen took the blood transfusion tool and gently penetrated Qin Qiong's blood vessels. At the same time, he shouted to Qin Huaiyu, "Xiao Qin, raise the blood bag higher."

Qin Huaiyu immediately picked up the blood bag and raised it above his head.

"Old Cheng, find a wooden stand to help hold the blood bag." Zhao Chen shouted to Cheng Chumo again.

"Okay!" Cheng Chumo rushed out quickly.

"Huh, it's okay. I'll wake up after the blood transfusion." Zhao Chen let out a long breath, and his forehead was covered with sweat again.

Zhao Chen wanted to stand up, but his legs were numb for a while because he had been squatting for too long.

"Come here, a stool." Li Shimin shouted.

Someone immediately brought a stool, and Li Ruoshuang helped Zhao Chen sit down on the stool.

Tai Chi Hall fell into silence once again.

But I don’t know how many times this has happened.

Everyone's eyes moved back and forth between Zhao Chen and Qin Qiong.

Many people opened their mouths, as if they had something to say, but in the end, they held it back.

No one has seen Zhao Chen's treatment method just now.

It should be said that they haven't even heard of it.

But Qin Qiong's face was obviously much better than before, and everyone could even see that his chest was slightly twitchy.

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"Mr. Miracle Doctor, why has this life-saving blood transfusion technique never been seen in ancient books? Is it a lost technique from ancient times?" the imperial doctor and Zhao Chen asked, their eyes full of reverence.

Everyone was stunned.

They all knew that the imperial doctor in front of them had the best medical skills in the imperial palace. In the entire Tang Dynasty, perhaps only Sun Simiao was better than him.

But such a capable person actually looked at Zhao Chen with the eyes of a pilgrim.

His expression was extremely pious.

But after everyone thought about it, they felt it was normal.

After all, Zhao Chen's methods were really terrifying, and even Empress Changsun was saved by him. The imperial doctor's expression was appropriate.

"The most important thing about medical skills is that you have to study them yourself. The best medical skills are those that are useful in saving lives." Zhao Chen said slowly, and Qin Qiong's fingers trembled slightly.

"Wake up!" Zhao Chen smiled.

Everyone was shocked and looked at Qin Qiong.

In front of everyone's eyes, Qin Qiong slowly opened her eyes.

"I...what's wrong?" Qin Qiong's voice was weak and she looked around in confusion.

Although Qin Qiong's voice was weak, it was like thunder in the ears of others.

It made people tremble all over.

hiss--

From the Tai Chi Hall, there was a large sound of gasping for cold air.

All the eyes looking at Zhao Chen were full of shock, horror, admiration, and reverence.

"I really learned a lot today." British Duke Li Ji said slowly, looking away from Zhao Chen with some difficulty.

"It is really a blessing for our Datang to have such outstanding people." Fang Xuanling looked a little excited.

"Uncle Bao was almost dying just now, and Zhao Chen actually snatched him back from the hands of the King of Hell. If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe." Li Jing shook his head and looked at Zhao Chen with admiration in his eyes.

It's a pity that Zhao Chen and him will never have the relationship of master and disciple.