The Eldorado Canyon.
Under the bright streetlights, Li Qianfan recognized the world-famous canyon as soon as he saw the extent of Su Nanyin's injuries.
No wonder she hadn't made a sound when he carried her away from the plaza.
The wound, though not fatal, was deep and incredibly long. The rapid blood loss had plunged her into early stages of shock.
The gash started at Su Nanyin's heart, slanting across nearly half her chest, down to below her left shoulder blade where the terrain dropped sharply. It was easily over ten centimeters long.
If the Empress had been a flat-chested princess, it would have been a mere scratch.
But she was remarkably proud—
To put it poetically, the clown's blade had almost performed surgery on the Empress!
The long wound gaped open, blood gushing out. Even the idiom "shocking to the extreme" couldn't describe it.
Su Zui's knees buckled upon seeing it.
Overwhelmed by the smell of blood, her stomach churned violently. She quickly raised a hand to cover her mouth.
"Yao Yao, go drive! Hurry!"
Li Qianfan pressed a hand over the wound, temporarily stemming the flow, and then called out to Shen Yun, "Clothes! Rip off your shirt, I need to apply pressure to the wound."
Du Junlin, who had been on defense, understood the gravity of her mother's injuries when Li Qianfan gave the order.
Without a moment's hesitation, she sprang out of the green belt without even looking back.
The five of them had walked, not driven.
But there were cars parked on both sides of the road. With a smash of her elbow through a car window, Du Junlin had a vehicle.
As for what would happen to the owner after abandoning their car, Li Qianfan couldn't afford to worry about that.
*Rip.*
Shen Yun tore a large strip from the hem of her shirt and handed it to Li Qianfan.
After pressing the shirt against the wound, Li Qianfan stood up with Su Nanyin in his arms and instructed, "Chong Chong, call Uncle Kui quickly! Have him prepare first-aid facilities at home, especially the medicinal herbs I need. He must get them to me as soon as possible."
He listed several herbs.
"Alright."
Shen Yun agreed and quickly called Uncle Kui.
Su Zui grabbed the hem of Li Qianfan's clothes and asked urgently, "Are you still going home? Why aren't you taking Mom to the hospital?"
"We can't go to the hospital. If I were the one planning the assassination, and it hadn't gone as expected, they would use our panic during the emergency rescue of Guanyin to their advantage, moving faster than us to position themselves at nearby hospitals. If that happened, Guanyin would be dead!"
Li Qianfan explained in a deep voice as he carried Su Nanyin out of the green belt, "Going to a distant hospital would only delay the rescue. We're very close to home! The key is, I am a divine physician. As long as Uncle Kui can find the herbs I need, I can ensure her wound heals quickly, without leaving a single scar."
Su Zui finally understood.
*Beep beep.*
Du Junlin had already started a car and was honking loudly.
Shen Yun ran over and opened the rear door.
Su Zui quickly sat in the passenger seat.
Li Qianfan, still holding Su Nanyin, bent down to get into the car. Shen Yun followed, cradling her mother's legs in her arms.
As soon as the car door closed, Li Qianfan said to Du Junlin, "Yao Yao, drive home!"
Du Junlin didn't hesitate and immediately started the car.
The two-kilometer journey was over in the blink of an eye.
Uncle Kui, having received Shen Yun's call, was anxiously gathered at the entrance with Shen Congdao and others.
As soon as the car stopped.
Uncle Kui rushed forward and opened the car door, "Son-in-law, we have all the herbs you mentioned at home! Su Xin is leading people to set up the patient's bed in the guest room in the central courtyard for the eldest daughter's treatment."
Cui Su, the old butler, was undoubtedly exceptionally competent.
"Thank you, Uncle Kui."
Li Qianfan stepped out of the car and, as he rushed into the courtyard, shouted, "Yao Yao, Guanyin will be fine! Take Xiao Lu and transfer to the Dark Blade. Investigate in secret how the assassin infiltrated the stilt-walking team. Remember! Do not tell anyone about Guanyin's stabbing for now! To avoid unnecessary panic and give the enemy an opportunity. Also, contact Helan Tingmei! Tell her to be extremely careful. Ninety percent of assassins come from the dark web. I'm worried she might also become a target."
"Alright, I understand."
Du Junlin, who was about to jump out of the car, responded. After Xiao Lu helped Su Zui out and then got back into the car, he quickly started driving.
*Beep beep.*
As the car quickly turned around, Li Qianfan had already rushed into a guest room in the central courtyard with Su Nanyin in his arms.
Su Xin was urgently setting up surgical tools for the makeshift operating room, anesthesia (the fact that this could be obtained and prepared at home was truly worthy of Uncle Kui), sutures, hemostatic bandages, and high-power lighting equipment.
Both shocked and terrified, and unable to bear the sight of blood any longer, Su Zui, who had just reached the central courtyard, couldn't help but brace herself against the wall and bend over to vomit.
Li Qianfan put on medical gloves and picked up the scalpel, saying to Shen Yun, who was assisting him, "Chong Chong, remove her top."
At this moment, Mr. Qianfan was a surgeon.
In a surgeon's eyes, there was only the wound, not beauty.
Of course.
Mr. Qianfan was still amazed that the Empress was not only well-endowed but also exquisitely shaped.
If even a shallow scar were left on her—
The person who sewed her wound would surely be struck by lightning!
But the more perfect the surgery, the more time it would take.
Even more concerning for Chong Chong was Su Nanyin's severe blood loss.
Her breathing was growing weaker.
Li Qianfan, sweat beading on his forehead, kept his hands steady as he sewed, without looking up, and said, "Su Xin."
Su Xin, standing right beside him, quickly replied, "Here."
"Get me the infusion set and needles. Guanyin has lost too much blood; it's dangerous."
Li Qianfan then instructed Shen Yun, "Chong Chong, help me transfuse my blood to Guanyin."
Shen Yun was startled, "Qianfan, you're doing surgery! Let me do it. Mom and I have the same blood type."
"It's alright, I can handle it. I'm O-type."
Li Qianfan said, "The key is that my blood has a miraculous effect of rapidly healing wounds. This will ensure her injuries heal as quickly as possible, without leaving scars."
Shen Yun thought this made sense.
Soon, Su Xin brought the blood transfusion supplies.
As Shen Yun picked up Li Qianfan's arm, about to insert the needle, she suddenly remembered something.
That after Li Qianfan donated blood to Su Nanyin, the latter would also be infected with 209!
Li Qianfan, whose mind was solely focused on his blood helping Su Nanyin's wound heal faster and without scars, had indeed forgotten this point.
Shen Yun was about to remind him when she remembered something else: "Shen Chongchong, you're so foolish! They are already together, why worry about transmitting infection through blood?"
And so.
Li Qianfan transfused blood to Su Nanyin while simultaneously performing the suturing surgery.
As Li Qianfan's blood flowed continuously into Su Nanyin's veins, his face grew paler.
A normal person losing around 800 ml of blood might be at risk of shock.
Su Nanyin, with her healthy body, was currently in a state of moderate shock.
This indicated that her blood loss had exceeded 800 ml.
To ensure her absolute safety, Li Qianfan would have to transfuse at least five to six hundred milliliters of blood.
But—
Even without a meter to measure the blood volume, Shen Yun and Su Xin could infer the amount of blood he had transfused by observing the changing complexions of Li Qianfan and Su Nanyin. It had surpassed eight hundred milliliters.
Li Qianfan's face grew progressively paler.
Su Nanyin's initially pale complexion gradually regained a blush.
"Qianfan, you can't donate any more blood," Shen Yun warned him nervously, "Otherwise, you'll be in danger. Let me do it."
"It's alright, I'm a doctor, I know what I'm doing," Li Qianfan replied softly, his hands not ceasing their work. "It'll only be a few more minutes until the suturing is complete. Su Xin, control the infusion rate. Guanyin has passed the critical stage now, the key is that she's no longer bleeding."
Su Xin quickly reduced the infusion rate as he instructed.
Su Nanyin, under local anesthesia, slowly opened her eyes.
She quietly watched Li Qianfan, his forehead beaded with sweat, his face pale, an IV needle in his arm, continuously transfusing his blood into her while his hands remained remarkably steady as he sewed her wound.
She just watched him quietly.
Her gaze grew increasingly tender.
A few minutes later.
Li Qianfan cut the suture thread with scissors and let out a long sigh of relief, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Su Xin quickly removed his needle, and Shen Yun began tidying up the bloody bandages.
The two women left the guest room with their supplies.
Li Qianfan swayed his slightly dizzy head and used a blood-stained finger to smear a line across Su Nanyin's cheek.
On her jade-carved face, this touch of red added an indescribable allure to the woman.
Li Qianfan smiled, "Remember, you owe me at least eight hundred milliliters of blood. You'll have to repay me when you have the chance."
"Okay, I remember," Su Nanyin hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Can I repay it in monthly installments?"