漂亮的保姆3中文版完整版

Zhao Sue was almost going crazy, but seeing her husband’s chest rising and falling again, she rekindled her hope.

She hoped this time will pass a little faster, a little faster.

The incense sticks in the stove burnt out little by little, and Ruer, who was guarding the incense, wished to open her mouth to blow so that the timed incense would burn out quickly.

The specific medicine has already been prepared, and it will be injected into Zhou Awu’s body as soon as the time comes.

At the last quarter of an hour, the last incense stick, there was nothing in the room except gasps and the silence was frightening.

Zhao Sue and Fu Zheng stared at the incense stick, Chu Yan stared at the hourglass, and Bai Zhi stared at Zhou Awu.

Zhao Sue’s trembling voice rang in her ears: “It’s time, the time has come.”

Bai Zhi looked sideways and looked at the hourglass. There was only a little bit of yellow sand left in the hourglass. She picked up the needle in the box and injected the special medicine into Zhou Awu’s body little by little.

Watching Bai Zhi pull out the weird-looking sharp needle from the blood vessel in Zhou Awu’s arm, Zhao Sue asked anxiously: “Is this all right? Then Awu can come back to life?”

Bai Zhi shook her head: “I still have to give him acupuncture. As for what will happen? We’ll see the situation after that.” She didn’t want to say that until now, she had only saved his life for a while.

If he endured it, his life would be saved, but to what extent he could recover in the end would depend on his good fortune.

Chu Yan asked everyone to back away, and he handed the needle to Bai Zhi’s side. He had done these things many times before, and he was already very proficient.

Fu Zheng looked at the backs of the two who were busy, tears could not stop falling.

One was the current emperor, and the other was the future Empress, but for a mere subordinate, they exhausted all their efforts, just to save a life and protect the family that was about to be broken.

Time passed by, and little by little, the silver needle was stuck up and then pulled out, back and forth six times, the three-yin and three-yang stimulating pulse acupuncture method was finally completed without any danger.

Zhou Awu’s vital signs were becoming more and more stable.

After pulling the last needle, she turned to look at the pale Zhao Sue and nodded to her.

With a slight nod of her head, Zhao Sue’s tense heartstrings suddenly loosened, her clenched teeth also began to loosen, mouthfuls of turbid air came out of her mouth, accompanied by tears, and she couldn’t calm down for a long time.

Bai Zhi took a few steps forward, hugged her, and gently patted her on the back: “It will be fine. Brother Awu will get better, don’t be afraid, I’m here, I’m here.”

Zhao Sue just nodded desperately, unable to say a word, tears wet Bai Zhi’s clothes.

She was just an ordinary woman. Her husband was her sky, her land, the pillar of their family, and the man she loves most in this world.

If something happens to Zhou Awu, she doesn’t know if she can hold on.

Bai Zhi’s voice soothed her anxious and flustered heart, and her uncontrollable emotions finally stabilized: “When will he wake up? I have to prepare something for him to eat.”

Bai Zhi shook her head: “I don’t know yet. He has multiple sword wounds on his body, he was hit hard on the head, and there is a blood clot in his brain. It is estimated that he will not wake up for a while, at least until the blood clot dissipates.”

Seeing that Zhao Sue’s face started to panic again, Bai Zhi hurriedly said: “Don’t worry, his life is saved, even if he doesn’t wake up today or tomorrow, he will wake up in a few days.”