After being read by the tyrant, the character of the little cannon fodder completely collapsed

Chapter 41 Surgical Instruments
"Ling Xi!!" Ling Xinyao roared hysterically.

"Three..." The murderous intent in Ling Xi's eyes grew stronger.

But her hands were shaking.

Especially the hand holding Chen Qianzhe's back was shaking uncontrollably.

[What if she still doesn’t evacuate people after calling [-]? 】

【I’m not really going to kill you, am I? 】

[No, my hands are shaking! 】

【…】

Chen Qianzhe's hands that were tied behind her back suddenly grabbed her ankle and held it hard.

This small action confirmed her current choice.

Ling Xi felt relieved: "Two!!"

Chen Qianzhe's hands also worked harder.

[Wait a minute, I’ll finish shouting, if she doesn’t retreat, I will cut off your rope, you run away first! 】

Chen Qianzhe couldn't help but look at her.

[What to look at, be professional! 】

[You don’t have to be too moved, I’m not doing it for you! 】

[Her target is you. If you run away, she will focus on killing you. 】

[With this gap, I might be able to escape! 】

【…】

According to the original text, when the mob rushed in, they would stab the tyrant randomly.

But what if the tyrant is not here?

It’s better not to chop her to death to vent your anger! ?
Time seems to be stagnant, and the aura is flat.

Just when Ling Xi was about to shout "one", Ling Xinyao finally compromised: "Stop!"

Ling Xi was the uncertain factor that disrupted her plan, and she couldn't be reborn because she was an irrelevant outsider.

"Okay! I promise you..."

Ling Xinyao took out a black whistle and blew a special note.

Outside, the noisy mob was silent for a few seconds, and soon, the noise began to recede like a tide.

Ling Xinyao opened her right hand and walked over slowly: "Sister, can you give me the dagger now?"

——As long as she gets the dagger, she will no longer be controlled by anyone.

Until then, she has the final say whether the tyrant lives or dies.

Ling Xi looked at her, suddenly smiled, took half a step away, broke the rope on Chen Qianzhe's wrist, turned around and ran away with the dagger.

"I'm leaving first, you continue!"

"Ling Xi!"

"I promised you not to kill him, so I won't kill him. I did it. The next moment is your grudge moment, which has nothing to do with me..." Ling Xiren disappeared, but the voice was still there.

This was one of the plans she had discussed with the tyrant.

As long as the mob is controlled and the story line of killing the tyrant is not allowed to be established, it means that they have broken the original ending of chopping off the head.

Then, what follows is the moment for the tyrant to fight back.

The bloody scene was beyond her control.

All she could do was find a place to hide and protect her head.

Qian Shizhong appeared in time and used his strength to send her to a desolate yard.

"This is a cold palace. There is no living thing except rats. You hide it for now. I will come to rescue you when it is safe!"

Just as he was about to leave, Ling Xi quickly grabbed his wrist: "No, you have to protect me here!"

"But Your Majesty..."

"He's fine, he has twelve guards! If you leave, what if a few blind mobs show up and hack me to death, how unjust I will be!"

How dare Ling Xi let him go.

In the original text, the "refugee" who chops off the tyrant's head is a hidden sign of loyalty.

As long as Qian Shizhong is by her side, in a certain sense, it is equivalent to breaking the original text.

There was fighting and killing outside, but there was no movement at all in Leng Gong.

The two people stood in the yard, listening to what was going on outside.

I don’t know where the fire came from, lighting up half the night.

"Miss Ling, are you sure you don't want me to save His Majesty?"

"Your Majesty will be safer if you don't save him!"

"..."

Time passed by minute by minute.The noise outside seemed to be getting smaller.

Soon, there were footsteps heading this way.

Ling Xi quickly hid behind Qian Shizhong. Qian Shizhong unsheathed his sword and guarded them in front of them, looking at the distant door with eager eyes.

The doors of the cold palace were pushed open one by one.

at last……

"There are footprints here!"

Following the shouting, the courtyard door was pushed open, and a group of guards wearing armor rushed in.

The leader was one of the Twelve Guards.

When he saw Qian Shizhong and Ling Xi, he let out a sigh of relief: "Go and tell His Majesty that you have found Miss Ling and that she is safe and sound."

He leaned down and saluted respectfully: "Miss, your Majesty orders his subordinates to escort the eldest daughter back to the palace!"

"Where's the mob?"

"They have all been arrested. Don't worry, eldest lady, everything is under His Majesty's control!"

Under control!

Yes!

Isn't he under control? ?

She was originally reborn and had the memories of her previous life. Now she has a God's perspective and can see everything in the future. Doesn't that mean she can control everything?
……

Chen Qianzhe was injured.

When Ling Xi rushed to Suiyang Palace, he found that the palace maid was carrying basin after basin of blood outside.

Eunuch An rolled up his sleeves, took the small medicine box in the bookstore, and trotted inside.

"Aon, what's wrong?"

"Your Majesty is injured. Hey, girl, you came just in time. Your Majesty said that you might be able to do something about his injury. Come with me quickly!"

Eunuch An didn't have time to explain, so he pushed Ling Xi into the inner hall.

Chen Qianzhe was sitting on the desk. There was a long bloody gash on his back, with bones visible deep inside. He was bleeding. Several doctors were scrambling, but they couldn't suppress the bleeding.

"What should we do? If we can't stop the bleeding, Your Majesty will be in danger!"

"Hurry and get the hemostatic soup, and then get the hemostatic medicine, the best hemostatic medicine!"

The imperial doctors rushed back and forth in a panic to offer advice, but none of them worked.

Chen Qianzhe's complexion was very poor, his lips turned white, and he was shivering due to excessive blood loss.

"Your Majesty, Miss Ling is here."

Aweng stuffed the small medicine box into Ling Xi's hand and pushed her over.

Ling Xi was confused: "I, I don't know how..."

Chen Qianzhe raised his eyes and glanced at her, looking very tired: "You all stand down."

【do not! 】

[Why did you ask them to step back? 】

[I’m not a doctor, I don’t have the golden finger to save lives! 】

[Here, what do you want me to do? 】

Ling Xi stood there at a loss. Chen Qianzhe sighed, extremely weak: "Open the medicine box!"

"what?"

Ling Xi opened the medicine box in confusion.

The medicine cabinet is full of bottles and cans.

"Which one should I use?"

"Down below, mezzanine!"

"Mezzanine?"

Ling Xi looked at it for a long time and finally opened the mezzanine.

When she saw what was below, her pupils couldn't help but shrink, and she almost screamed in horror.

"You... how do you have these things?"

"As expected, you know each other!" Chen Qianzhe raised his hand with great difficulty and pointed at his back: "Now, can you handle it?"

"I, I know it, but I don't know how to use it... No, I might be able to use it, but, I haven't used it before, I'm not familiar with it..."

Ling Xi looked at the surgical instruments in front of her and was completely confused.

That's right, what was in front of him was a complete set of surgical instruments.

Scalpel, hemostatic forceps, suture needle, suture thread, sterilizing alcohol, small cotton swabs...

(End of this chapter)