aircannonsinc Chapter 435 We have magic!
Chapter 435 We have magic!
Diana was angry too, shaking with rage.
She couldn't believe that the boy who once told her not to hurt herself came into contact with blood magic so recklessly, cutting his wrists and bleeding to this point!
She pursed her lips tightly and barely squeezed out a few words:
"The medical team will be here soon. I'll go find Dr. Roland and ask him to give His Highness a blood transfusion. You stay here and take care of His Highness!"
Lance didn't answer.
He neatly bound Allen's upper arm with a magic spell, stared closely at the deep visible scar, gently protected Allen's wrist, felt the cold back of his hand, and his breath became cold with fear.
a whole night……
That damn book sucked blood all night long!
How much blood is there in the human body?
He couldn't even imagine whether there was any blood in His Highness's body.
if there is not……
Lance was almost heartbroken.
He was still happy about Fudge's awareness of current affairs in the morning, and planned to report to His Highness over breakfast...
But His Highness, who was still alive and kicking yesterday, was treating himself so cruelly here, under his nose.
He didn't even find out.
Lance blamed himself so much that streaks of water fell down his cheeks.He half-raised his wrist to wipe it, and covered Allen's face with trembling hands, hoping to bring some warmth to the boy who had lost too much blood.
If something happens to His Highness...
He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and thought - what else is important?
Soon, all the elites of the medical team arrived, bringing a lot of medicines, including almost all medicines related to stopping bleeding.
Vivian White is not tall, but she has a serious face now, and no one dares to look down on her.
She drove Lance away from the bed, sat there, quickly checked Lance's hemostasis, and asked, "When did you perform compression?"
She didn't get a reply for a moment.
The usually calm knight commander was a little confused. He took a moment to react and replied, "Come in at eight-thirty sharp."
Vivian frowned, and the subordinate next to her immediately replied, "It's 53:[-] now."
Her brows immediately relaxed, and then she quickly loosened the restraints on Allen's arms.
Lance asked loudly, "What are you doing!"
Vivian was a little surprised and said, "Knight Commander, if you lose blood in your wrist, you need to release the pressure every 10 minutes to prevent blood flow..."
She paused and said, "This is what you taught us back then."
Lance nodded hummingly, half-knelt beside the bed, and asked, "Your Highness has been bleeding all night, I'm worried..."
Vivian ignored him and hurriedly asked the assistant behind her to find the potion, thinking about how to drink it for His Highness.
Upon seeing this, Lance immediately helped Allen half-up and took the bottle of potion.
Vivian asked him to hold Allen's left hand again, took out the hydrogen peroxide and saline solution, and began to rinse and disinfect the wound. She said while disinfecting,
"Diana has already gone to see Dr. Roland, and they will bring blood transfusion kits.
"This bottle of magic potion can alleviate wounds caused by ordinary black magic. As long as it is not special black magic, there should be no problem."
Under the gaze of the two people, the wound on Allen's left wrist completely stopped bleeding. Although the scar still showed no signs of disappearing, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.
Lance finally came to his senses, glanced at the books thrown aside, and said with an ugly expression, "Put that book away and send it to my office."
He knew that what made His Highness so careless about himself must be something necessary, and he could not destroy it.
But black magic is never just a tangible attack. Many magics can hurt people invisibly.
He couldn't let this kind of product be in the same space as the injured His Highness.
As a Knight Commander, Lance was already very powerful in Windermere. Even if he touched Allen's things, no one would raise any objection except Diana.
Not to mention something like this that could hurt His Highness.
The people on the medical team were extremely quiet. Except for the necessary medicines and examination records, no one made any sound. They listened to the knight commander's voice, which seemed to have finally recovered and suppressed his anger, giving orders.
The light purple eyes became sharp and scanned everyone.
"Tell everyone that talking about His Highness's injuries is forbidden at Windermere Villa!"
He took out his contact badge, stood beside Allen's bed, quickly rearranged the arrangements for the past three days, and handed them to Amber Lawrence.
But before he finished speaking, Diana had already arrived with Dr. Roland.
Lance had seen each other.
This was the doctor that His Majesty brought to examine His Highness after his last trip to Germany. He had also seen the doctor on TV.
This doctor has always been smart and calm, and he looks very reliable at first glance. It is rare that he looks like this with a frown and worry.
Dr. Roland is really worried to death.
First something happened to the king, then something happened to the crown prince. If something really happened to Allen...
He simply didn't dare think about that possibility.
-Edward will kill him! ! !
He was carrying a huge medical box, and Diana behind him was also carrying a huge refrigerated box, which was filled with bags of refrigerated and sealed type O whole blood.
He walked forward with a sullen face and sat directly in the seat that Vivian had given way to.
Dr. Roland is professional after all.
Under his instruction, the medical team was busy.
He stopped Vivian White and asked, "He needs a surgical environment. Do you have a dedicated sterilization room here?"
Vivian quickly replied, "Don't worry, we have magic!"
Dr. Roland's face was expressionless for a moment.
He subconsciously thought of the working environment of field doctors and doctors aiding Africa, then he immediately came back to his senses and said, "Then do your magic! His condition can't wait any longer -"
"You guys, have you prepared the things for blood transfusion?"
"All irrelevant personnel, get out!"
Diana trusted Dr. Roland and immediately began to take command after receiving the order.
Lance was also kicked out.
He anxiously walked around outside Allen's room, annoyed that he hadn't smashed down the wall in the first place, and just replaced it with a glass door!
At this moment, Roland personally gave Allen a blood transfusion injection.
The huge needle seemed to be pricking a dummy, with no trace of blood at all.
Pack after pack of blood was transfused, but the data on the instrument had not yet reached the baseline.
Seeing that there are only two packs of 400cc left...
Vivian quickly came over and asked, "Doctor Roland, do you have any questions?"
Roland said neatly, "The blood pack I brought is not enough."
He twirled his fingers anxiously, "This is the remaining amount of all Type O blood in my hospital... If I go back to the Muggle world now and go to another hospital to transfer it, it will be too late."
Seeing this, Vivian said firmly,
"Don't worry, doctor. I'm going to count the blood types of the knights. There are a lot of people here, enough to supply His Highness."
She almost bit Roland's words and answered firmly.