"Yes, Your Majesty, this servant will go out to see immediately." Madam Gong, nimble-footed, hurried out.
Not long after, Madam Gong returned, pulling Leng Ruoli's hand in a hurry.
As Leng Ruoli approached the main entrance of Yiran Palace, a faint smell of blood drifted to her nostrils.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Cold Consort has arrived," Madam Gong said excitedly.
Seeing Leng Ruoli enter, the Empress Dowager and the Emperor quickly urged her, "Lier, hurry and take a look at Fifth Brother!"
"Alright, Father Emperor and Imperial Grandmother, please do not worry. I will do my utmost to save him," Leng Ruoli comforted them, looking at the Emperor and Empress Dowager.
At this moment, Consort Ping, standing nearby, grabbed Leng Ruoli's hand and pleaded in a low voice, "Cold Consort, I beg you, please save Yu'er."
"Consort Ping, I have already heard about Prince An's condition from Eunuch Li on the way. I will do my best to treat him," Leng Ruoli replied calmly.
"Consort Ping, do not delay any further. Let Lier go in at once to treat Fifth Brother," the Emperor said, angered by Consort Ping's obstruction of Leng Ruoli's treatment time.
Consort Ping immediately realized her mistake and quickly released Leng Ruoli's hand, accompanying her into the room to examine Prince An's injuries. The Emperor and Empress Dowager also followed behind Leng Ruoli into the room.
Leng Ruoli entered the hall, which was screened by a partition. The smell of blood became more pungent. She looked up and saw a group of imperial physicians pacing anxiously in the room.
Upon seeing Leng Ruoli enter, Imperial Physician Zhang's pair of cloudy yet shrewd little eyes instantly showed a flicker of hope.
"Cold Consort, you are finally here. Quickly, quickly examine Prince An. He has lost too much blood and is unconscious. This subordinate can only use ginseng slices and various life-sustaining medicines to keep him alive. I am truly incapable of anything else."
Imperial Physician Zhang's brows furrowed deeply.
"Alright, I will go and see. Imperial Physician Zhang, you stay. All other imperial physicians, please leave!"
Leng Ruoli said as she walked to Prince An's bedside. At this moment, Prince An's eyes were tightly shut, his face pale and devoid of any color. However, his wounds had been stopped by silver needles.
Leng Ruoli sighed and reached out to carefully feel his pulse.
Immediately, Leng Ruoli's expression became extremely solemn, and she understood Prince An's condition.
"Cold Consort, how is it? How is it? Is Prince An still savable?"
Imperial Physician Zhang was anxiously pacing, as were the Emperor, Empress Dowager, Consort Ping, and others who had followed Leng Ruoli into the hall. Everyone wanted to know Prince An's condition.
"Prince An still has a faint heartbeat. I will immediately perform CPR. You all quickly go out."
As Leng Ruoli finished speaking, she made a gesture only Jun Mohan in the crowd could understand.
Upon understanding her signal, Jun Mohan immediately cooperated with Leng Ruoli to escort everyone out of the hall, including the Emperor and Empress Dowager.
After everyone had retreated, Leng Ruoli closed the hall door and immediately brought Prince An into her portable system space. She began by giving Prince An oxygen, then quickly sterilized herself, put on a surgical gown, mask, and cap. With her mind, she prepared various medical tools and medications in seconds. Then, Leng Ruoli immediately monitored Prince An's vital signs. Finding his physical condition to be very poor, she immediately administered cardiac stimulant medication to treat him. She then attached the infusion bag and began CPR.
This operation took over twenty minutes. Prince An finally regained a heartbeat, and Leng Ruoli breathed a sigh of relief.
At this point, Leng Ruoli began to treat Prince An's wounds.
Outside Yiran Palace, three hours had quietly passed. The east was already showing a hint of dawn, but a group of people were still waiting outside the hall. Among them were the Emperor, Empress Dowager, Empress, and Consort Ping, seated on either side of the doorway.
"Your Highness Prince Leng, the Cold Consort has been inside for three hours. Why hasn't she come out yet?" Consort Ping paced back and forth at the entrance of the hall.
"Consort Ping, stop pacing. Your pacing is making my head spin," the Empress Dowager said, rubbing her temples.
"Your Majesty, but my heart cannot be at ease," Consort Ping said with red eyes.
"Consort Ping, being anxious like this is useless. Why not calm down and wait for news?" The Emperor found Consort Ping's demeanor quite troublesome.
"Consort Ping, don't worry! If Lier can stay inside for so long without coming out, it must mean Fifth Brother is saved. Otherwise, she would have come out long ago," Prince Leng said calmly.
The Emperor, Empress Dowager, and Consort Ping suddenly understood upon hearing Jun Mohan's words.
That's right! Why hadn't they thought of that?
If Fifth Brother were truly gone, Lier would have surely come out long ago.
But since Lier had been inside the hall for three hours without reporting back to them, it meant Fifth Brother was saved.
Upon realizing this, the Emperor, Empress Dowager, and Consort Ping's hearts, which had been suspended in mid-air, instantly settled, and their entire beings relaxed considerably.
Only the disabled Empress, sitting not far from the Emperor and consistently trying to maintain a low profile, had a trace of terrifying hatred flash in her eyes upon hearing Jun Mohan's words. If my two Imperial sons cannot become Emperor, then let all other princes perish.
Heh heh!
However, none of the outcomes were as she wished.
In the blink of an eye, another stick of incense had burned out, and the grand door of Yiran Palace was finally opened from the inside by Leng Ruoli.
A group of people immediately surrounded Leng Ruoli.
"Cold Consort, how is Fifth Brother?" Consort Ping asked anxiously.
"Consort Ping, Prince An has been revived, but he has not yet passed the critical stage," Leng Ruoli replied truthfully.
"Really? Cold Consort, my Fifth Brother is still alive..." Upon hearing the Cold Consort's words, Consort Ping burst into tears of joy.
Everyone present, except for the Empress, and a few others who did not wish Prince An to live, breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this news.
"Second Imperial Sister-in-law, can we go in and see Fifth Brother?" Prince Ji suddenly spoke up.
"No!" Leng Ruoli refused decisively.
"Lier, since Fifth Brother is alright, why don't you let us see him?"
The Emperor, Empress Dowager, and the others looked at Leng Ruoli with confusion.
"Father Emperor, Imperial Grandmother, Consort Ping, although Prince An has been revived, he is still in a coma and has not yet passed the critical stage," Leng Ruoli explained simply to everyone.
However, upon hearing this, everyone still looked confused.
Did Fifth Brother not survive after all?
"Father Emperor, Imperial Grandmother, and Consort Ping, Lier means that although Fifth Brother has been revived, his life is still very fragile and he needs rest. Therefore, we should not disturb his rest now. When he has rested, Lier will naturally arrange for everyone to see him," Jun Mohan explained for Leng Ruoli.
"Alright then. Lier, Fifth Brother will be in your care. It is almost dawn, everyone go back and rest for a while," the Emperor said kindly, his stern eyes looking at everyone.
Afterwards, everyone bowed to the Emperor and Empress Dowager and returned to their respective palaces.