"I can't save her."
Liu Jin's words plunged Feng Wuya into despair.
But Liu Jin's next words reignited his hope: "But she... can."
"A'li?" Feng Wuya looked at Chu Qianli, still unconscious on the bed.
"Yes, I believe she can."
Otherwise, Liu Jin wouldn't have abandoned Long Ziyue at such a critical moment to find Chu Qianli here.
"But she is currently..."
Liu Jin's long fingers landed on Chu Qianli's pulse.
"Her pulse has stabilized. She should be waking up, so why isn't she?"
Liu Jin frowned. How could this be so strange?
However, Chu Qianli's improved pulse was thanks to the internal energy Feng Yexuan had given her.
He just didn't know how badly the Prince was injured at this moment.
There was something he didn't know if he should say.
Ever since he met Chu Qianli, their Prince... had never stopped getting injured.
He didn't know if it was the Prince's fated tribulation.
"But A'li is unconscious now. How can she save Princess Pingyue when she can't even save herself?"
Feng Wuya sat by the bed, looking at Chu Qianli's pale face.
Although her complexion had indeed improved compared to last night, she still had no color.
Not good at all.
"As long as she wakes up, I believe she can find a way!"
Liu Jin immediately took out silver needles and pricked Chu Qianli's philtrum.
However, there was no reaction at all.
He applied more force. Seeing this, Feng Wuya immediately grabbed his wrist to stop him, "You're making her bleed!"
It was completely useless!
Liu Jin was also anxious now. If he wasn't too anxious, he wouldn't have resorted to such extreme measures.
"How about I try splashing her with cold water?"
Her pulse had returned to normal, so why wasn't she waking up? He was truly out of ideas.
Feng Wuya immediately looked displeased, "Liu Jin, you are a physician!"
To use such a crude method, what if A'li caught a cold?
She was already weak enough. If she fell ill again, it would be an injury on top of an injury!
"I..."
"Perhaps... I can try."
"Your Highness, what can you do?" He wasn't a physician.
Feng Wuya looked at him, not speaking. He himself didn't know if this method would work.
But if Long Ziyue couldn't be saved, A'li would inevitably face great hardship in the future.
Long Ziyue must not die.
A'li must wake up.
"Don't you remember, we have the Mandarin Duck Gu on us?"
Feng Wuya turned and took a pair of scissors from a nearby drawer.
"Your Highness!" Liu Jin looked shocked.
"Guard here. No one is allowed in until A'li wakes up."
Feng Wuya walked to the bedside and sat down, staring at Chu Qianli's face. He said gently, "A'li, I can feel your pain. Can you also feel my pain?"
"Your Highness..."
Feng Wuya shook his head.
Liu Jin was helpless.
Although this method sounded completely unreliable, what if it worked?
Princess Pingyue absolutely could not die.
They really were out of time.
"Alright, you... know your limits." He stepped aside, listening to the commotion outside.
Feng Wuya exhaled, picked up the scissors, and aimed them at his own arm.
"A'li, feel this. If you feel unbearable pain, then wake up, okay?"
The sharp scissors actually cut into his arm with force.
Blood flowed down the wound.
Feng Wuya's intensely dark brows furrowed slightly.
Indeed, it was very painful.
Chu Qianli showed no reaction. Feng Wuya pressed the scissors against his arm again and cut again.
But Chu Qianli still showed no reaction.
"Your Highness, perhaps... perhaps this method won't work."
Seeing so much blood flowing down Feng Wuya's arm, Liu Jin felt a vague unease.
Prince Xiaoyao's body was so frail, and he was not in good health to begin with. How could he endure such torment?
"Your Highness, why don't... why don't we just give up."
But Feng Wuya refused to listen to him.
Liu Jin was too far from the bed to see Chu Qianli's expression clearly.
But he had seen it clearly just now. He distinctly saw A'li frown.
She wasn't completely unresponsive.
It was just that the pain wasn't enough yet, was it?
Feng Wuya looked at Chu Qianli's now calm face and casually put down the scissors.
Liu Jin sighed helplessly. This method, as expected, would not work.
But what he didn't expect was that just as he thought Feng Wuya had given up, the Prince Xiaoyao suddenly pinched a piece of flesh from his wound with his long fingers and slowly tore it!
"Your Highness!" Liu Jin rushed forward in shock, wanting to stop him but not knowing how.
He was tearing his own wound open, little by little, with this most primitive and terrifying method!
Large beads of sweat trickled down the face that was so handsome it could make any woman fall for it at a glance.
Even though the wound wasn't on himself, Liu Jin felt his whole body stiffen, and his scalp tingled.
Let alone Feng Wuya, who was personally enduring this excruciating pain!
How could an ordinary person bear this pain!
"Your Highness, no... She! Her eyelids are moving!"
Liu Jin had wanted to persuade him to give up, but he didn't expect that in the next moment, he would actually see Chu Qianli's eyelids trembling violently, and cold sweat dripping from her forehead.
The Mandarin Duck Gu could indeed make her feel the same pain.
She must be in great pain right now!
Feng Wuya gritted his teeth, panting, and closed his eyes forcefully, continuing to tear. m..oΓg
Liu Jin's heart ached unbearably.
But Chu Qianli was truly about to wake up! Not only were her eyelids trembling, but her entire body was trembling.
Her long fingers kept twitching, and her thin lips struggled to let out a groan: "It hurts... Mmm... It hurts..."
Suddenly, she opened her eyes wide, sat up abruptly, and let out a scream: "It hurts so much!"
"A'li!" Seeing this, Feng Wuya's eyes lit up: "A'li, you're awake?"
"It hurts so much!" Chu Qianli flung her sleeve aside, wanting to see what had happened to her arm.
However, apart from the dark red marks from the whip the previous night, there seemed to be no other injuries on her arm.
Why had she just felt a tearing pain from her arm?
The pain had been so excruciating that she was still gasping for breath.
"Miss Chu, are you really awake?" Liu Jin was both surprised and delighted. He glanced back at Feng Wuya, his heart aching.
Feng Wuya finally released his fingers.
He immediately pulled down his sleeve, not wanting Chu Qianli to see his discomfort.
He hid his arm behind him.
"A'li, how do you feel? Are you really conscious?" he asked softly, but his voice was incredibly hoarse.
He wasn't sure, fearing that A'li might only wake up for a moment.
What if she fainted again after not feeling pain?