The eyes that satisfy her the most on her face were the clear and bright ones that looked very similar to her original ones. In college, someone wrote a love letter to her, saying that her eyes were filled with stars and dewdrops. Although this description was a bit exaggerated, her eyes were really beautiful.

Mingruo grabbed his sleeve and wiped the makeup on his face. Uh... the effect was immediate and even more terrifying than before.

She gave up decisively, threw the mirror in her hand, folded the red veil and covered half of her face and only showed her eyes.

It's so dark that she doesn't worry about scaring others. It would be too unprofitable if she accidentally scares herself.

Mingruo walked to the door and pushed it away gently.

The furnishings in the outside room are more grand and grand. The biggest object is the black lacquered gold-painted coffin placed in the middle.

Ming Ruo was born in the Xuanyi family and was not very taboo about ghosts and the like. As the saying goes: Don’t do bad things, don’t be afraid of ghosts calling you.

She walked forward with the hem of the skirt. To her surprise, the coffin lid was only half covered-

The man in the coffin has a purple gold crown on his head, a black python robe, a dragon-patterned lock buckle on his waist, and a sword with a face that looks like a crown and jade. He is a real dragon-headed phoenix.

This is Prince Yun?

Tsk tsk, I was so beautiful that I died at a young age. Could it be... God is jealous of the beauty?

"The heaven is full, the earthen pavilion is circling... It looks so good, no matter how you look at it, it is not a short-lived appearance..." Although Mingruo's appearance has not been passed down by one percent of her old man, he can still take a look at it casually.

This face doesn't look like a dead person. In my memory, Prince Yun's heart disease relapses, but judging from this person's physique, he doesn't look like he is seriously ill...

The coffin was too tall, and Mingruo could not touch the person even if he leaned in half of his body.

She sighed, and had to pick up her dress and jump and jump into the coffin.

"Ah..." Ming Ruo fell on the body of the 'corpse' as soon as he entered the coffin.

It’s not because she has poor balance, but because she is covered with Dongzhu in the coffin, which makes her stand unstable.

Mingruo quickly got up and clasped his hands together, "You have sinned and unintentional offense. You are so beautiful, I think you can save it. If you save it, you don't have to die, and I don't have to be buried with you. It's the best of both worlds..."

Mingruo felt that saving Prince Yun was the only way to survive.

The original owner was the princess whom he buried with. As long as he died, the imperial power would be caught when he ran to the horizon.

Besides, Mingruo was not confident of walking out of this underground palace alone. There might be many mechanisms and traps waiting for him in the tomb of such a standard.

Mingruo stretched out his hand to take his pulse, but there was no trace of pulse and breath, but the skin of his wrist and even the joints were not stiff. This was definitely not the state that the "corpse" should have.

She subconsciously opened the medical system implanted in the central nervous system, but this body was "requisitioned" by her, so the medical system can't be used, right?

She is still alive. Although the medical system seems to be a little wrong, and as for what is wrong, it can't be said for a while, but fortunately it can be used.

After some examination, the "beauty" was indeed not dead, but the vital signs were weak, and the fatal lesions were on the heart - not ordinary heart disease, but a foreign body incarceration of the heart.

Judging from the magnetic resonance image, it is a conical metal object, and it is an old wound. Something is wrapped around the metal object, which has a certain degree of protection for the heart. Otherwise, this person would have died thoroughly.

The patient's condition is not good at the moment, but it is not unsuccessful.

The person must be rescued first, and the best treatment plan is to take out the foreign body when it is recuperated to the state of surgery.

But this first step is very difficult.

Mingruo took a deep breath and started first aid.

Fortunately, there is a medical system by her side, otherwise even if she is skilled in medicine, she will not be able to cook without rice.

After injecting a cardiotonic injection, Mingruo continued to undergo cardiopulmonary resuscitation, and the sweat beads on his forehead hit the man's clothes and pressed them down again.

"Please cheer up..."

With a whoosh, the cold sword hit Mingruo's neck.

Mingruo's movements froze, he raised his eyes and looked at the man's face, suddenly facing a pair of cold eyes like cold stars.

The man in a coma was so beautiful that it made people unable to help but look at him a few more times. After waking up, his cold eyes were even more amazing, but his solemn aura was too strong, making people dare not look directly at him.

Mingruo choked in his throat in one breath. She knew from intuition that as long as the blade was closer to one millimeter, she would have blood splattered on the spot.

Fortunately, I have been practicing medicine for many years and have been calm in my heart. I was stunned for a few seconds and said calmly: "You have heart failure now and have barely tried to stop your heart again. Even the god Daluo cannot save you..."

Si Haochen couldn't understand the "heart failure" and "cardiac arrest", but he understood the last sentence. His wrist was removed from strength, and his sword fell back into the coffin with a long thud, and then he coughed violently.

Mingruo's expression changed slightly, and he quickly took out the silver needle and placed it in several large acupoints to protect the heart meridians, and then poured out the quick-acting heart-saving pills to send them to Si Haochen's lips: "Please it under the root of the tongue, don't swallow it directly."

Si Haochen did not open his mouth, his phoenix eyes closed slightly.

After living in the royal family for more than 20 years, he was three-point alert to his confidants, let alone strangers.

"If I want to harm you, just wait for you to die for yourself, but it doesn't take such a lot of effort..."

Mingruo has a bad temper, and no matter how difficult the patient is, she has to follow her advice. Today, she is very good. She first wiped her neck with a sword, but now she doesn't cooperate with the treatment. I really want to let her go and not save her!

"The needle surgery has been controlled."

This heart disease has tortured him for three years, and he goes on the line of life and death every two or three months. Although Si Haochen has not reached the point of becoming a doctor for a long time, he still knows whether the symptoms have been relieved.

The woman with acupuncture alone is not inferior to Dr. Xue. If you talk about medical skills, it is obviously better.

Given his situation just now, Dr. Xue not only needed to take acupuncture and medicinal bath, but also needed someone to use internal force to help him sort out his heart pulse.

Mingruo had quick eyes and quick hands, and while he was speaking, he threw the few heart-saving pills into Si Haochen's mouth: "Hold it in your mouth."

Si Haochen choked for a moment and stared at Mingruo - Is this woman trying to choke him to death?

However, as the bitterness gradually melted in his mouth, the painful heart gradually eased, and the breath that blocked his chest also smoothed.

Ming Ruo pretended to take the pulse of the son Haochen, but actually checked it with the medical system.

This man has a very special physique. He was able to recover to this state just after he was rescued, which is a strange thing.

However, blood sugar is still too low: "Do you feel dizzy?"

"Yes." Si Haochen responded.

"Wait." Ming Ruo climbed out of the coffin and patrolled around.

I picked up several tea bowls buried on the table, and looked like it was not dirty. I opened a bottle of glucose and poured a full cup.

After this first aid, I almost fainted. I had a drink and poured out another one.

Mingruo has always been a careful person, and the bottle containing glucose should not appear in this era. In order not to cause trouble for himself, it is better to be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship.

The empty bottle was thrown back to the system's recycling station before turning it back to the coffin.

Si Haochen sat up halfway under the coffin, and his dark eyes stared at Mingruo who was slowly approaching him.
Chapter completed!