After disinfecting the wound with strong liquor, Wang Yue reached for the sword and pulled it out quickly and steadily. He moved so fast that Yun Xiangyue didn't let out a moan until the sword was already out.
Wang Yue had not only pressed the acupoint to stop the bleeding, but also sealed her blood vessels with silver needles. Once the sword was out, only a little blood seeped from the wound, and there was no hemorrhage.
Seeing that the sword had been removed, Mu Zhuohua finally relaxed. She frowned at the gaping wound and asked worriedly, "A Yue, can she be saved?"
If Wang Yue used his full strength to save her, he could certainly bring her back. But he didn't want to reveal everything he could do for someone who had nothing to do with him, so he could only treat Yun Xiangyue with the medical skills he had shown so far.
That left her chances of survival rather low, but he was a miracle-working physician, after all, and had better odds than other doctors.
After weighing his words, he said, "With my medical skills, there's at most a fifty percent chance of curing her. Most of it depends on Yun Xiangyue's fate."
Mu Zhuohua had only felt such pity for Yun Xiangyue because she'd thought of her own mother. Now that Wang Yue had said as much, she didn't press him further.
Wang Yue kept working. After cleaning the wound, he stitched it up and bandaged it. When he saw that she hadn't lost much blood throughout the process, he finally stepped out of the room.
Seeing Wang Yue emerge, Prince Ding immediately asked, "Young Master Wang, how is she?"
Wang Yue could tell from Prince Ding's urgency that Yun Xiangyue was likely involved in some case.