Feng Qingchen regarded Guo Baoji's words as a treasure. Since he couldn't find a breakthrough from Lan Jingyang, Feng Qingchen decided to check those antiquities in person to see if he could make any new discoveries.
When the soldiers protecting Feng Qingchen heard what Feng Qingchen said, they turned pale with fright and shook their heads repeatedly: "No, no, Miss Feng, this, this is too dangerous, Uncle Nine Emperors will kill us if he finds out."
Just kidding, if Feng Qingchen had any shortcomings, they would be chopped up alive by Uncle Nine Emperors.
"I will pay attention to safety, and nothing will happen. There is no need to tell Uncle Nine Emperors about this." She is not afraid even if something happens. She can cure this disease, but there is no way to popularize it on a large scale.
"This won't work. Miss Feng, please don't embarrass me. Why did you hide this from Uncle Nine Emperors? If Uncle Nine Emperors found out afterwards, we would be even worse." The guarding soldier had a grimace on his face and tried to persuade him.
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"I will personally go to Uncle Nine Emperors and tell him that this matter has nothing to do with you, and he will not blame you." Feng Qingchen believed that Uncle Nine Emperors would support her work.
The soldier's face became even more bitter. He really couldn't persuade Feng Qingchen, so he had to say: "Why don't Miss Feng let us talk to Uncle Nine Emperors first? If Uncle Nine Emperors agrees, we will open the door."
Feng Qingchen's head was covered with black lines, and he pointed at the sky: "At this moment, the Nine Emperors Uncle is in the palace, entering and leaving the palace. Are you sure I still have time to watch? Okay... I don't have time to waste, hurry up
Open the door."
"But..." the soldier was about to cry.
Auntie, if you don't lead such a bully, wouldn't it be a embarrassment to them?
"No but, open the door. I will bear all the consequences and I promise not to let you take the blame." Feng Qingchen promised again, and the soldiers' faces became even darker.
They have all been with Uncle Nine Emperors for several years and are well aware of Uncle Nine Emperors' methods. If something really happens to Feng Qingchen, even Feng Qingchen's assurances will be of no use, but...
If they reject Feng Qingchen, their end will be even worse.
Just think about those secret guards who have been remade again.
The soldiers had no choice but to let Feng Qingchen in despite Feng Qingchen's repeated insistence. They even took the risk to accompany him, fearing that something might happen to Feng Qingchen inside.
Sigh... Feng Qingchen sighed softly, not knowing whether he should be happy that someone cared about him or depressed about losing his freedom.
After the soldiers were fully armed, Feng Qingchen also dressed neatly, with only one eye exposed, before stepping into the room where the funerary objects were stored.
Because of the corpse poison, these funerary objects were not cleaned. They were just as they were when they were taken from the coffin shop. Feng Qingchen put on gloves and looked at them one by one. Occasionally, he saw a bit of green moss or loess, so he was careful.
Scrape it off with a knife and put it in a test tube.
The soldiers who came to protect Feng Qingchen didn't understand the use of this. They just stood behind Feng Qingchen, fearing that something might happen to Feng Qingchen here.
Feng Qingchen picked them up one by one, looking at them for an hour. Feng Qingchen squatted until his legs were numb. When he stood up and moved around, he saw the porcelain fragments piled in the corner.
Seeing these fragments, Feng Qingchen suddenly thought that Feng Jin seemed to have encountered these funerary objects, but was not poisoned by corpse poison. Could it be possible?
Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up. Regardless of her numb legs, Feng Qingchen quickly walked to the corner and found the pile of fragments. This sight really made her find a different place.
"What is this?" Feng Qingchen found a thin layer of milky white paste-like object at the bottom and inside of the bottle.
Feng Qingchen carefully scraped off the objects on the fragments, then asked the soldier to take a clean cloth and take the porcelain fragments out.
"Let's go." Feng Qingchen's cheeks were slightly red, her eyes were bright, and she was extremely excited.
As soon as he returned to the temporary laboratory, Feng Qingchen dropped the paste into the toxin. The black poison color turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to the color of normal blood.
"It's amazing." Feng Qingchen tightened her grip on the test tube, and her whole body was enveloped in a powerful sense of accomplishment. This feeling was no less than snatching a patient from the hands of death.
Feng Qingchen was extremely excited, her face was flushed, and her eyes were unusually bright. Feng Qingchen quickly activated the smart medical kit and took the detoxified blood for examination. The results showed that everything was normal.
"That's great." Feng Qingchen almost jumped up with joy and burst into tears.
She did it, she did it, she could save those who were tortured by the ancient corpse poison.
"I found the medicine." Feng Qingchen took the test tube and ran outside.
In the flower hall, several old doctors were drinking tea. Feng Qingchen was not angry. He shook the test tube in his hand and shouted happily: "I have found the last medicine. The ancient corpse poison can be cured."
"Bang..." The cup shattered on the floor. Several old doctors stood up in disbelief and repeated: "Did you find the last medicine?" How could this be possible? In just a few hours, this was too much luck.
alright?
Feng Qingchen nodded excitedly: "Yes, I found it. I just tried it and the black poisonous blood has returned to normal. Look."
"Quickly, show me." Several old doctors gathered around and asked carefully.
Although Feng Qingchen was disapproving of what happened last time, this time the corpse poison was related to the life and death of tens of thousands of people, so Feng Qingchen did not hide anything and told the prescriptions one by one.
"I actually found it on a few fragments. Miss Feng, you are so lucky." Someone said sourly, with the envy and jealousy in his words unable to be hidden.
Feng Qingchen didn't want to be affected by this kind of person, so he just said to a few highly respected old doctors: "This medicine is extremely powerful and cannot be used directly on humans. The ingredients and dosage in the prescription must also be adjusted. We
There is still an hour left, the top priority is to prepare the prescription."
"Yes, yes, let's prepare the prescription first, that's the key point." The old doctor with a white beard also didn't like those snarky words, so he stopped everyone's snarky remarks.
Feng Qingchen was indeed lucky, but luck itself was also a kind of strength. How many of them, like Feng Qingchen, dared to check out the funerary objects despite the risk of being poisoned by corpse poison?
Not one!
The doctors at the Imperial Hospital had extraordinary medical skills and solid theoretical knowledge. They changed the prescription in less than half an hour and collected the paste on the porcelain tiles.
Several imperial doctors cooked a bowl of medicine with their own hands, and Feng Qingchen drank it for Lan Jingyang. For the next half hour, everyone stared at Lan Jingyang like a gorilla. Lan Jingyang was ashamed to death, but he was powerless.
Struggling, I can only close my eyes to escape reality and pretend that nothing happened.
"Look, look, you guys, it's working. The dark spots on his chest seem to have faded." Someone pointed at Lan Jingyang's exposed skin and poked it twice with his fingers from time to time.
This group of imperial doctors were all excited and excited, and they didn't care about Lan Jingyang's mood at all. They only knew that they had made a great contribution this time by finding the antidote.
"Here, and here... the face has faded, the medicine has taken effect." Not only did it work, but the medicine was also very effective. All the doctors shouted happily, just like children.
"Let me take his pulse and see if there are any side effects." The white-bearded doctor stepped forward and said with a serious face.
Everyone consciously gave way to him, held their breath, and looked at the old man. When the old man took back his hand, everyone hurriedly asked: "How is it? How is it? Is this prescription okay?"
If there is a problem, they don't have time to come up with a second prescription...