"Prince!" Wen Qiao stepped forward and reached out to hold Sima Shao's shoulders, "Quick, Doctor Xuan!"
Sima Shao took a deep look at Wen Qiao, tried his best to shake off his pull, and said word by word, "Don't worry, Lord Wen!"
Those eyes were full of regret and despair. For a moment, He Mucheng couldn't tell whether Sima Shao was acting, or whether he was resisting Wen Qiao's touch from the bottom of his heart.
There was chaos all around, and Wang Xuan and Xie Song quickly stepped forward to help Sima Shao.
He Mucheng winked at Ji Yunyuan. Upon seeing this, Ji Yunyuan stood up and said tacitly, "Ayan, follow me and help the prince into the inner room."
The whole hall belongs to Ji Yunyuan, who is tall and tall. Although Wang Xuan and Xie Song are also young, they are literati after all and are not as strong as Ji Yunyuan.
So the two of them tacitly helped Sima Shao onto Ji Yunyuan's back, and Ji Yunyuan easily carried Sima Shao to the bed in the inner room.
"Everyone should disperse first. Don't gather here." Xie Song drove everyone out of the cabinet.
Wang Xuan also saluted Wen Qiao, "Mr. Wen, this incident happened suddenly. I hope you will take charge of the overall situation and appease people's hearts."
Wen Qiao finally came to his senses at this time.
He calmed down his expression, made sure there was no more trouble on his face, then turned around and walked out of the inner room.
The doctor soon came to the bedside. He skillfully applied acupuncture to Sima Shao. After some operations, he said with certainty, "His Royal Highness is caused by poisoning."
"Poisoned?" Xie Song looked startled, "Who is so bold as to dare to poison His Royal Highness?"
He Mucheng stood aside and rolled his eyes in his heart.
Isn’t this obvious? Who else could the poisoner be than Wang Dun?
It's just that Wang Dunyuan was in Wuchang, and the one who did it was not him, but his minions.
The characters listed in the book were only representative of the aristocratic families, and the behind-the-scenes operations in them were difficult to detect. He Mucheng felt that it was no longer important who the poisoner was. What was important was whether the poison Sima Shao was poisoned could lead to his heroism.
What was the reason for his early death?
If this is the case, is there any way the system can extend his life?
He Mucheng secretly thought in her heart that she didn't want to have finally won Sima Shao's trust for Ji Yunyuan, only to have him die in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a child of four or five years old, and a queen mother who was not interested in government affairs and listened to the government behind the curtain.
At that time, Director Wang and Yu Liang will serve as assistants. Will these two old foxes not play around with Ji Yunyuan?
It is better to make friends with a young and energetic emperor...
Her brain was running rapidly when she heard the doctor say in a hoarse voice, "This poison is too weird. I can't find out the specific ratio. I can only delay the onset of the poison..."
"What if we can find the poisoner?" Wang Xuan asked with a frown.
"This is the weird part about it," the doctor shook his head helplessly, "investigate the case, arrest people, and find out the ratio of poisons. As time goes by, the prince can't wait. But if the medicine is used now, the toxicity can be suppressed, but the antidote
But it’s no longer useful…”
Having said this, Sima Shao smiled weakly and asked slowly, "How long can it be suppressed?"
The doctor paused and slowly stretched out his bony fingertips, "At most three years."
Sima Shao closed his eyes, and finally said with a pale face, "Three years is enough."
"Prince..." Wang Xuan naturally understood what Sima Shao meant. He looked at him quietly for a long time, and finally sighed secretly and turned away.
Xie Song clenched his fist and waved it in the air, saying angrily, "Grandma, if I find out about this poisoned grandson, I will definitely kill his whole family!"
Sima Shao waved to the doctor, "Let's get started."
The doctor's eyes darkened, and he skillfully prepared the antidote. Intermittent crying could be heard outside, as well as a flurry of words of comfort, "Princess, rest assured, the prince will be fine..."
He Mucheng stood behind Ji Yunyuan with lowered eyebrows and quietly flipped through the points mall.
"System, do you know if there is an antidote to Sima Shao's poison?"
The system was awakened by her and said:
[Intravenous injection can be used to remove toxins in the blood. The points required are 175. Do you want to redeem it? 】
"So expensive?" He Mucheng gritted his teeth and looked at the 337 points he had finally accumulated, with some hesitation.
But looking at the somewhat decadent atmosphere around her, she still held back her bleeding heartache and said with tears in her eyes, "Change, another anesthesia gun and an injection to remove the anesthesia."
[Redemption successful, remaining points 120.]
He Mucheng sniffed and sighed softly.
This sigh successfully attracted Ji Yunyuan's attention.
Ji Yunyuan saw that the little girl behind him seemed a little sad, raised his eyebrows, and silently asked if she was okay.
He Mucheng winked at Ji Yunyuan, slowly approached him, and whispered, "I want to talk to the prince alone. Please send Xie Song and Wang Xuan away."
Ji Yunyuan thought for a moment, wondering, "I can only send Xie Song away. I'm afraid Wang Xuan will be difficult to deal with."
He Mucheng nodded, "That's okay, I'll deal with Wang Xuan."
While he was talking, the doctor had already prepared the antidote. He walked to the bed with his rickety body and gave it to Sima Shao.
"The prince still needs to rest in bed for half a month before he can go to bed. Try to eat as light a diet as possible and drink plenty of water."
After explaining this, he packed up the medicine box, got up and left.
"Thirteenth Prince, follow me to escort the doctor out. I still need you to find a way to explain to the Crown Princess." Ji Yunyuan put his arm around Xie Song's shoulders and led him out of the room.
As soon as the few people crossed the screen, He Mucheng quietly raised the anesthetic gun.
Wang Xuan turned his back to her and smiled lazily, "Ayan is really naughty, why should you be wary of me? After all, I, Wang Xuan, still don't believe you?"
After saying this, he turned around and his bottomless eyes captured the helpless little girl in just a moment.
He Mucheng held up the anesthesia gun, smiled awkwardly, and quietly changed his direction, aiming directly at the confused Sima Shao on the bed.
Just as Sima Shao was about to speak, he felt a pain in his chest and immediately lost consciousness.
"Ayan, what can I do?" Wang Xuan was unfazed by her actions. He just took out the anesthetic gun in her hand and played with it on his fingertips, looking leisurely.
Naturally, He Mucheng would not detoxify in front of Wang Xuan. After hesitating for a long time, she could only say frankly, "I want to talk to the prince alone."
Wang Xuan chuckled, nodded leisurely, then turned around and walked out of the cabinet.
Huh? Are you so easy to talk to?
Seeing that Wang Xuan's clothes disappeared behind the screen, she didn't think much more, just took out the elastic rope and tightened it on Sima Shao's arm, and soon she could see the bulging tendons.
The next process was a matter of course. After everything was done, she injected Sima Shao with an injection to relieve the anesthesia.
After that, she cleaned up the mess as quickly as possible, took a step back, knelt beside the bed, and waited for the person on the bed to wake up.
Slowly, Sima Shao opened his eyes.
Because the time before and after was only a stick of incense, the scene before coma was still in his mind, and Sima Shao's pale face was instantly filled with monstrous anger!
He clenched his fists, hit the bed hard, and then suddenly sat up!
"Nanshi Ayan, you are so brave!"
Sima Shao squeezed out these words through his teeth, but when he turned his head, he saw a little girl already kneeling in front of him not far away, her eyebrows lowered and her eyes narrowed.
The little girl slowly raised her head, with no fear in her eyes.
She winked slyly and smiled brightly at Sima Shao.
Sima Shao frowned in confusion.
"How are you feeling, His Majesty the Crown Prince?" He Mucheng asked in a low voice, then raised his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture, "Shh, keep your voice down~"
