People standing in the hall were pacing back and forth, and the medicine in the dustpan was being picked up and put down again.
"Mr. Li!" the waiter holding the plate couldn't help shouting any longer, "How on earth do you prepare the medicine?"
Doctor Li held a handful of medicine in front of him, his hands shaking slightly.
"How do I know..." he murmured.
"Mr. Li!" the chamberlain shouted, stamping her feet.
"I can't cure it." Dr. Li said, looking at the dazzling dustpan of medicine in front of him, "but your highness can definitely cure it."
"Then treat it quickly." the waiter said.
"She can cure whatever I say can't be cured." Dr. Li said, turning around and running out, "I'll go ask her again!"
The chamberlain was furious and stretched out his hands to grab him. Before he could say anything, a chamberlain rushed in from outside.
"Your Highness has vomited again," he shouted.
Vomited again...
Dr. Li raised his head and looked outside. The sun was getting darker. If he vomits again, if he vomits until dark, he will not vomit again... and the person will be hopeless...
"Mr. Li, she can cure it, why can't you?" The chamberlain grabbed him and shouted, "Since she can cure it, then it can be cured! Dr. Li, you have been treating her all your life, and now because of that sentence, because
That woman, do you want to look down on yourself so much?"
"I'm not looking down on myself. It's not okay to look down on myself for this kind of thing." Dr. Li said with a bitter smile.
The chamberlain looked at him.
"It's too late to invite her." He said, "Your Highness, you are the only one left."
Your Majesty, you are the only one left.
"Even if you can't cure it, you can't let His Highness wait for death!"
"It is also good for His Highness to know that his life has not been thrown away in vain. There are people who care about his life and people who are trying their best!"
Forget it, let's live or die like this.
Doctor Li glanced outside, turned around, and without hesitation, quickly grabbed different medicines and put them on the plate.
"Boil this into a decoction and pour it into the bathtub."
"Brew this and drink it."
Everything was quickly prepared as ordered. In front of the door of Prince Jin'an's house, Dr. Li raised his foot to step in, but an aide caught him.
The staff looked at him, but hesitated to speak.
"Sunset." Dr. Li understood what he meant and said, "After sunset, if you don't vomit, it will happen. If you still vomit..."
He didn't say any more when he said this. The staff nodded and understood, and patted him on the shoulder.
Doctor Li turned around without saying anything and went in. The door was closed, and the people outside seemed to have stopped breathing for a moment and couldn't help but raise their heads to look at the sky.
Sunset.
"Master, your golden needle."
The child in the room unfolded the golden needles, and they were so densely packed that it was dizzying.
Doctor Li looked at Prince Jin'an who was lying in the bathtub. Even though the small cubicle was full of darkness, he could still see the abnormal black and blue color on his skin.
Force the poisonous gas out bit by bit along the meridians...
Doctor Li couldn't help but trembled his hands.
He has never performed this kind of acupuncture before, but he has seen...
Seen it!
"Ms. Cheng, do I need to avoid it?"
In the dimly lit room, the kneeling woman turned to look at him.
"It doesn't matter. Even if you see it, you won't be able to learn it."
There is nothing in this world that cannot be learned. It depends on whether you dare to learn it or not, and whether there is no way out.
Doctor Li's heart suddenly calmed down, and he stretched out his hand to pick up a long needle.
"Master." The child couldn't help but ask, "Is that okay?"
"Whether it works or not, you won't know until you do it." Dr. Li said, leaning over to place the needle.
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There were many people standing outside the door.
"If you should leave, pack your things and leave now." An aide said suddenly.
These words made everyone look over.
"Mr. Gu, do you want us to leave? At this time? Are you going to leave His Highness alone?" A dark-faced man shouted hoarsely.
"I am letting you go not because you are afraid of death, but because I want you to stay alive. His Highness's revenge must be avenged." Mr. Gu said, "You go out and comfort and gather all our people."
A man smiled sadly.
"If His Highness is no longer here, how long will we be able to gather together?" he said.
When a tree falls and the hozens scatter, how many people can do it today?
"We can gather them together as long as we can, one year, two years, and take revenge as much as we can." Mr. Gu said, clenching his hands hanging by his side.
"Gentlemen, you should all go," said the chamberlain on the side.
Everyone looked at him.
"These servants, if His Highness is no longer here, they will definitely not be able to escape death." The chamberlain put his hands on his hands and said calmly, "Gentlemen are all talented people. It would be a pity to die. Keep the talents of gentlemen."
, when it is always beneficial to the country and the people, if it can benefit the country and the people, even if it helps His Highness Prince Qing, His Highness will definitely be willing to do it."
"It's still too late to leave now. Even if someone has arranged the arrangement outside, I can still fight my way out if I try my best. If it's too late, I'll wait for His Highness..."
The chamberlain stopped here and looked up at the sky.
There is still one last ray of sunlight on the horizon.
"...It's too late..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was the sound of footsteps in the house.
"Come here, we have used up the needles. Please carry His Highness out." The boy shouted.
The daylight disappeared on the earth, the lights in the room were lit, and the people watching around the bed were shadowy under the lights.
"Your Highness, Your Highness?"
Under the gaze of everyone, the chamberlain knelt in front of the bed and called softly.
Prince Jin'an, who was lying on the couch, showed no response.
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Doctor Li again.
"My face is still green and black, after all..." one person gritted his teeth and whispered.
Doctor Li had a sullen face and said nothing, just looking at the person on the couch.
The body of Prince Jin'an who was lying on the couch began to tremble slightly.
"I'm going to vomit!"
Everyone was already familiar with this reaction, and they immediately shouted in panic, and their hearts sank.
If you still have to vomit, then there is no hope.
"No!" The chamberlain, who was kneeling beside the couch and holding a spittoon, suddenly shouted, "No! Your Highness did not vomit blood!"
No vomiting blood?
Everyone rushed over and saw that Prince Jin'an was shaking slightly as he was lying on the couch. His undulating chest slowly calmed down. There was only some saliva flowing out of the corners of his mouth, not the frightening black and red color before.
"Mr. Li! Does this mean..." Everyone looked at Dr. Li and asked with trembling voices.
Doctor Li nodded and stretched out his hand to feel for his pulse.
"Okay, finally, we got back from the Palace of Hell once again." He straightened up and exhaled.
Everyone was instantly ecstatic. Before they could ask any more questions, Doctor Li fell down with a thud.
There was a sudden chaos in the room.
"... Doctor Li fainted with joy..."
"...No, no, my master is exhausted..."
"...Please quickly invite the imperial doctor to see Dr. Li..."
"We can send a message to the palace, but we have to see what kind of words they are going to make up to whitewash the peace..."
"Let's wait until tomorrow, just in case..."
"...What if it doesn't work?"
"...No, if the thief's heart persists... there are so many people in our house who can't stand it..."
While he was talking, someone rushed in from outside.
"Sir, Mrs. Cheng is here."
The door was slammed shut, and Cheng Jiaoniang took a step back slightly. The light in front of the door had not yet been lit, and her whole body was shrouded in the dim night.
She raised her hand and knocked on the door again.
"Stop knocking!"
Someone said at the door.
"I came here at invitation." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Someone seemed to be sneering inside the door, and then the door opened.
"Ms. Cheng is joking." The man looked at her, "Didn't you already refuse?"
Cheng Jiaoniang looked at him.
"See the person first, then talk about the matter." She said, raising her foot to enter.
Four or five long swords were drawn out of their sheaths and pointed at her.
"Ms. Cheng, thank you very much." The man said lightly, "There's no need for it now."
"Is he okay?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
"Yes, your highness, it's okay." The man said with a smile.
It's okay...
Cheng Jiaoniang said oh and stepped forward again.
"I'd better take a look," she said.
She stepped forward, and the man holding the sword across from her also stepped forward. The sword shone coldly under the lantern.
"Ms. Cheng, you don't need to read it." The man looked at her, "We don't believe you."
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Looking at the man who turned back, other people in the room came over to greet him.
"Is it really Mrs. Cheng?" they asked.
The man nodded.
"Why don't you invite her to come and take a look? Maybe His Highness can recover faster." One person said after hesitation.
Mr. Gu, who was standing in the hall, smiled with a hint of ridicule.
"Why don't you think that she is just worried that His Highness will recover soon, so she comes now?" He said, "The news of His Highness's death has not been reported for so long. Maybe some people are worried. Can you guarantee that she will not do anything wrong if she gets close to His Highness?"
Is it disadvantageous for Your Highness?"
The man smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Even though she is well-known for her magical skills." Mr. Gu continued, looking outside the door, where the lights in the courtyard were lighting up one by one, "but she is not a reliable person for His Highness. If you really rely on her for this matter, Your Highness will
He is already dead at this time, why do you think His Highness will recover faster."
Everyone present nodded, there was movement in the room, and people rushed in.
The newly arrived imperial doctor was diagnosing the pulse of Prince Jin'an. Prince Jin'an seemed to be waking up, but in the end he struggled for a moment and fell into sleep again.
"How is your highness?" Everyone asked nervously again.
The imperial doctor nodded.
"Although it is dangerous, my life is safe," he said.
Two reliable people have said this, and everyone's hearts have finally settled.
"We have reliable people and we trust our people, so there is no need for Mrs. Cheng to come in again." Mr. Gu said in a deep voice.
The people in the room responded yes.
"It's just..." The man who went out first thought of something and said.
"Just what?" Mr. Gu asked.
"It's just that Mrs. Cheng looks a little weird." The man hesitated and said.
eccentric?
"I knew she was weird!" Mr. Gu raised his eyebrows, "We must not let her in. If she dares to break in, we will kill her."
No, it's not this weird, it's her description...
The man opened his mouth to speak.
"His Highness must never be allowed to go on business trips again." Mr. Gu continued.
Yes, His Highness can no longer go on business trips. This is the most important thing.
The man swallowed his words, nodded and turned around to go out.
Except for the imperial doctor who stayed behind, everyone in the room retreated. The maid stepped forward to tidy up the bedding, and suddenly she saw the body of Prince Jin'an shaking slightly.
"Imperial doctor." The maid shouted in a trembling voice.
The imperial doctor hurried over and watched as Prince Jin'an's hand slowly moved on the couch, and finally found something that didn't move.
The doctor and the maid looked at each other.
The maid carefully turned over Prince Jin'an's hand and saw that his hand was clenched and clearly saw what was held in it. Both the maid and the imperial doctor were a little surprised.
"Why is it a piece of wood?" the imperial doctor whispered, "hasn't His Highness's bed been tidied?"
The maid hurriedly shook her head and did not dare to say anything more. She stretched out her hand to take out the piece of wood, but Prince Jin'an seemed to notice it and tightened her grip.
"Forget it, just hold it. Maybe the pain is severe, but it might as well relieve it." The imperial doctor whispered.
In response, the maid put Prince Jin'an's hand back under the quilt and lowered the curtain.
The room was silent and the night was dark.
Looking at the door that was closed and never opened, the woman in front of the door slowly turned around and stood on the steps looking towards the night-shrouded street.
It's actually a good thing not to use her words.
Yes, it's a good thing.
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