Upon hearing this, Song Xizhi knew the matter was urgent. Without hesitation, she nodded to Prince Xiu and said, "Take me there and see if I can help."

Upon hearing this, Prince Xiu finally breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly led Song Xizhi over.

The Tibetan camp was large and not far from Song Xizhi's camp. The body of the Tibetan holy woman had just been brought back and was now lying lifeless in the middle of the camp.

When Song Xizhi entered the Tibetan camp, he saw a burly foreign man kneeling beside the corpse with bloodshot eyes, wailing loudly at the small body.

All the attendants from Tibet knelt behind the Tibetan prince, a vast, dark mass of them kneeling, their faces showing both grief and hatred.

The other imperial physicians huddled helplessly in the corner, looking trembling with fear.

There was only one strangely dressed witch doctor, with a black and red cloth tied around his head and a bead made of white bone hanging around his neck.

At this moment, he was standing with his eyes closed, gesturing wildly, chanting strange incantations beside the corpse.

He was performing a ritual for the saint's soul, hoping her dead body could find peace.

Hearing the mysterious whispers in his ear, Song Xizhi frowned and looked at the saintess lying in the middle of the tent.

The saintess was still very young, looking no more than six or seven years old. At this moment, she was covered in dirt and wetness, with many scratches and cuts on her body.

Her face was pale, her eyes were closed, and she looked lifeless.

When Song Xizhi saw the little girl's appearance clearly, her eyelids twitched, and she was horrified.

Isn't this so-called Tibetan holy woman the little girl that Siqin saved at noon?

At that time, the saintess was being trampled by the crowd. She tried to push forward several times but could not get in. In the end, she asked Siqin to pick up the girl.

She remembered that when she was pushed off the cliff by that mysterious black hand, Siqin was already holding the girl in her arms.

Logically, the girl should be safe by now.

But what exactly happened? How did this girl end up falling into the water?

Song Xizhi's expression hardened, and he hurriedly squeezed past the imperial physician in front of him to reach the little girl's side.

She reached out and touched the girl's skin, finding that the girl was pale, her skin was cold and clammy, her limbs were weak and powerless, and her heartbeat and breathing had completely stopped, making her look like a dead person.

Song Xizhi gritted his teeth, pinching the girl's pulse at her neck with one hand while prying open her tightly closed eyes to observe her pupils.

The girl was no longer responding to anything, and her pupils were dilated.

But Song Xizhi was unwilling to give up. She held her breath and felt her pulse, and found that there was an extremely weak pulse in her carotid artery. When she got close to the girl's body, she could also feel the extremely weak rise and fall of the girl's chest.

The girl may have appeared to be dead due to drowning.

Her movements were so swift that they caught everyone off guard. By the time the Tibetan prince reacted, he saw a mysterious woman lying next to his daughter, groping her.

So before Song Xizhi could make his next move, the back of his neck was grabbed and violently swung around.

"What are you doing? Why are you touching my daughter!"

"You insolent bastards! What exactly are you doing with my daughter's corpse?"

The Tibetan prince's voice was hoarse; his grief made him roar like a wild beast.

Song Xizhi was suddenly thrown to the ground. Feeling a sharp pain in her side, she groaned, enduring the pain, and then spoke:

"No, this is not a corpse. Your daughter is not dead; she is only in a state of apparent death due to drowning!"

If Song Xizhi hadn't noticed something amiss in that fleeting glimpse, he wouldn't have so rashly stepped forward and touched the Tibetan holy woman's body.

She did this because she was certain the girl was still alive.

The idea of ​​feigning death sounds mystical, but Song Xizhi in his previous life had witnessed it firsthand. A man who had drowned was rescued looking lifeless, just like a dead person.

But his master performed a series of rescues on him, causing him to vomit up a lot of water and come back to life.

Her master taught her these methods afterward, saying that it was called cardiopulmonary resuscitation and was applicable to some drowning situations, so she carefully memorized them.

Song Xizhi's words stunned everyone present.

Whether it was the imperial physician huddled in the corner, the horde of Tibetan envoys kneeling on the ground, or even the shaman who kept chanting incantations, everyone stared wide-eyed and mouths agape in utter horror at Song Xizhi's face.

The look of shock on his face made it seem like he had seen a ghost.

Upon hearing Song Xizhi's words, Prince Xiu was overjoyed and immediately calmed down. He hurriedly stepped forward and began to praise Song Xizhi lavishly:

"This is a rare female doctor in Daqian, whose medical skills are unparalleled and whose virtue is highly respected. She has saved many high-ranking officials and nobles in the capital."

"She was destined by fate, and like the holy maiden of Tibet, she fell into the torrent but did not die. She said your daughter didn't die, which means she must have a way to save her!"

King Xiu's narrow eyes widened, and when he looked at the Tibetan prince, his eyes shone brightly, inspiring immense conviction: "Time is life. She wanted to save your daughter, and your daughter gained a glimmer of hope."

"Even just trying it out would be worthwhile. Could things get any worse?"

Upon hearing this, the Tibetan prince hesitated for a moment. When he looked down at his pale-faced daughter, a glimmer of hope appeared in his bloodshot eyes.

"The witch doctor said he has seen the saintess's soul in this tent, yet you say she is still alive? Can you be sure?"

Song Xizhi nodded: "I'm sure my master saved someone like that."

Upon hearing this, the Tibetan prince abruptly stepped forward, frowning as he looked at the witch doctor before him:

"She's not even dead yet! And you're here performing rituals to send her soul to the afterlife? What are you doing?"

The shaman, who had been chanting incantations, changed his expression instantly upon hearing the Tibetan prince's words.

Seeing Song Xizhi's actions, he hurriedly stepped in front of Song Xizhi, his tattooed eyes filled with hatred.

"Those scoundrels killed the saintess! And now they want to defile her body!"

"It was because you were cursed that the landslide occurred, killing the reincarnated holy maiden of Tibet! This is an auspicious omen for Tibet!"

"If your filthy hands touch the Holy Maiden's remains, her soul will never be able to reincarnate back into Tibet! Tibet will then face annihilation!"

The witch doctor's words filled all the Tibetan envoys present with terror, but he continued speaking:

"You not only killed the Tibetan holy maiden, but now you want to imprison her soul! No way! I absolutely cannot agree to this!"