Xihe narrowed his eyes: "Song Mo?"

Behind the layers of curtains, a man pushed a wheelchair out, smiling, "Second sister, long time no see."

Xihe: “…”

Looking at the prince whose condition was gradually stabilizing on the bed, and then looking at Song Mo who was looking at him with interest, Xihe fell silent for a rare time.

So, why is this guy here too?

Xiaowu quickly got up and stood in front of Song Mo, staring at Xihe vigilantly.

Xihe glanced at him, and after a brief silence, he walked straight to the prince, took out a silver needle and started acupuncture.

Xiao Wu was anxious: "Master!"

Song Mo raised his hand and pushed the wheelchair forward: "I didn't expect that my second sister also knows medicine?"

Xi He frowned and ignored him. Song Mo didn't care either. He continued talking to himself and even leaned over to take a closer look. Then he nodded: "So it can be done this way. Why didn't I think of it? Second sister, you are amazing!"

The prince was hit in the chest by an arrow, but the most serious thing was the poison on the arrow.

The poison was extremely toxic and spread rapidly once it entered the body. The imperial doctors were helpless and went to the next yard to discuss.

Although Song Mo was an excellent doctor, he could only temporarily control the disease and could not completely solve it.

The sweat on Xihe's forehead dripped down. Song Mo raised his sleeve to wipe it for her. Xihe paused and looked up at him.

Song Mo pursed his lips and smiled: "Second sister, pay attention. Whether the prince can survive depends on you."

Xihe glanced at him indifferently, lowered his head and continued to give acupuncture.

The whole room was silent, with the occasional sound of soldiers patrolling outside the courtyard. The sky was dark, and Xiangguo Temple was extremely quiet, while the imperial city was in a state of panic and noise.

The whole city was covered in armor, and the assassin was being searched for everywhere, and every household cried out in alarm.

In the Jiang family courtyard, Old Man Jiang was running around anxiously. When he heard the knock on the door, he jumped up and ran to open it: "Big Boy, have you found the person?"

I looked behind him, but there was nothing there.

He immediately slapped his thigh and lamented, "Where on earth did this damn girl go? She's really worrying me."

Song Yu frowned tightly, but still tried to comfort him: "Grandpa, don't worry, just stay at home and watch over her. I'll go look for her again. Yue'er is smart and nothing will happen to her."

With that, he turned and walked out into the night again, sword in hand.

Old Master Jiang hurriedly chased after him: "You must be careful too, don't let anything happen to you." As the man walked away, his old face was filled with worry.

Madam Xu wiped her tears with her sleeves, and kept saying that it was all her fault.

At Xiangguo Temple, Xihe took out the silver needles one by one and put them in a box. Then he turned to look at Song Mo: "Brother, why are you here?"

His sudden return to the capital had already aroused suspicion, and now he came to rescue the prince.

Could it be... Xihe stared at him suspiciously.

Song Mo took a cup of hot tea and handed it over. Xi He didn't take it and looked at him expressionlessly. Song Mo raised an eyebrow and put it down: "Of course, you came to help the Crown Prince when he was in danger. Isn't it the second sister who did it?"

Xihe: “…”

Of course she was, but the question is, how could you, a person without any official title, have the qualifications to enter the Spring Terrace and discover that the prince had been assassinated? In this case, it means that you got the news in advance.

And where did he get this news?

Xihe narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Of course..."

Bang——

"Doctor Zhang, please."

The gate opened and a series of footsteps came from far away.

The two looked at each other, Song Mo's face became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiao Wu!" With a "sorry", he took Xihe in his arms around the waist. Xiao Wu quickly stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair into the curtain behind the bed.

Xihe’s eyes widened, thinking to herself, “You’re done if I just hide here?”

The next second, Song Mo pressed something down, and there was a slight sound from the floor. The three of them, along with their wheelchairs, fell straight into the cave.

The feeling of weightlessness came over Xihe, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

With a muffled groan, the man groaned in pain: "Second sister, spare me~" Xihe blushed, and quickly got up and looked around, only then did he realize that he was in a cave.

It was a dark cave with oil lamps on the wall and a tunnel extending deep into the cave.

Xihe turned around and saw Song Mo being helped up by Xiaowu. He turned his head and looked at her, his voice full of smiles: "Second sister, let's go?"

The place where I fell was covered with a thick mat, so I didn't feel any pain at all. This person did it on purpose.

Xihe glanced at him and looked at the wooden board above.

At this moment, footsteps were heard above the floor, as well as the eunuchs' exclamations, followed by a chaotic noise.

Xihe guessed that he must have discovered that the waiter in the house had fainted.

The person has been rescued, the poison in the prince's body has been basically eliminated, and she even treated the wound on his chest. The next step is to deal with the prince's party.

Xihe turned around and followed Song Mo. If this couldn't save his life, then it would be useless.

Along the way, Song Mo was like a canal with the floodgates opened, chattering non-stop, which was completely inconsistent with his initial taciturn personality.

After exiting the tunnel, there is a small farmyard.

Song Mo: "It's late at night, and the city must be in chaos. Second sister, why don't you stay in the yard for one night and go back tomorrow?"

Xihe shook his head: "No need, grandpa will worry."

Song Mo stopped talking and just nodded to Xiao Wu, asking him to escort the person back safely.

The courtyard is not big, with several guards in black standing around. The man is sitting in a wheelchair with a smile on his face, and behind him is a thatched hut standing quietly.

Xihe took two steps, stopped, and looked at his legs hesitantly: "Your legs..."

Since you are such a good doctor, why don’t you heal your leg?

Song Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his numb legs: "This is a disease I've had since childhood. It's been twenty years and it can't be cured."

"However, if it's my second sister, there might still be a chance."

Looking at Xihe, he smiled without saying a word.

Xihe suddenly found it funny that he had such a little thought.

She walked over and squatted, saying, "Do you mind if I lift up your trouser leg?" Her hand had already lifted up the trouser leg and was carefully examining the condition of her calf.

The muscles are atrophied and I touched them, but they seemed to have no feeling.

Song Mo let her do what she wanted with a gentle smile on his face. He answered whatever she asked. Finally, Xihe lowered his trouser legs and stood up. "Nerve damage, even if it can be cured, will not be cured overnight. You must be mentally prepared."

Xiaowu was the first to exclaim, "Can it really be cured?"

The servants nearby were also excited and stared at Xihe nervously. Xihe looked at Song Mo. The man's expression remained unchanged, but his hand holding the folding fan was so tight that his fingertips turned white.

Xihe nodded: "I'm 80% sure."

Several servants looked at each other, their faces flushed with excitement. Finally, they stepped forward and bowed down, "Please, Second Miss, heal my master's leg! From now on, you will be our brothers' great benefactor. If you have any orders, you must obey!"

Xihe waved his hand and only made an appointment with Song Mo for the treatment time.