Chapter 039 Life and death are determined by fate... I accept it

Qin Zhaoyue once again became the target of public criticism.

Her nostrils twitched and she felt a little sore in her eyes, just like the reaction of the elderly person in the clinic when the ventilator stopped working.

"You expected that, didn't you?"

"It was originally a last resort, so it's only natural that it would fail."

The next moment, Qin Zhaoyue's eyes passed across the old man's face, and he turned and walked straight out.

Sui Mo reacted first and stood in front of her. The members of the Mo Group protected her on both sides, and the team in front subconsciously made way for her.

Qin Zhaoqiong opened her mouth, worried that her sister was overstimulated. Just as she was about to say something to comfort her, she saw that she was not going to leave. Instead, she picked up the silk cloth and dipped it in the liquor.

According to the previous statement, this is to disinfect the needle tip.

The team fell silent for a moment, then immediately became agitated upon seeing this.

"Your Highness!" The young general from Xuan Gesi immediately stepped forward, "You must not continue like this."

Someone immediately seconded the suggestion, "People have died from this treatment, proving that this method is not feasible."

Everyone followed, "Yes, Your Highness..."

Because of the eldest princess's obvious protection, they did not say anything too harsh.

But the meaning is very clear, I firmly disagree to try it again!

They are not stupid. They keep blocking it even when the doctor says it might be effective.

If he was saved, it would be the Sixth Prince's credit. If he was not saved, they would probably be punished together.

A considerable number of officials in the court adhered to one principle: not to seek merit but to avoid mistakes.

So even if it is annoying, you still have to give advice.

If something really happens, you can use this as an excuse.

Qin Zhaoyue pretended not to hear and continued to wipe the needle tip with liquor.

The eldest princess did not respond to the officials, her eyes fixed on her younger sister.

She had indeed been overwhelmed by a huge surprise just now, and she had thought her sister was just being modest, but now there was a living example before her...

If conventional methods are used, whether acupuncture or medication, it would be a credit if 30% of the patients could be saved.

But my sister's method was too shocking, and neither the imperial physicians nor the old doctors in the folk had ever heard of it.

So what if we save 30%? Without cases, everyone will only focus on the 70% that died!

If someone is interested, it can be used to attack at any time.

Qin Zhaoqiong strode towards her sister, "Zhaoyue, stop, you've tried your best."

Only one person died, and the person was already on the verge of death. With the previous merits of water purification as a foundation and her guarantee, it would not cause any waves.

Qin Zhaoyue's hands kept moving.

Although it is not as good as the needle for injection, the material used for this hidden weapon is very good and can withstand high temperatures.

After wiping it with liquor, she placed it in boiling water, trying to be as thorough as possible.

Hearing what her elder sister said, Qin Zhaoyue said calmly:

"If there is another way, I can stop; if not, I will not stop."

His tone was calm, but there was a resounding power in it, a side of him that Qin Zhaoqiong had never seen before.

"I can wait until Doctor Jiang determines that the patient is in the dying state and beyond help before using this method.

We should try our best to save as many people as possible.”

Qin Zhaoyue is not stupid and knows the possible impact of this incident.

But I have to thank the original body again. The image she has created over the years is already bad enough. If it gets any worse... how much worse can it get?

Her starting point was to save people. Would the Queen Mother kill her if she knew?

She is a royal family member and has no intention of becoming the heir to the throne, so at most she will be punished.

Damage to her reputation? Haha... she can handle it.

Qin Zhaoqiong was speechless for a moment. She had never thought that her sixth sister would be so persistent.

She could call on her personal soldiers to forcibly drive them away, even if the Qingluan Guards tried to stop them, but she hesitated to speak.

At this moment, Jiang Qingpu, who had recovered, spoke:

"It works, this method is useful!"

He had just taken the old man's pulse and could feel that it was calm.

"The patient was too weak to bear it..."

"It's not uncommon for me to resort to extraordinary measures and adjust the prescription and dosage at the last minute.

Although the Sixth Princess's methods are unique, they are essentially the same.

If you want to put the blame on her for this, I have already killed hundreds of patients!"

After finally seeing some hope, Jiang Qingpu said he would never give up.

Maybe it's an exaggeration, but there's no other way, right?

Imperial Physician Fang, who had fiercely refuted before, hesitated and ultimately did not speak again.

He also took the old man's pulse and confirmed that his condition had improved. As for why he died suddenly... maybe it was really as the doctor said?

But having been in the palace for many years, he knew very well that "the more you talk, the more mistakes you make", and sometimes he would rather not make mistakes than be radical.

Therefore, Imperial Physician Fang did not respond and chose to protect himself.

At this time, Meng Jian had already stepped down from the bed and spoke for the first time, "The patient's internal dryness has indeed subsided."

He had used true Qi to investigate two days ago. Although he did not understand pharmacology, he was impressed by the direct feedback from true Qi. Comparing the before and after results, he could see obvious differences.

Many officials present looked sideways.

It is understandable that Dr. Jiang is desperate, but why would Deputy Commander Meng offer his support?

"What are you arguing about..."

At some point, the thin young man in the dark of the eaves regained consciousness.

He was young and strong, and when he couldn't stand the dryness in his chest and abdomen, he would scratch it without thinking. There was no healthy skin left on his chest.

The wound that has just been bandaged will soon be torn into pieces and bloody again.

As a last resort, Jiang Qingpu had to tie him up with burlap to avoid subsequent injuries.

Seeing everyone's attention focused on him, the young man smiled, which was extremely rare in the lifeless room.

"Sister...I'm willing to give it a try..."

Qin Zhaoyue was stunned and turned around to meet the boy's gaze.

It was obvious that he was trying his best to force a warm smile, but his extremely pale face and sunken cheeks made him look rather ferocious.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm about to die... What's there to be afraid of? Why don't you... ask Lao Jiang... how many times can I... wake up?"

He spoke incoherently, beads of sweat running down his cheeks, but he couldn't move because his limbs were tied.

Qin Zhaoyue stood up, handed the syringe to Suimo, walked slowly to the eaves, and wiped the sweat off his face with a clean silk cloth.

When a disease spreads on a large scale, the ones who suffer the most are always the elderly and children.

The ward that was originally for two people was now crammed with four people. Some people left and never came back, coming and going.

There was a cheerful boy who was clearly suffering from torture, but he was always willing to put on a smiling face when he was sober, until...

My chest felt as if there was a stone blocking it, and it was sour and uncomfortable. My chest was heaving, and my brows were furrowed tightly, and I couldn't control the mist that covered my eyes and blurred my vision.

"Sister..." The boy's smile became brighter.

"Life and death are determined by fate... I accept it... while I am still... still conscious..."