Half an hour later,
He carried roasted pigeon and pear blossom wine back to Baici Manor, with one person on his horse.
Zhong Yuan was so shaken that his whole body felt like it was about to fall apart, and he didn't dare to say anything.
Seeing that the horse had stopped, he hurriedly and clumsily dismounted and bowed.
"Your Highness, is the person you wish to treat here?"
Mo Yunhan raised his hand to make a shushing gesture, and looked at him to wait again.
He then leaped and landed on the roof ridge on the side.
At this moment, Jiang Qingwan sat cross-legged in the main hall, and the black aura had almost completely dissipated.
He concentrated his inner strength at his fingertips and pointed at something in the air.
Jiang Qingwan collapsed to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
Only after doing all this did he return to Zhong Yuan's side.
"Come in with me."
As he spoke, he pushed open the door first.
After Zhong Yuan went inside, the door was immediately closed again.
As soon as Zhong Yuan entered the courtyard, he couldn't help but rub his arms.
Why is this courtyard so cold?
Mo Yunhan didn't explain, but quickly walked into the main hall and carried Jiang Qingwan out.
There was simply no place to put him in the yard, so he just carried him in his arms.
"Come here and let me take your pulse."
Zhong Yuan thought that Mo Yunhan was hiding another woman.
Upon getting closer, they realized it was Jiang Qingwan and were immediately taken aback.
Quickly lift the person's wrist through their clothes with your elbow and carefully take their pulse.
The more he examined her, the more his brow furrowed.
After a long while, he withdrew his finger, his expression grave, and asked, "Your Highness, how could the Princess Consort be so badly injured?"
"Injured?"
Mo Yunhan was greatly surprised.
Jiang Qingwan was galloping on her horse just moments before, how could she suddenly be injured?
Zhong Yuan nodded.
"The internal injuries are extremely severe, and all the internal organs have been damaged. The princess must be suffering immense pain to have fallen into a coma."
Mo Yunhan frowned slightly.
"It was I who put her to sleep by pressing her pressure point, and she just went horseback riding with me at the Royal Horse Ranch and showed no signs of injury."
Zhong Yuan was stunned.
An unbelievable second pulse diagnosis.
"Something's not right. I didn't misdiagnose her; she is indeed severely injured. Her pulse doesn't lie. How could someone be so badly injured and still be able to ride a horse around like a normal person?"
Mo Yunhan voiced the question that had been lingering in his mind.
"Is it possible that these injuries were concealed by the Taoist magic of the Xuanmen sect?"
Zhong Yuan seemed to have thought of something, slapped his forehead, and exclaimed excitedly,
“Your Highness is right. The Princess is different from others and cannot be understood by ordinary standards. But I am a doctor, and have practiced medicine for many years. I have also seen Taoist priests come to treat injuries. They can indeed temporarily hide injuries, making one appear as if they are not suffering from pain. But the human body is not the body of an immortal, nor is it made of stone or iron. Their methods only treat the symptoms, not the root cause. Once the body can no longer withstand it, even the most powerful magic will be useless, just like back then…”
He spoke with great emotion, but then abruptly stopped.
Her eyes darted around, not daring to look at Mo Yunhan.
Mo Yunhan coldly replied, "Just like my mother back then, wasn't she?"
Zhong Yuan immediately knelt on the ground.
"Your Highness, everyone had their own difficulties back then, and we were indeed at a loss as to what to do about your mother."
Mo Yunhan's heart ached terribly.
It felt as if a sharp blade was cutting me, slice by slice.
No wonder Jiang Qingwan has become so strange.
They even forget many things.
It turned out that all her spiritual power was being used to suppress these injuries.
And these injuries...
Those indistinct voices echoed in his mind again.
These injuries were in order to save him.
His fingers slowly clenched, as if afraid of hurting Jiang Qingwan in his arms.
The finger bones were deathly white.
"So, what about you now? Can you save me?"
Zhong Yuan asked anxiously, "Doesn't Your Highness know the divine physician Luo Tian? Even he can't help?"
Mo Yunhan's expression darkened further.
The legendary healer Luo Tian is Jiang Qingwan's senior brother.
If there were a way, how could we not save them?
Seeing his expression, Zhong Yuan thought that Mo Yunhan would not be able to find Luo Tian for a while.
After all, the legendary healer Luo Tian was elusive and difficult to find.
He looked at the unconscious Jiang Qingwan.
He couldn't help but sigh.
"Your Highness, since your mother passed away, I have never been able to get over this hurdle in my heart. It has been a regret in my heart for so many years. Although I know that the dead cannot be brought back to life, I still couldn't help but search for various medical books. I did find some clues, but I don't know if they will be effective."
"you say."
Mo Yunhan immediately pressed for an answer, saying that as long as there was a way, there was hope.
Zhong Yuan asked, "Does Your Highness know about the Seven-Colored Phoenix Grass?"
Mo Yunhan was stunned.
"Are you talking about the Seven-Colored Phoenix, the supreme treasure of the Free and Unfettered Sword Sect?"
Zhong Yuan nodded. "Yes, that's it. The Free and Unfettered Sword Sect has a spiritual pool, one side of which is as cold as ice and the other side is as hot as fire. This seven-colored phoenix grows near the spiritual pool and is watered by the two kinds of spiritual water every day. It is said that it can connect yin and yang and can reshape the physical body! If it can be used as medicine, the princess's damaged organs should be able to recover."
"But this Free and Unfettered Sword Sect..."
“I will retrieve it.” Mo Yunhan interrupted him. “Doctor Zhong, please return. Do not inform the Princess Consort of this matter. Since she does not wish me to know, then I will remain ignorant.”
Zhong Yuan felt a pang of sorrow and immediately cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.
"Yes, I understand."
After saying that, he picked up his medicine box, bowed, and left.
Mo Yunhan looked down at the woman sleeping peacefully in his arms, his eyes reddening.
Since his mother's death, he has never cried again. Even when a spear pierced his arm on the battlefield, he did not shed a single tear.
But at this moment, he could no longer hold back.
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