Chapter 24: Poison Fire Shocking Changes After finishing speaking, he turned his gaze to Liu Yeshu,...
[This poison is very cold in nature. According to the Herbal Encyclopedia, it can be treated with the following methods...]
The system listed the herbal formulas and usage methods in detail, and Liu Yeshu immediately ordered people to prepare the herbs.
"All of you," she said in a deep voice, "go to the pharmacy immediately and get one portion each of safflower, angelica, Chuanxiong, peach kernel, salvia miltiorrhiza, astragalus, and ginseng. Hurry."
After the fire-fighting incident, the servants in the mansion had already implicitly trusted Liu Yeshu's command. After hearing this, they ran to the pharmacy without saying a word.
Liu Yeshu hurried to the kitchen, found ginger and cinnamon twigs from the storage cabinet, chopped them together with the other medicinal herbs, put them into a porcelain bowl, added half a liter of water, boiled them over high heat until boiling, then simmered them over low heat.
"Chun Xing, this medicine needs to be cooked for another quarter of an hour. You stay here and watch it without leaving for a moment. Send it to the front hall immediately when it's ready." When tidying the house before, Liu Yeshu noticed that this Chun Xing was the sister of the chubby little maid. She was nimble and quick, and did her work meticulously.
After completing her instructions, she hurried back to the front hall, where she found an elderly man leaning over to take Qi Yu's pulse. His beard was gray, but neatly trimmed. He was dressed simply and neatly. A small medicine bag hung from his waist, emitting a faint herbal aroma. Beside the bed, a familiar figure caught her eye—it was the attendant who had accompanied Qi Yu on the mountain that day.
The attendant obviously recognized her. His originally tense face relaxed a little. He quickly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Miss Liu, this is Lord Du Heng, the medical officer of the military camp. He is very skilled in medicine." He then wanted to ask something but swallowed it back.
Liu Yeshu understood and nodded slightly in response. She approached the bed carefully, trying not to disturb the medical officer's diagnosis.
Seeing this, the attendant whispered to Liu Yeshu, "Miss Liu, the general..."
Liu Yeshu lowered his voice and replied, "I am currently the general's personal chef. This happened suddenly, so I had someone prepare some medicine, which will be here in a moment."
Du Heng turned his head and looked at Liu Yeshu, who immediately fell silent.
After a while, Du Heng raised his head, his expression solemn. Liu Yeshu and the attendant held their breath, awaiting the doctor's diagnosis.
Du Heng said, "The poison is already deep, and acupuncture is required immediately."
As the last silver needle pierced the acupuncture point, Qi Yu sat up suddenly and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Du Heng saw this and hurried forward to support him, while signaling the maid to bring a clean cloth.
Liu Yeshu and the attendant exchanged a worried look. The attendant stepped forward and was about to speak, but Liu Yeshu shook her head slightly, signaling him not to disturb the doctor's treatment.
The attendant understood and stepped back half a step to make more space for the medical officer. However, his eyes kept shifting between Qi Yu and Liu Yeshu, worried about Qi Yu's safety and curious about Liu Yeshu's behavior.
Du Heng took the patient's pulse for a long time, his brow furrowing ever tighter. Finally, he sighed deeply and slowly stood up.
"How?" the servant asked anxiously.
Du Heng shook his head. "Although his life is not in danger, the poison is extremely severe. Whether he can wake up depends on the general's luck..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chun Xing came hurriedly with a steaming hot medicine. Liu Yeshu quickly stepped forward to take it, and was about to approach the bed when Du Heng stopped him.
"Wait a minute!" Du Heng's eyes, though slightly cloudy due to age, were still bright and sharp. He shouted sharply, "Girl, what is this?"
Liu Yeshu explained honestly: "This is the detoxification soup I prepared."
Upon hearing this, Du Heng's face changed, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and between his brows deepened. "Nonsense! The general is seriously ill, how can you use medicine recklessly?"
Liu Yeshu said anxiously, "Doctor, this prescription..."
Du Heng interrupted impatiently, "You're just a cook, what do you know about medicine? If something goes wrong, can you bear the consequences?"
Seeing this, the attendant hesitated and said, "Master Du, Miss Liu..."
Du Heng waved his hand to stop them: "I know you mean well, but this concerns the General's life, how can we treat it as a joke?"
Liu Yeshu bit her lip, a trace of struggle in her eyes. She looked at Qi Yu, who was unconscious on the bed, then at the medicine in her hand, and was in a dilemma.
At this moment, the person on the bed suddenly let out a faint groan. Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to him, and the atmosphere in the room became tense again.
Du Heng took Qi Yu's pulse again. Although his hands were trembling slightly, he was remarkably steady when he felt Qi Yu's pulse. "Not good, the general's condition has worsened!"
The attendant's face changed drastically when he heard this. He looked at the anxious Liu Yeshu, then at the serious medical officer. His throat tightened for a moment, and his brows were filled with anxiety.
Liu Yeshu took a deep breath and suddenly stepped forward: "Please give me a chance. If there is any mistake, I am willing to accept the punishment."
Du Heng was about to say something more when the attendant suddenly spoke up, "Let her try. She once assisted the general in treating a woman bitten by a venomous snake in the mountains, so she has some knowledge of medicine."
The room fell into a brief silence, everyone's eyes fell on the bowl of steaming medicine, and an invisible pressure seemed to echo in the air.
The medical officer pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Well, there's really no other way right now. But..." He looked at Liu Yeshu seriously, "Please tell me the prescription in detail, just in case."
Liu Yeshu breathed a sigh of relief and told the doctor the prescriptions one by one. After hearing them, the doctor's frown gradually relaxed.
"This recipe... does have some tricks. It's similar to what I've seen in ancient books. However, that book is damaged and missing some parts. Could it be..." The medical officer muttered to himself, then nodded to Liu Yeshu, "Come on."
Liu Yeshu leaned over to Qi Yu's bedside, her palms slightly sweaty. When her cool fingertips touched his forehead, a wave of unease welled up in her heart. Carefully, she supported the back of his head and slowly lifted him up, fearing to disturb his injuries. Qi Yu's breathing was shallow, and his pale face, reflected in the dim light, looked even more sickly.
Just moments after the medicinal soup entered his throat, Qi Yu's face suddenly turned crimson, as if drenched in blood. His entire face seemed to be on fire, burning with a frightening heat. Liu Yeshu, standing nearby, witnessed this strange change, her heart suddenly tightening, even her breathing stagnating for a moment. Qi Yu's body suddenly trembled violently, as if he were in extreme pain. A low whimper escaped his throat, as if he could not withstand the impact of the drug.
Just as everyone was at a loss, Qi Yu suddenly started coughing violently, his chest heaving violently, as if a huge weight was pressing down on him, making it impossible to breathe. Liu Yeshu subconsciously wanted to step forward to support him, but before her hand could reach him, Qi Yu suddenly straightened his upper body, sat up abruptly, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood!
The bright red blood drew a thrilling arc, splattering on the white bedding, instantly staining it red, shocking the eyes. A fishy and sweet smell filled the air, and the entire room seemed to be silent, as if suppressed by this sudden change. Only Qi Yu's heavy breathing was particularly clear in this dead silence.
Liu Yeshu froze in place, watching the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and his heart suddenly turned cold.
"Not good!" Du Heng exclaimed, his face suddenly changing color as he hurried forward to check Qi Yu's pulse. His fingertips touched Qi Yu's wrist, his brow furrowing ever tighter, his eyes thick with worry. The atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely tense, as if even the air had frozen.
The medical officer's face turned ashen. He turned around abruptly, his eyes like knives sweeping towards Liu Yeshu, and he scolded her harshly: "Look at what you have done! This prescription is simply harmful! What are your intentions?" His voice rolled like thunder, with uncontrollable anger and accusations, as if pushing Liu Yeshu into the abyss in an instant.
Liu Yeshu's face was pale, as if all her strength had been drained from her. Her hands clenched tightly around her sleeves, her knuckles turning white. Her lips trembled slightly as she tried to explain, but her throat felt like it was clogged, making it nearly impossible to utter a word. After a moment, she struggled to straighten herself. Her voice, though trembling, still held a hint of stubbornness. "Doctor, please observe for a moment. This might be the effect of the medicine..."
"Shut up!" the medical officer interrupted her harshly, his brows brimming with fury. "Sure enough, I should have suspected you long ago! I'm afraid you just made that prescription up on the spur of the moment. Tell me, where did you get it from? What are your intentions?!" His questioning was sharp and stern, each word piercing Liu Yeshu like a dagger, making it almost unbearable for her.
A chill ran down Liu Yeshu's spine, and a cold sweat broke out. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, but faced with the medical officer's questioning and the chaos before her, she was at a loss for words.
At this moment, the attendant suddenly exclaimed: "General! The general is awake!"
Everyone's eyes immediately turned to the bed. Qi Yu slowly opened his eyes. Although his gaze was still a little confused, he had obviously regained consciousness.
One of the attendants rushed to the bedside: "General, how do you feel?"
Qi Yu frowned slightly, as if trying to adapt to his surroundings. His eyes swept over everyone in the room, finally stopping at Liu Yeshu.
"Water..." Qi Yu said weakly.
Liu Yeshu immediately brought a bowl of warm water and carefully helped Qi Yu drink it. After Qi Yu finished drinking the water, he took a deep breath and said in a hoarse but clear voice: "I feel much better."
Du Heng felt Qi Yu's pulse again in disbelief. After a moment, his expression changed from shock to surprise: "This... This is incredible, the pulse has returned to normal!"
These words were like a thunderclap, shaking everyone present. The attendant's worry finally dissipated, replaced by an unconcealable sense of relief. Liu Yeshu stood aside, the heavy weight finally dropping from her heart. Her hand holding the empty bowl trembled slightly, and her eyes flushed slightly.
Qi Yu said weakly, "I'm... okay?" There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, "You saved me?"
Liu Yeshu held back her tears and shook her head, "General, you are too kind. I only prepared the medicine. The real credit goes to Doctor Du. Without the acupuncture and treatment provided by Doctor Du, my medicine would not have been effective."
Upon hearing this, the medical officer said sternly, "Miss Liu, you're too modest. I have some medical skills, but if it weren't for your prescription, the general would have been unlikely to wake up." He paused, a look of forgiveness on his face. "To be honest, Miss Liu's contribution this time cannot be underestimated. I'm old, and my experience is not as good as that of the young. I'm afraid I'll need to seek more advice from Miss Liu in the future."
Liu Yeshu lowered his head slightly, not daring to take credit for it.
Qi Yu lay in bed, his frail body still not fully recovered, but his eyes were clear and sharp. He listened quietly to the conversation between the medical officer and Liu Yeshu, his eyes moving back and forth between them, and a faint smile gradually appeared on his face. After the medical officer finished speaking, he nodded gently. Although his voice was still a little hoarse, his tone was firm and powerful: "You two are both heroes."
After saying that, he turned his gaze to Liu Yeshu, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised with a hint of amusement and appreciation: "You are quite courageous."
Liu Yeshu recalled it, still feeling a pang of fear in her heart. She reluctantly bowed and said, "I was reckless. I will be more careful next time."
Will you not dare to do it next time? Qi Yu wanted to laugh, but he held it back. After he held it back, the smile spread to the depths of his lungs, inexplicably causing a cough.
Seeing this, Du Heng patted Qi Yu's back, his brows furrowed slightly, a hint of blame and concern in his eyes: "General, you've just recovered from the poison, and your body hasn't recovered yet. You still need to rest well and don't overexert yourself." He withdrew his hand, his tone unable to conceal the complaint and heartache, "You've volunteered to go to the battlefield since you were sixteen. Three years have passed, and every time you return from a campaign, you've incurred new injuries before the old ones have healed. This time, you almost lost your life! Over the years, the pain has gradually accumulated. If you don't take care of yourself, I'm afraid you will be left with irreversible illness in the future."
He glanced at Liu Yeshu, then looked at Qi Yu, "We don't want to disturb you any further. General, you need to rest assured. Going forward, you should follow Miss Liu's prescription every day to slowly recover your strength." He saluted and withdrew.
Liu Yeshu nodded. There were some things she wanted to say, but after thinking about it, she felt that it would be okay to say it later, so she stood up, but suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from outside.
"General! This is bad!" A servant came running over and said breathlessly, "Yang Qing... Yang Qing has escaped!"
Upon hearing this, Qi Yu tried to stand up, but Liu Yeshu gently held him down. With a look of instruction from him, Liu Yeshu asked for him, "How did you escape?"
The servant wiped the sweat from his forehead and said hurriedly, "General, the fire had just been put out and the mansion was in chaos. The guards guarding Yang Qing were knocked unconscious by someone, and when they woke up, Yang Qing was nowhere to be found."
Qi Yu frowned, turned to his attendant and said in a deep voice: "Send someone to search immediately. Don't let him escape from Ning'an County."
"Yes!" the attendant responded and was about to turn around and leave when Qi Yu called him back.
"Wait," Qi Yu paused for a moment, "pass on my order to keep the news secret. If anyone asks, just say Yang Qing died in the fire."
The attendant was startled for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening and bowed, "I understand."
After the attendants left, the room fell silent, its atmosphere remarkably tranquil, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of wind outside the window, gently brushing against the paper windows. Qi Yu breathed a sigh of relief, slowly closing his eyes and leaning against the headboard, a trace of fatigue evident. Although he had just recovered from the poison, his body had yet to fully recover, and waves of weakness would occasionally overtake him, forcing him to remain silent for a moment to catch his breath.
After a while, Qi Yu opened his eyes, his gaze slightly focused, as if he had made some kind of decision. He slowly raised his head and looked in Liu Yeshu's direction, his expression solemn and tentative.
"You also know about Butler Zhao's situation," Qi Yu said in a slightly hoarse voice, "He is seriously ill now and is temporarily unable to handle the affairs of the mansion." He paused here, his gaze lingering on Liu Yeshu's face for a moment, and then continued.
"Would you be willing to take over the stewardship during this period?"
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