Detoxification
Shen Qianyue nodded slightly to the young disciple: "Thank you for your concern, Valley Master."
The young disciple looked at her, his cheeks flushed slightly. He nodded and then quietly retreated, closing the door.
There were only two people left in the room again, and a sharp contrast formed on the table. On one side was the nourishing medicinal food with good color, fragrance and taste, and on the other side was the thoughtfulness with no color, fragrance and taste.
Shen Qianyue took small sips of the bland black chicken soup.
Xie Shangjia still maintained a half-kneeling posture beside the chair, watching Shen Qianyue drink her bowl of failed soup, with an inexplicable sour feeling in his heart.
"Don't drink this, that's definitely more nutritious than what I make."
Shen Qianyue put down the spoon, turned around and looked at his sad face, a little confused about what he was thinking.
"I thought you'd be happy to see me eat what you cooked."
Xie Shangjia burst out laughing, a sweet smile that came from the heart.
"I know I'm terrible at this, and I'm not someone with a strong sense of self-esteem. You don't have to eat this to comfort me."
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In the next few days, the fire club in the yard became Xie Shangjia's exclusive "training room".
Although the disciples would bring carefully prepared medicinal meals every day, Xie Shangjia was obsessed with the stove. He would go in without fail and even asked the disciple in charge of meals in the valley for some simple dishes.
Most of the time, Shen Qianyue just lay quietly in bed recuperating, or read a book by the window, listening to the noise coming from the Fire Society. She wanted to go over to help, but was chased out every time.
Xie Shangjia came over excitedly, carrying the Tremella and Pear Soup he had just made.
"The heat is well controlled this time. Would you like to try it?"
Shen Qianyue put the book down and took a sip from his hand under his expectant gaze.
"It's really delicious. My husband is amazing. He learns so quickly."
She didn't mean to exaggerate, but the other person's cooking skills were indeed improving with persistence day after day.
Xie Shangjia's ears turned red, and he felt a little embarrassed: "Why do you always call me husband?"
Shen Qianyue pulled his collar and kissed his face.
"Didn't you say you wanted to live a normal life with me? Ordinary couples call each other like this, so you should get used to it sooner rather than later... or do you not like me calling you that?"
Xie Shangjia shook his head. How could he not like her? It was just that once she called him that, he couldn't control himself.
"I... went to wash up. I just sweated and it was too hot."
Shen Qianyue looked at his fleeing back and smiled silently.
In the afternoon, the two of them had just finished lunch and took a nap together on a lounge chair in the yard. The lounge chair was not big, so Shen Qianyue lay directly in Xie Shangjia's arms.
The weather is gradually getting warmer, and the midday sun is emitting warm warmth.
Shen Yanhui walked into the yard calmly, with his disciples behind him holding two rosewood boxes.
Shen Qianyue stood up calmly: "Valley Master."
Shen Yanhui nodded slightly, looked at Xie Shangjia who was a little embarrassed, and his voice was steady.
"I've prepared the antidote. Shall we start the treatment today?"
Xie Shangjia's eyes fell on the rosewood box in his hand, his heart beating like a drum. He was about to get better.
He had been thinking these days that there was nothing wrong with staying in the capital. Shen Qianyue liked the scenery of the capital. Since he had been able to rise from a playboy to a position in the Ministry of Shangshu, he could definitely do it now.
Although he had lost those memories, he was now starting from scratch. Even if he was dismissed from his position, it wouldn't matter. If he had passed the imperial examination once, he could pass it a second time.
Shen Qianyue looked at Xie Shangjia, waiting for his answer. After all, the detoxification process was too painful, so it was reasonable for him to be mentally prepared.
"Come now."
Xie Shangjia held Shen Qianyue's hand tightly. He wanted to get better quickly so that he wouldn't have to worry about Shen Qianyue remarrying and being bullied after his death. He would protect her.
The two looked at each other, and silent love flowed.
Several people entered the house, and Xie Shangjia lay on the bamboo couch in the outer room.
Shen Yanhui took out the pills with a serious expression, and the disciple placed the long needles in order.
"Are you ready?"
Xie Shangjia took a deep breath and nodded heavily like a soldier about to go to the battlefield. Shen Qianyue did not say anything, but sat down quietly on the other side of the bamboo couch, stretched out her hand, and held Xie Shangjia's hand tightly.
Xie Shangjia tried to force a relaxed smile, but the smile seemed a little stiff because of nervousness.
"Miss Shen, please go out and wait for me."
Shen Qianyue's palms were sweating: "I'll accompany you."
Xie Shangjia said in a firm tone: "Go out and wait for me. You are pregnant, and I am worried about you staying here. Wait for me, I will be out soon."
He kept in mind what Shen Yanhui said last time. He heard that the detoxification process was extremely painful, and Shen Qianyue would definitely be worried and distressed when she saw it.
"Ling Yi, go take the Madam out. Don't let her in until I come out."
The guard leader standing solemnly beside him nodded: "Madam, let's go."
Shen Qianyue also understood his thoughts, and chose to go out to make him feel at ease.
A quarter of an hour later, Shen Yanhui pricked him with silver needles until he looked like a hedgehog, took out a huge pill, pinched open his mouth and stuffed it in, and used a special technique to help him swallow it.
After the pill enters the throat, it tastes cool and slightly bitter.
The disciples tied his hands and feet and fixed him on the bamboo couch. As the silver needle in Shen Yanhui's hand changed gently, Xie Shangjia trembled uncontrollably, his abdomen felt like it was pierced by a red-hot iron, and his teeth were clenched tightly.
It was like a bursting dam and an erupting volcano colliding back and forth in his body. The two extreme forces were tearing at him frantically. In order to suppress any sound, he had bitten his mouth and blood was oozing out.
Xie Shangjia's eyeballs were bloodshot and bulged outward, and the blood vessels in his body bulged out like a dragon. His skin became red and hot, and his body twitched and spasmed violently and uncontrollably.
Shen Yanhui couldn't help but praise him: "What perseverance you have."
Xie Shangjia's sweat poured out like a waterfall, soaking his clothes and the bedding beneath him in just a few minutes. His consciousness was floating in endless pain, and his nails dug into his palms with extreme force, causing blood to flow.
Shen Yanhui stared at Xie Shangjia's condition, and the silver needle accurately pierced the acupoint to guide or suppress the violent cold poison, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"If you can't help it, just scream out. You can't use Ma Fei San during the detoxification period."
This can also be considered a therapy of fighting poison with poison. First, the cold poison is stimulated, and then the antidote is swallowed. The antidote will go to where it hurts. Using Ma Fei San will be useless and may even stimulate the worsening of the cold poison.
Shen Qianyue was guarding the gate of the courtyard. She could hear the movements inside without having to stick to the door, his suppressed voice, and the sound of the small couch rubbing against the ground when he trembled.
The leader of the guards tried to persuade her to go back to the house but failed, so he moved the armchair to the door.
"Ma'am, take a rest."
An hour later, the brocade handkerchief in Shen Qianyue's hand was already full of wrinkles, and the constant small noises in the room gradually subsided.
Shen Qianyue stood up and tried to open the door, but the leader of the guards stood in front of the door motionless.
"Get out of the way."
The guard leader hung his head and said, "You can't go in."
A sneer appeared on Shen Qianyue's cold face.
“I don’t want to repeat myself a second time.”
The guard leader knelt silently. Shen Qianyue raised her foot and kicked him in the chest, but he still didn't move. She cushioned her hand with a handkerchief and poked his forehead with her fingertips.
"Then you kneel here."
The handkerchief slid down his face and fell to the ground.
Shen Qianyue pulled a chair, stepped on it, and climbed in through the window.
Xie Shangjia had fallen into a coma, his body still trembling slightly, his face was an extremely weak pale blue, and there were a few dark red bloodstains around his mouth.
Shen Qianyue walked to the side of the couch and slowly stretched out her hand. Without touching his body covered with silver needles and cold sweat, her fingertips brushed away the messy hair on his forehead that was stuck to his skin by sweat.
"Xie Shangjia..."
She looked at his hand, whose nails were broken and bleeding from excessive force, her eyes full of pity.
The silver needle flickered, the medicine tasted bitter and fishy, Xie Shangjia was completely unconscious, and he couldn't help but gasp and groan in pain.
Shen Qianyue's hand was stained with blood from his palm. She didn't wipe it off, but instead twisted it in her palm. She couldn't describe the feeling.
The silver needle in Shen Yanhui's hand fell accurately again. Xie Shangjia's eyes suddenly opened, his body trembled violently, and he roared unconsciously.
Shen Qianyue's hand was gripped tightly, her nails dug deep into her flesh, cold sweat oozed from her forehead, and the force was so great that her bones were almost crushed.
…
This went on for four days, and Xie Shangjia was almost never awake. He was either sleeping or struggling in pain.
The sunlight filtered through the window lattice and fell on Xie Shangjia's face. His consciousness gradually returned, and the first thing that came back was his sense of touch, a warmth coming from his palm. Although his whole body felt as if the bones were falling apart, he still shook hands with her.
It must be Shen Qianyue... An indescribable sense of security and dependence instantly surged into my heart.
Xie Shangjia opened his eyes, and the blurred light and shadow gradually condensed into a vague outline of a figure beside the bed. He opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but found that his throat was very dry and he could only make a weak sound.
The hand holding his seemed to pause for a moment, and then a warm, deep male voice sounded above his head, with a hint of imperceptible fatigue and concern.
"woke up?"
Xie Shangyu moistened his lips with a silk cloth and poured him a cup of warm water to drink.
It was a gentle male voice asking the question.
When Xie Shangjia heard this voice, his confused mind suddenly became clearer. He drank some water and his throat felt better.
"Am I dying of pain?"
He tried hard to focus his vision and finally saw clearly the person sitting beside the bed. It was his second brother Xie Shangyu, who was always smiling and smiling.
Fortunately, fortunately I didn’t die from the pain!
Xie Shangjia's hand felt as if it was burned. He suddenly wanted to pull his hand back, but because he was too weak, he could only curl his fingers in vain. His eyes subconsciously wandered around the room, looking for the plain figure.
"Second brother, Shen Qianyue?"
Xie Shangyu looked at him like this, a very faint smile flashed across his eyes, but his face remained calm. He answered his questions slowly and calmly, his tone as if he was saying that the weather was nice today.
"My sister-in-law is tired. She should rest in the inner room."
Xie Shangjia's eyes fell on the two people's clasped hands again, his expression became more distorted and weird, and he felt uncomfortable all over. He held it in for a long time, but he couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked in a hoarse and weak voice, with extreme awkwardness and confusion.
"Then...then why...why are you holding my hand?"
This scene is so scary!
Upon hearing this, Xie Shangyu raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down at their clasped hands, and then looked at Xie Shangjia's surprised expression, speaking with a matter-of-fact tone.
"What else? If I don't hold her, how can you let her go away and rest?"
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