Chapter 81 Chapter 81 Why can’t I go see her?
Thank you for the beautiful garden.
The lights were bright, and servants hurried to and fro in the corridors, all with solemn expressions. Ever since Xie Tingyu was carried back, the entire courtyard had been shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.
Wei Fenghua, who was the first to hear the news, calmly ordered his servants to prepare hot water, fetch medicinal herbs, and urgently summoned all the doctors in the mansion. At the same time, he walked quickly through the moonlit plum garden and came to the main courtyard.
He paused before the carved door and tapped with his knuckles. "Master, Young Master...something's happened to her."
Before he finished speaking, the lights in the house suddenly came on.
The door opened wide, and Xie Qingyan, dressed in a plain robe, stood in the moonlight. Seeing Wei Fenghua's unusual expression, her fingertips unconsciously tightened on the door frame, "What's going on?"
"He suffered penetrating wounds, with the blade piercing his chest and back, and the back of his thigh was also severely injured."
Wei Fenghua's throat churned. He suddenly lifted his robe and knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the blue brick. "The doctor said that the knife was poisoned... and... and..."
Xie Qingyan's hand on the door suddenly tightened. "Go on."
"If...if the antidote cannot be found within three hours..." Wei Fenghua's whole body was trembling. He swallowed the last few words in his throat and stopped talking.
Three hours, how difficult it is? Three hours, how urgent it is?
Let’s not talk about how this poison is made. Even if you know the formula, you may not be able to find the antidote within three hours even if you search the entire Jiankang City.
Seeing Wei Fenghua still trembling on his knees, Xie Qingyan said in a deep voice, "If you have anything else, tell me all at once."
Wei Fenghua raised his head, his eyes crimson. "The wound on the young master's body is extremely deep. Even if we find a way to detoxify him, without the skillful hands of a miraculous doctor to sew it up, I'm afraid he won't be able to ride a horse or draw a bow again in the future."
Every word was like a knife, cutting into Xie Qingyan's heart.
Without a healthy body, how can you have the passion to ride on a horse and gallop across the battlefield, or how can you be so high-spirited as to draw your bow and shoot at the moon?
"Take my token and go to the palace immediately. Summon all the doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau." Xie Qingyan's voice was as cold as steel. "Especially invite Aunt Bao, who is an expert in acupuncture and suturing. I will go see Tingyu now."
In the Great Zhou Dynasty, officials as high as the rank of Sansi enjoyed the privilege of requesting treatment from the Imperial Physician Bureau in the palace.
She had just taken a step when she heard a choked voice behind her calling out, "Wife..."
Xie Qingyan turned around and saw Master Xie leaning against the screen. Under the dim light, his face was pale, and the tears he was trying to hold back were gleaming in his eyes like stars.
"Bianwei, when did you wake up?"
Lord Xie held her hand and said, "My wife woke up when she was talking to Fenghua."
His fingertips were cold but firm: "I will go with you."
In the darkness of the night, a group hurriedly arrived. Xie Qingyan glanced at the people in front of the courtyard. Three women's clothes were stained with blood. At the very edge stood two men, Wang Qiwu and Yuan Fuxue. Her eyes froze for a moment, then returned to normal.
"Thank you, Master Situ Yean."
Wang Lanzhi bowed respectfully, "Tingyu is being treated in the inner room."
Cui Yuanying, who was usually nonchalant, wore a rare solemn expression. "I have summoned all the doctors in Cui Garden, hoping to do my bit."
"Thank you."
Xie Qingyan nodded slightly and walked into the inner room with Master Xie.
Yuan Wangshu stood quietly in the corridor. After the two figures disappeared behind the screen, he took out a silver medicine box with flowing cloud patterns from his arms and said to Yuan Fuxue, "This is the Ni Lin Pill that I have treasured for many years. I wonder if it can help with this injury. Take it in and try it."
Yuan Fuxue took the medicine box, rolled up his sleeves and walked quickly inside.
Wang Qiwu hadn't slept soundly since Wang Lan left the house to hunt down the murderer, and he rushed over immediately upon hearing the news. He glimpsed the blood on Yuan and Cui's clothes and whispered, "Sister, you're covered in quite a bit of blood too. Are you injured?"
Wang Lanzhi shook his head and said softly, "It's okay. If you want to go in to visit, remember to speak quietly and don't disturb the Grand Tutor."
Wang Qiwu nodded obediently and walked in quietly.
The inner room was extremely solemn, with several doctors kneeling before the bed.
Xie Tingyu's wounds had been carefully cleaned with warm water, and the clothes that were soaked in blood and stuck to his skin had been carefully cut open, leaving jagged cut marks on the scattered fabric.
Lord Xie tried to remain calm, but when he saw the bloodstained suit on the tray, he couldn't help but burst into tears. He gently lifted the corner of the quilt, and the scarlet spots oozing from the bandage on his left arm pierced his heart.
He trembled as he opened his suit and suddenly pulled out a blood-soaked amulet from an inner pocket. He held it up to the candlelight and examined it closely. The words "Ci'en Temple" were faintly visible on it. His mind suddenly lit up, and he immediately stepped out from behind the screen and hurried back to the main courtyard with Wei Fenghua.
Outside, dozens of doctors were talking in low voices with Xie Qingyan.
"Grand Minister, please forgive me. I am ashamed to say that I could only identify a mixture of dozens of poisons in the poison your beloved was poisoned with. There are tens of thousands of poisons in the world, including snake venom, plant poison, mineral poison, and so on. There are dozens of types of snake venom alone, not to mention hundreds of plant poisons."
Another person continued, "If we have enough time to go up the mountain to collect herbs and try them one by one, there might be hope. But..."
Xie Qingyan's eyes darkened slightly, "Go on."
"The poison has penetrated deep into the bloodstream. The wound is purple-red, and the inner skin is black. This shows how potent the poison is. We are powerless to stop it."
Yuan Fuxue stepped forward at the right moment and presented the medicine box. "Everyone, please take a look at this medicine. I see that it contains realgar, alum, and malachite, which can be used to detoxify minerals."
One of them took it, used a small silver knife to scrape off a small piece, put it under his nose and smelled it, and said with surprise, "Master Yuan, you have a keen eye! This medicine can indeed neutralize the toxicity of minerals."
The other man sighed and shook his head, "But there are signs of snake venom in the wound. This medicine can only relieve it to a certain extent, but it won't eliminate the root cause."
Yuan Fuxue suggested, "Although it can't cure the disease, it can at least temporarily slow the spread of the poison and alleviate some of Madam Tingyu's pain. I just learned some acupuncture techniques, so I can prick the meridians and let the blood flow out to drain some of the toxins. What do you think?"
When Xie Qingyan heard the words "Madam Tingyu", he couldn't help but glance at Yuan Fuxue a few more times, and saw that he was just standing there quietly, neither humble nor arrogant, meeting his gaze without any guilt.
"What do you doctors think?" Xie Qingyan asked in a serious tone.
The doctors looked at each other for a moment, and finally one of them said, "Thank you, Grand Tutor. While this plan is feasible, it can only temporarily alleviate the toxicity. We still need to wait for the masters of the Imperial Medical Bureau to come for a consultation."
"Someone has been sent to invite him."
After receiving approval, Yuan Fuxue neatly rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and burned incense. He took out a silver needle from his medicine box and carefully roasted it over the candlelight. He then dissolved the Ni Lin Dan in warm water and carefully fed it to Xie Tingyu.
As the silver needles rose and fell, Xie Tingyu's shoulders were covered with a dense array of needles. Black blood slowly seeped out, and Yuan Fuxue wiped it gently with a white handkerchief from time to time, and a thin layer of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead.
At the same time, in the Posha Pavilion in the palace.
Ji Lian jolted awake from his deep sleep, his hand touching his forehead, a damp, cold sweat drenching his body. His nightgown, clinging to his body, was drenched in sweat. He clutched his chest, a wave of inexplicable grief washing over him. His fingertips touched the corners of his eyes, and the wetness between his fingers startled him.
Is this tears?
Why did he suddenly burst into tears?
It felt like his heart was being hit by a heavy hammer, over and over again, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe.
Seeing Ji Lian's unsteady posture when she got down from the bed, Jiangzhu hurried forward to support her, "Your Highness, would you like some tea? I'll prepare it right away."
"No need." Ji Lian clutched the fabric of her clothes tightly with her five fingers, her knuckles turning white, and even the veins on the back of her hands were tense. I... my heart felt tight. Is Doctor Wang on duty at the Imperial Medical Bureau tonight?
"It should be there."
"I want to go there for a kiss."
Puzzled, Jiangzhu fetched his outer robe and helped him change clothes. "If Your Highness wants to consult a doctor, just send someone to summon him. Why do you have to go there in person?"
"I...I don't know."
Before Ji Lian finished speaking, another tear silently fell. He raised his hand and gently touched his cheek, and he was stunned.
He murmured softly, "I don't know why I feel so down. How about going out for a walk and calling a few more guards to hold the lights?"
When Ji Lian entered the Imperial Physician's Office, Wang Shuhe was writing furiously at his desk. Seeing the Emperor in person, he hurriedly stood up and saluted. "It's late at night and the dew is heavy. Your Highness, why bother coming in person? Just send someone to summon him."
"No problem."
Wang Shuhe led Ji Lian into the inner room and lowered the bamboo curtain separating the inside and outside. He took Ji Lian's pulse with three fingers for a moment and said gently, "Your Highness is simply feeling uneasy. I will find a reassurance..."
Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard from outside. "Thank you, Grand Tutor, for urgently summoning the Imperial Physician! Is Doctor Bao here?"
"I'm here." An old woman's voice responded, "Who's injured?"
"Xie Dasitu's beloved daughter is seriously injured and urgently needs stitches from Doctor Bao!"
"this……"
With a loud bang, the bamboo curtain was suddenly lifted. Everyone turned around in shock and saw Ji Lian standing in front of the curtain, her eyes red.
"Your humble servant greets the Emperor." Everyone bowed hurriedly.
Ji Lian took a step forward, unable to hide the trembling in her voice, "Were you talking about Xie Tingyu just now? What happened to her?"
The servant bowed again and said, "Your Highness, my wife was attacked and seriously injured while chasing a thief. I have come here on the orders of the master to ask Doctor Bao to save her life."
"Injury..." Ji Lian's mind was filled with thousands of thoughts. He struggled to ask, "Is it life-threatening?"
The servant witnessed the scene of Xie Tingyu being carried back covered in blood, but he did not dare to say that his life was in danger. He only said vaguely, "I don't know the details, I am just here to call a doctor on the order of the master of the house." After that, he hurriedly left with the doctors on duty at the Imperial Medical Bureau.
Ji Lian chased out the door, only to see Xie's carriage disappear into the night. The servants' panicked expressions and the suddenly empty Imperial Medical Office made a terrible thought linger in his mind.
"I'm going to Xie Garden!"
Jiangzhu hurriedly tried to stop him, "Your Highness, it is against etiquette to rashly leave the palace so late at night!"
“Get out of the way!”
Ji Lian shouted angrily, and just as he was about to take a step, he was forced to stagger back by the sudden sharp pain in his heart. He had to hold on to the door frame with his five fingers tightly before he could barely stand.
Wang Shuhe rushed forward to support him upon seeing this. "Your Highness, take care. The Imperial Medical Bureau has sent out its elite troops. They will surely be able to..."
"What can I do?"
Ji Lian interrupted miserably, his eyes bloodshot, "If it wasn't a matter of life and death, why would you come out in full force?"
He suddenly pushed away the supporting hand, "Get out of my way!"
Jiangzhu opened her arms and stood in front of the palace gate, her voice trembling, "But if His Majesty asks about this tomorrow, how will Your Highness explain this late-night private visit to the minister's residence? Your Highness, please think about yourself!"
These words were like a sharp blade, nailing Ji Lian to the spot. He looked at Jiangzhu with red eyes, his lower lip bitten until it bled, but he could not utter another word.
"Why can't I... go see her?"
"When her life or death was uncertain..."
"I don't even have the qualifications to stand beside her..."
Ji Lian knelt dejectedly on the ground, clutching the front of her chest tightly. Wrinkles appeared on her face. One, two, three tears fell from the corners of her eyes, hitting the bluestone bricks. Her sobbing voice gradually spread, "Why don't you let me go?"
He was trembling all over, his broken voice floating in the air, "If she can't see me when she opens her eyes, how disappointed she will be!"
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The author has something to say: Today is Saturday, I was forced to go back to work overtime for 6 hours, and I have been writing since I got off work. I can only write so much... Sad, I really want to grow eight tentacles
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