Jiang Jiaojiao's head and lips hurt from the fall.
Jin hurriedly shielded Jiao Jiao, and upon noticing Jiao Jiao's blood-stained lips, her voice trembled with fear, "Jiao Jiao—Jiao Jiao—"
Dao Qing quickly helped his prince up.
The Seventh Prince's lips were also blood-red, and against his pale face, he looked like a demon after a meal, even more frightening than Jiang Jiaojiao.
Jiang Jiaojiao was stunned. A... a demon!
Fox...fox spirit!
When the Seventh Prince Li Yan saw Jiang Jiaojiao's adorable expression, he felt a surge of restlessness in his heart, and his throat inexplicably became itchy, so he couldn't help but cough a few times.
Seeing this, Dao Qing hurriedly reached into his robes and pulled out a pill, "Your Highness—medicine!"
To make up for his mistake, Dao Qing's movements were slightly flustered this time, his hands trembled a few times involuntarily, and he applied a little more force.
The Seventh Prince's slender body appeared incredibly weak in Dao Qing's hands, utterly powerless to resist. He was like a delicate, beautiful woman being forcibly held in the hands of a bully, completely powerless to fight back.
He looked exceptionally vulnerable and pitiful at that moment.
Jiang Jiaojiao originally wanted to say a few words of reproach, but she swallowed the words back.
That's enough...
Let's call it even!
Jiang Jiaojiao took out the ginseng pills she had prepared beforehand from her bosom and said, "These are pills made from ginseng..."
Dao Qing took the pill with suspicion, sniffed it carefully, and found it to be non-toxic, smelling like ginseng.
He poured out a pill and, without hesitation, stuffed it into the Seventh Prince's mouth. Then, he repeated the process, forcing the prince to drink half a pot of water...
Jiaojiao secretly felt a chill for the Seventh Prince.
This guard doesn't seem very bright.
Fortunately, after a lot of commotion, the Seventh Prince finally caught his breath, but his pale face and blood-stained lips made him look so terrifying that he would probably scare a child to tears!
For example, the Kim family in front of us was terrified.
Trembling, she extended her wrist, "Your...Your Highness, if you want to drink, then drink...drink my blood."
Jiaojiao: ……
Seventh Prince: ...
"No, no, no—suck—suck my servant's!"
A Yuan tugged at her sleeve, her legs trembling, as if facing death without fear.
Dao Qing glared fiercely at A Yuan, "Your Highness doesn't drink blood!"
Jin's gaze was fixed on the Seventh Prince's blood-red lips. "Ah? He doesn't drink blood..."
As long as it doesn't suck blood!
Jiaojiao has such good taste!
Jiang Jiaojiao looked helplessly at her mother's increasingly infatuated expression and could only cover her face with her hands. Sure enough... beauty knows no age.
"Cough cough—"
Jiang Jiaojiao deliberately coughed loudly to divert Jin's attention from the Seventh Prince.
Kim finally came to her senses.
The group looked at each other, their expressions gradually calming down from fear.
Look at the plump Miss Jiang, then look at the Seventh Prince, who is as weak and powerless as a willow in the wind, with frighteningly bright red lips.
Anyway, once they've drunk Miss Jiang's blood, they probably won't drink theirs anymore, right?
The officials' wives had long been terrified and fled in all directions, while the servants, trembling with fear, gathered around.
Seeing that servants had come to their door, the others fled to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
The thirteenth prince was finally rescued.
Jiang Jiaojiao seemed to hear the twelfth prince crying. In a panic, she forgot about the seventh prince and ran towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake, lifting her skirt.
Jin and Ayuan quickly followed.
The Seventh Prince, abandoned on the spot, watched Jiang Jiaojiao's fleeing figure, his face gloomy, yet a hint of vitality appeared on his pale face.
He could have chosen not to come today, but suddenly... he wanted to see her.
The view from the trees is indeed quite nice.
I wonder if my fainting last time scared her?
Does she regret it?
Dao Qing noticed that His Highness was staring intently at the woman's retreating figure, so he took out some medicine. "Your Highness...would you like to take another pill?"
Physical injury is a minor issue; mental injury is a much bigger one!
"Cough cough..."
The Seventh Prince coughed softly and glanced at Dao Qing. "Go back and receive twenty lashes."
Now that the person has been seen, it's time to go back, and the date should be set.
Dao Qing: "..."
What did he do wrong? It's all that ugly... ugh! Fatty! I'll stay far away from her next time!
Inside the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
The general's wife buried her face in the thirteenth son's body, wailing, "My son—"
The old lady fainted upon hearing the news.
The General's Mansion had twelve daughters before this one son was born. He was the apple of the General's eye, the precious darling of the family. The twelfth daughter, who had just come of age, was also crying her eyes out beside him, "Thirteenth brother—"
"Save my son—save my son—"
The general's wife disregarded her status and kept pleading with the doctor.
The doctor checked the thirteenth young master's breathing and pulse, then shook his head. "Madam, please accept my condolences."
Jiang Xue's hands trembled with excitement as she watched the scene appear exactly like the one in the storybook.
He cleared his throat and stepped out from behind the crowd. "I can give it a try."
All eyes turned to look at them.
The general's wife grabbed Jiang Xue's hand, crying, "Save him, save him—"
Jiang Xue pretended to check the Thirteenth Young Master's pulse, suppressing her heart pounding, and said to the doctor, "Please insert needles into the philtrum and the chest..."
The doctor was taken aback.
"This... there's no pulse, what's the point of inserting acupuncture?"
Jiang Xue clenched her fist and said softly, "Please begin the acupuncture!"
The medical records must be correct!
"Quickly—put the needle in!"
The general's wife shouted loudly.
Now, she'll try anything, no matter how small the hope!
The doctor shook his head, took out silver needles, and applied them to the acupoints as Jiang Xue had instructed. Jiang Xue then instructed him to apply moxibustion to Shenque and Yongquan acupoints.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats.
"It's warm—my little brother's hands are warm again!"
The 12th Miss held the 13th Young Master's hand tightly and exclaimed in surprise, instantly changing everyone's gaze towards Jiang Xue.
"The imperial physician is here—the imperial physician is here!"
Someone shouted loudly.
Everyone immediately stepped back and made way for the old doctor with gray hair, who was practically carried by his steward and subordinates as they rushed over.
"Doctor He—"
The general's wife immediately cried out as if she had seen a savior, "Please save my son—"
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
I heard that the thirteenth young master of the general's mansion had suffered many misfortunes since childhood, so the general went to the palace to ask for a favor and support the imperial physician He, who specializes in treating acute illnesses, in the mansion. It turns out that it was true.
Physician He quickly went to check the pulse.
After a few breaths, he slowly shook his head. "Too late..."
"No—impossible!"
Miss Twelve screamed, "His hands were definitely warm!"
Physician He looked at the silver needles and moxibustion on the Thirteenth Young Master's body, "This method of acupuncture and moxibustion is extremely wonderful. If there is still a trace of breath and pulse, it can definitely be saved... However, the young master has no pulse or breath, and it is already beyond saving. Even a great immortal cannot save him."
"My son—"
The general's wife let out a wail and fainted.
Jiang Xue's eyes widened in disbelief. How could this be!
The storybook clearly says that if we follow the methods in the medical book, we can save him!
The twelfth young lady knelt down with a thud. "Imperial Physician He—please save my brother! You've watched him grow up, please save him!"
"well……"
Physician He looked grave, "Unless a divine physician is reborn..."
"or--"
A voice came from the back of the crowd, "How about... I try it too?"
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