"The master has something to do and cannot come in person. But our master has already sent a letter of divorce in advance. The person who is best at removing poison in our Nanjiang... home should be here today." Guard Lan did not hide it from Baili Feiyue.
Arriving today?
Emperor Jing only issued the decree yesterday, which means that they had long planned to cooperate with Emperor Jing.
Guard Lan answered her doubts at the right time. "To be honest, after the news of the poison poisoning was exposed a few days ago, the master sent our people to investigate. Knowing that your emperor could not easily cure it, he divorced and returned to his home in southern Xinjiang in advance."
Baili Feiyue nodded and said nothing more, "Is there anything you need me to prepare first?"
"We'll have to wait until our doctor who can remove poison arrives to find out everything." Guard Lan is a guard and is not good at using poison. In fact, most people in southern Xinjiang are just like ordinary people, and those who are good at using poison are rare.
At this time, the first batch of people who were poisoned by the government from Rongcheng also arrived. Including Guard Lan and others, as well as people from the government, they arranged those who were poisoned in the backyard of Huichun Hall.
Before noon, the man who was said to be good at removing poison arrived. He was a serious old man with a dark and thin face. He could not speak because of his muteness, and could not hear others talking.
The old man told them what they needed to do in writing, and took Guard Lan and others into the backyard. What Baili Feiyue needed to do was to stabilize the heart pulse and vital signs of the people who had been detoxified after they were detoxified.
They all need to stabilize their heart pulse and vital signs. As you can imagine, if they force the poison to be removed, they will go through the cycle of life and death.
Similarly, when they remove the poison, no one else can know the details except their own people.
After they cured a patient of the poison, they would have their guards carry him out and hand him over to Baili Feiyue.
This busy work lasted an entire afternoon. By the time the sun set, only one-third of the first wave had been solved, which was considered fast.
At the same time, Imperial Hospital.
Dean Zhang, who had previously examined Ling Duannian at the request of Zhao Shicai, sat at his own medical desk with a thoughtful look on his face.
A new imperial physician brought a list of the ladies who needed to be examined tomorrow. He glanced at Dean Zhang and flattered him, "Sir Dean, it's time to go to bed, why don't you go home and rest?"
Dean Zhang waved his hand, motioning him to go out, without saying anything.
The young doctor was about to leave when he felt embarrassed. Dean Zhang spoke up, "Have all the people in Rongcheng who were poisoned been sent to Kyoto now?"
This new young imperial physician was very smart. He thought that the dean must know the answer, and he asked this question. It must be because as the dean of the Imperial Medical Bureau, he could not participate in such matters. Instead, he was robbed of the limelight and credit by a Third Miss Ling... What's more, he was selected from the previous Medical Association Competition.
I was also impressed by Miss Ling San.
"It should have been delivered. When I went out for lunch during my lunch break, I heard that it had been delivered and that they had all been arranged to stay in Huichun Hall."
Seeing that Dean Zhang did not respond, he added tentatively, "Sir, Miss Ling will make a great contribution this time."
Dean Zhang glanced at him and asked, "Do you know Miss Ling San?"
The young doctor quickly said, "That's not the case. It's just that when I participated in the Medical Association Competition, I happened to be assigned to the first exam with Miss Ling. I arrived early and happened to see everything that happened that day. Miss Ling stole the show, so it's hard for me not to remember it."
On that day, Dean Zhang was not the chief examiner of the first round, so he did not see that scene.
"Based on what you've seen, how good is Miss Ling's medical skills?"
The young imperial physician considered his words and said, "Miss Ling's use of poison is indeed unexpectedly tricky. Although medicine and poison are inseparable, there are many exceptions. Therefore, as for medical skills... I have not seen it with my own eyes, so I dare not make any rash comments."
Dean Zhang glanced at him again and said, "You can go down."
"Yes, I will take my leave now."
After the young doctor left, some of the other doctors outside left immediately after work, while others knocked on the door and came in to say goodbye to Dean Zhang. Gradually, the entire hall outside became quiet.
Dean Zhang looked at the medical records on the table, but did not read a single word for a long time.
Miss Ling San...
Previously, he was invited by his good friend Zhao Shicai to see Mr. Ling Jiu. He would never be wrong, that was the pulse of an oil lamp dying out.
However, the patient, who was on the verge of death within half a month, came back to life in just a few days.
He was also at the Qionglin Banquet the day before yesterday. He saw clearly that not only had the complexion of Mr. Ling Jiu completely recovered, but even the poison in his body should have disappeared...
This could obviously only have been done by Miss Ling San.
Dean Zhang recalled the first time he saw Miss Ling San in the Ling Mansion. He thought it was an illusion, but there was a meaningful look in her eyes.
She also thought of the time when she had poisoned the hand of the offending scholar with a handkerchief at the Qionglin Banquet the day before.
This Third Miss Ling is really not a simple person!
I just don’t know how deep it is.
And in this world, how advanced must the art of medicine and poison be to be able to train someone like Miss Ling San in just five years?
Naturally, she had also heard about the relationship between Miss Ling San and the Futu Pavilion's Miraculous Doctor, and suspected that she was the Futu Pavilion's Miraculous Doctor's apprentice.
Although the Buddhist Pavilion had made a lot of noise in his eyes and ears, he didn't take it seriously at all. He was well-read in medical books, but even he couldn't cure the poison in Ling Jiu's body.
Not to mention solving it in such a short time.
So, Miss Ling San is a powerful disciple, and the person who taught her such abilities... does he really exist?
General's Mansion.
Anyuan.
Ling Duannian was playing with the dough figurine that Baili Feiyue had made for him in one hand, and teasing the Saker Falcon that had just landed on the window frame with the other hand.
A servant came in and said respectfully, "Mr. Nine, Huichun Hall is very busy right now. I'm afraid Miss Three won't be able to return home until dark."
Ling Duannian was not surprised, but sighed with a particularly worried look and said softly, "This job will definitely make me tired." So, sister, what do you want?
He didn't believe in doing things for the sake of the country, the people, or because he was forced to do so by imperial decree.
I took the small bamboo tube off the Saker Falcon's paw and patted its head. The Saker Falcon flew up into the sky fiercely, and soon turned into a small black dot and disappeared.
He took out a small piece of paper slowly from a small bamboo tube that was thinner than chopsticks and shorter than a little finger. He glanced at it and murmured, "The Mu family in Shu is also helping my sister find her mother."
The servant didn't respond and just stood there.
Ling Duannian glanced over, "Why are you still here?"
The servant immediately retreated respectfully.
Ling Duannian placed the note on the candlelight and it instantly turned to ashes.
He sat down again, half-supported his head, poked the dough figurine's big head with his fingers, and chuckled.
Sister, you are so familiar with making dough figurines, aren't you afraid of exposing your advanced disguise skills?
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