Chapter 922 Injury (3)
There was a round object in the box, along with a medicine bottle. Shen Miao grabbed the medicine bottle and hurried back to the room where Gao Yang was staying. She handed the medicine bottle to Gao Yang and said, "Here are three Guiyuan Pills. Can you help him?"
The box contained the dowry that Luo Tan and Feng An Ning had given Shen Miao for her wedding. Luo Tan had given her a compass, while Feng An Ning had given her three Gui Yuan Pills. Gui Yuan Pills were supposed to prolong life, allowing the dying to breathe a few more breaths. These were valuable items left behind by the great medical scholar of Ming Qi, and it was surprising that Feng An Ning had given her three at once. Shen Miao suddenly remembered, wondering if this item would be of any use to Xie Jing Xing.
Gao Yang was delighted and asked, "Where did you get this?" He took the bottle, poured out a pill, looked at it carefully, and smelled it. He said, "Yes, it's Guiyuan Pill. It works! With this, he can probably hold on for ten days."
Shen Miao breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Gao Yang say again: "But I may not be able to research an antidote within ten days."
"No matter whether you can figure it out or not, you have to give it a try. If it doesn't work, we can talk about it later. Now that you are a doctor, don't worry about it." She said coldly.
Tie Yi and Uncle Tang who followed him looked at Shen Miao in surprise again. They didn’t expect that at this time, she, a woman, could still be so calm.
In reality, Shen Miao wasn't as calm as she appeared, but panicking at this moment wouldn't help. She needed to clear her mind and think about what to do next.
Gao Yang nodded and said, "I'm going to give him acupuncture now, along with Guiyuan Pills, to calm him down temporarily. You guys go out first."
Shen Miao glanced at Xie Jingxing, her heart as if being gripped by something, and walked out. After she left, she said to Uncle Tang, "You guys go down first. I want to be alone for a while."
Uncle Tang hesitated for a moment, then finally said, "No matter what, Madam, please take care of yourself. We, the old servants, will do our best to cooperate with you."
Shen Miao agreed. Tie Yi and Uncle Tang also left, sending Jing Zhe and the others away. Shen Miao stood outside the house, looking at the yard, but now she felt extremely tired.
After a while, she sat down on the steps in the yard.
The weather in June was already hot, especially since it was still early in the morning. However, the ground was cool and the wind was rustling. Shen Miao actually felt a chill. She wondered what she would do if something really happened to Xie Jingxing. It seemed that she should think about her future life and what she would do in the future. This was what she should do rationally. But at this moment, she couldn't convince herself to analyze the future rationally. It was as if those outcomes were something she didn't even want to think about.
When had Xie Jingxing become so important in her heart? To the point where the thought of losing him made the rest of her life seem meaningless. If she had never tasted honey, it would have been tolerable. But after tasting it and then losing him, everything became unacceptable.
The sound of footsteps reached his ears. Pei Lang had walked into the courtyard at some point. Seeing her sitting on the steps, he sat down as well. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Don't worry. He's the prince of Daliang. Nothing will happen to him that easily."
Shen Miao was silent. Her eyes dimmed slightly, and Pei Lang felt a bitter taste in his mouth and a sour taste in his heart. Speaking of which, he had never seen Shen Miao like this before. In front of Pei Lang, Shen Miao was always confident and domineering, as if she was determined to overpower him. When Pei Lang was imprisoned in the dungeon of Prince Ding's mansion, he had wondered if Shen Miao would feel guilty and worry about his life. What was Shen Miao like when she was worried about someone? Now he finally saw it. When Shen Miao was worried about someone's life or death, she didn't have any aggressive or sharp thorns. She was fragile, just like an ordinary woman.
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