Chapter 20 The crisis ended with mist and rain, and the sun shone...
The mist and rain passed, and the road, bathed in sunlight, was no longer muddy. The return journey was much faster, and in one day we were far away from Jiangnan.
"Hmm?" My wrist felt itchy.
"What's wrong? Why are they here too?" Lu Zhifeng grabbed Song Heng's wrist and planned to let Su Keke take a look at Song Heng again. Song Heng asked in confusion.
"Awake? Give me your hand. I'll take Miss Su's pulse first."
Su Keke: "The pulse is steady, without any significant changes."
"That's good." Lu Zhifeng felt relieved after hearing the result.
"Is Lord Song feeling unwell?" Just because his pulse was normal didn't mean he wasn't feeling unwell. Su Keke was a rigorous scholar, following a rigorous medical procedure.
"Huh?" Song Heng, whose consciousness had not yet returned to normal and whose body was still wrapped in the soft quilt, looked a little hairy and furry. He had not yet figured out the current situation.
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"Miss Su asked if you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Lu Zhifeng stroked Song Heng's slightly frizzy hair and repeated Su Keke's question to Song Heng in a voice as gentle as water.
Lu Zhifeng's voice was magical. This time, Song Heng listened carefully and understood. Apart from feeling a little sleepy, he didn't feel anything unusual.
Song Heng closed his eyes, and gradually his facial features wrinkled to a point, as if he was lost in deep thought and careful feeling.
For a long time, Lu Zhifeng, who was afraid of the seriousness of the matter, felt his heart hanging high as Song Heng became more focused.
Shake your head! Song Heng shook his head to indicate that everything was fine.
"Snap." The heart that was hanging high in the air suddenly fell down.
The process was agonizing, but luckily nothing happened. Lu Zhifeng quietly smoothed the hair, rubbed it slightly, and kneaded it again.
This is to take revenge on that heartless person who made me worry.
"You've been poisoned, and Miss Su hasn't found an antidote yet. So let's go together." Lu Zhifeng kept working and explaining.
"I was looking through the ancient books that my grandfather kept in his study and found some records related to Lord Song's illness. I want to continue my research based on my grandfather's records." Su Keke explained the specific reason and also helped Chen Yeran explain, "He is planning to take the imperial examination, and now it's a good opportunity to go to the capital to find a college to study."
It can be seen that Su Keke is very interested in Song Heng's poison, because these three words are clearly written on her face.
"Try one dose of medicine first. Boil it on low heat for half an hour, then switch to medium heat and boil it for another half an hour. That's it." Su Keke handed the latest prescription to Lu Zhifeng and told him the steps of decocting the medicine.
"Lord Song, Lord Lu, I still have to continue my research, so I'll take my leave first." Su Keke pulled Chen Yeran away.
"Thank you both for your willingness to help. You've taken the trouble to travel all morning. You can use the attendants who accompany you."
Su Keke: "We are traveling light and short on manpower, so I think you could be of great help. I'd better obey your command."
"We'll leave first. If there's an emergency, you can activate it." Chen Yeran handed something similar to a communication device to Lu Zhifeng, and bowed to take his leave.
The small carriage finally became empty again.
"Why did you get up so early?" With no one around to talk to him, Song Heng asked without any reason.
Lu Zhifeng looked outside at the fiery red sun that was unique to summer, not knowing where to begin.
"Your Majesty, I am concerned about your health. I learned that Miss Su would be going to the capital with you, so I helped them make some arrangements. That's why I got up a little early."
For Lu Zhifeng, it was of course impossible not to answer.
"Lie down with me for a while." Song Heng pulled Lu Zhifeng with his backhand, and his hairy head lay directly on Lu Zhifeng's legs.
Being close to Lu Zhifeng doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable, but rather inexplicably comfortable and I feel happy.
In the small space, the two of them were clinging to each other, mainly Song Heng. Of course, Lu Zhifeng didn't object and indulged him. And the trend was that he was becoming more and more clingy.
When Song Heng saw Lu Zhifeng, it was like a cat seeing catnip.
Addicted.
The two people who are inseparable and stay together all day long, the occasional reports from the followers and the pulse checks of the male and female protagonists are all the culprits that separate the two.
Directly to another place.
It was sticky, and Song Heng didn't feel any disadvantages, but the advantages were obvious.
Look, there is only about a day's journey left before we reach the capital.
Late in the night, an accident happened.
After a long journey and being close to the capital, my nerves, which had been tense for a long time, finally had time to relax.
The last night in the wilderness was just like that. Silence reigned, as if to give this weary soul a quiet night's rest, so that he could enter the city refreshed the next day and greet the congratulations of the people lining the streets.
A disaster in one place affects more than one place. The solution to the flood in the south of the Yangtze River is just the gentle flapping of the wings of a butterfly in a certain state, which involves a lot of complex and intertwined problems.
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"Cough... cough cough cough..." Inside the carriage window couch, under the bright moonlight, Song Heng frowned, his body curled up and trembled, as if he was enduring great pain.
Her messy black hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her cheeks, and her forehead, covered in sweat, shimmered in the moonlight. Her face was pale, a pure, pale color, often due to her fluctuating emotions. The corners of her eyes were tinged with crimson, like a lotus after rain, a pink lotus with water droplets against the crimson. Her frail face remained unfazed.
The feeling of fragility was more obvious in the bright red that silently trickled down the corners of Song Heng's mouth, accompanied by the moonlight.
"Your Majesty, wake up." Lu Zhifeng patted Song Heng lightly, trying to wake him up.
Song Heng was now in the system space again, completely losing all sense of his body.
The situation was critical. Lu Zhifeng, with trembling hands, took out the flare Chen Yeran had given him. He tried to open it, but it slipped several times. His mind told him to stay calm, but in vain, he slid it open again. In vain, he slid it open again.
The collapse is spreading and despair is imminent.
"What happened?" Su Keke's voice appeared outside the carriage.
Lu Zhifeng was distracted and hurriedly opened the carriage door. It turned out that the signal had already been sent out.
"Yes, Your Majesty... Lord Song, Miss Su, please go and see what's wrong with him."
In the tense atmosphere, Su Keke also became more cautious. Without further delay, she immediately began to investigate Song Heng's situation.
In the blink of an eye, the person on the bed began breathing rapidly, their heavy breathing standing out in the tense atmosphere. Their thin white shirt was soaked with sweat, revealing only the paleness of their skin. As their breathing slowed, their coughs became more frequent.
The bright red blood that was originally coughed up became a little duller.
In an instant, just as Su Keke was about to take Song Heng's pulse for a proper diagnosis, Song Heng, who was lying down, suddenly curled up. Then he didn't just curl up, but tossed and turned violently, as if he was being roasted on a raging fire. The pain was unbearable, but there was no sign of waking up.
The movements were too large, delaying diagnosis and treatment. Su Keke said, "Help to steady him."
Seeing hope, Lu Zhifeng was no longer so anxious and regained some control over his body.
Lu Zhifeng noticed Su Keke as soon as she started talking, and before Su Keke finished speaking, he hugged her tightly.
When he first started, Song Heng struggled frantically, and Lu Zhifeng moved with him.
In order to allow Su Keke to properly diagnose and treat him, Lu Zhifeng managed to remain calm. One hand held Song Heng tightly across his chest, while the other hand tightly grasped Song Heng's hand, extending it out for Su Keke to diagnose.
Those with chronic illness have thinner blood vessels and deeper pulses. Su Keke placed two fingers on Song Heng's wrist, over a slightly more pronounced vein. Pressing harder, she could only vaguely feel it. Song Heng's movements were large, but his pulse was weak, deep, thin, and soft. Previously, it had fluctuated slightly, but the pulse was still noticeable. Today, it was weak and slow.
Su Keke felt something was wrong. As if to confirm what she said, Song Heng stopped moving and his breath became weak after a twitch.
Lu Zhifeng's face darkened instantly, unable to accept this cruel reality. He trembled and sniffed for breath. The blow was too great, and his fingers were stiff and numb. He couldn't find the breath he was looking for for a long time.
"He's still alive." Su Keke couldn't stand watching Lu Zhifeng's anxious and clumsy movements. "Lay him down flat. I'll try acupuncture."
Su Keke took out the silver needle and planned to use the acupuncture method passed down by her great-grandfather to give it a try.
Silver needles were inserted into the skin, from bottom to top. Su Keke placed needles in the correct acupuncture points, from mild to severe. One by one, closer and closer to the most important acupuncture points, Song Heng still showed no signs of consciousness. Su Keke's forehead was slightly sweaty as she held the needles. Each subsequent needle took longer than the previous one.
It was the last shot, and everyone in the carriage noticed the spot between Song Heng's eyebrows. A tense and suffocating feeling filled the air. No one spoke, and their breathing became even lighter.
The acupuncturist was even worse. Su Keke tightly grasped the last needle with two fingers, her fingertips turning white, as if immersed in tremendous pressure, but her eyes were fixed firmly on the last acupoint.
Holding his breath, two beads of sweat the size of beans ran down his cheeks, gathered at the tip of his chin, and dripped down.
In an instant,
The silver needle on the fingertip also fell down.
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