Feng Ling looked at Qin Wan in front of her. She was smarter than she thought. She was not reckless, but rather very wise.
It did alert the enemy, but it also achieved the goal.
Feng Ling immediately thought of the wound on the back of Qing Yunyao's hand and the experiment Qin Wan did in the pharmacy.
"Anything you've learned?"
Feng Ling asked.
"She took the Huanyan Pill, but it only makes the skin smoother and the appearance younger and prettier, but it's far from transforming the entire face. So, she must have tampered with the pill, but I haven't found out yet..."
I broke into the General's Mansion tonight because I remembered what Senior Sister Qingyue once told me: the poison code passed down by our master was hidden in the secret door of her boudoir. I wondered if Qing Yunyao had stolen it, so I made my own Huanyan Pill. But apparently, it's not there; the thing is still there. So I suspect there's someone with superb medical skills behind Qing Yunyao."
Hearing Qing Yue's words, Feng Ling's expression darkened, as if he had thought of something. "Even you can't figure out why Qing Yunyao's appearance has changed?"
Qing Yue shook her head, "I almost have an idea."
She reviewed all the medical and poison knowledge in her mind, but still had no clue, so she went to the general's mansion so anxiously. Seeing that the things were still there, she confirmed that there was a very powerful person behind Qing Yunyao.
"Feng Ling, when I first diagnosed the poison in your body, I found that you were infected with the Seven-Star Begonia poison. I was very surprised because this poison is ranked on the Jianghu list and is very difficult to refine. Now I suspect that this Seven-Star Begonia poison and Qing Yunyao's Huanyan Pill may have come from the same person."
Feng Ling's expression grew a bit grim.
He thought of the same thing.
"My leg was severely injured back then. Father and Mother summoned almost all the imperial doctors to Prince Yu's mansion, and there were even many doctors from the public. The palace leaked the information during that time, allowing someone to take advantage of the opportunity and poison me."
This was also the first time Feng Ling confided in Qin Wan.
"If it weren't for the high-quality medicinal herbs that I have been relying on these past few years, I would have lost my life long ago, but I won't be able to live for much longer."
Feng Ling sneered.
Indeed, Xie Jinghuan was almost never in the capital, searching everywhere for the trace of Old Man Wushuang. If he had not married Qin Wan by accident and she had not discovered what kind of poison he was in, he would probably have had no choice but to wait for death.
"I won't let you die. I will definitely save you."
Qing Yue said in a decisive tone.
Now that the secret has been revealed to this extent, all the previous suspicion and alienation have disappeared.
Feng Ling looked at Qing Yue. The seriousness and determination in her eyes seemed to overflow. Without the coldness and alienation, the woman's features were unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.
"Um."
"How are you doing with the herbs I asked you to find?"
"alright."
Feng Ling raised his eyelids and threw down two words.
"So soon? After you found it, why didn't you come to me and help me test the poison and detoxify it?"
"What do you think?"
Feng Ling asked back, her phoenix eyes were filled with burning clarity, but they restrained some of their coldness and fierceness, and she snorted coldly from her nose.
Qing Yue pursed her lips. She had forgotten that the last conversation between the two of them was not very pleasant. They were in a cold war for a month. Not to mention that Feng Ling would not take the initiative to ask her to test the poison, she heard that he had an attack of poison last time and he gritted his teeth and endured it.
Oh.
A guarded, cold and gloomy man.
Just when the atmosphere became a little awkward, Feng Ling groaned and a look of pain appeared on his face.
"Let me see your legs."
Qing Yue said hurriedly, raising her hand to lift Feng Ling's quilt. Feng Ling froze, but this time she did not try to stop her forcefully.
Feng Ling's legs were unnaturally bent and his knees were swollen. It was obvious that the bones were broken and not straightened properly, so they grew crooked. The calf muscles were atrophied and thin, but because he had practiced martial arts for many years, the atrophy was not obvious. At least the thigh muscles looked fine.
Qing Yue raised her hand and pressed his thigh.
"You, what are you doing?"
Feng Ling's voice was low and his tone was a little stiff.
"Let me test the hardness of your thigh muscles. You haven't had your muscles massaged in the past three years, and I'm worried your muscles might become necrotic."
Qing Yue spoke, her nose buzzing and her voice nasal.
Feng Ling's eyebrows were a little complicated as he watched her slender hands like cream pressing and touching his thighs. He opened his mouth, wanting to scold, but seemed to have thought of something and closed his mouth abruptly, with only a suspicious blush on his ears.
The night was dark, but the moonlight was gentle, shining into the bedroom through the window. Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was quiet.
"Does it hurt here?"
Qingyue put her hand on Feng Ling's calf and asked.
"No consciousness."
Feng Ling said.
He was somewhat reluctant to look at his slightly bent legs. Disgust flashed in his eyes and he turned his head away.
"Here?"
Qingyue's hand touched Fengling's thigh and pressed it continuously.
“No.”
Feng Ling gritted her teeth, her ears flushed suspiciously, "Qin Wan, could you please stop touching me?"
He watched her hands pressing here and there on his legs, even pressing on the base of his thighs several times.
Qing Yue, "Hmm?"
"I'm a doctor, I'm palpating, and Feng Ling, why are you so uncomfortable? Don't you feel anything?"
Qin Wan asked in confusion.
Feng Ling was choking, "I can't feel anything in my thighs or calves, only my knees hurt every once in a while. The pain is piercing, like a bug is drilling into me, very sharp."
Feng Ling seemed unable to bear Qin Wan's palpation, so she directly told him the symptoms of her leg disease.
Qing Yue frowned and fell into deep thought.
"I've never seen anything like this. Logically, since you have disabled legs and no feeling in your thighs and calves, it's impossible for you to feel pain in your knees..."
But your knees occasionally flare up, and the pain is severe. Your meridians are connected all the way, and your blood vessels flow freely. How could you not feel anything up and down, but only feel sharp pain in your knees? And it only flares up from time to time?"
Qing Yue was puzzled and couldn't figure it out.
"Are you still reacting there?"
Suddenly, Qingyue asked.
"where?"
Feng Ling asked subconsciously and met Qing Yue's eyes. Her gaze fell between his legs.
Feng Ling's face darkened, his eyes dark and filled with suppressed anger, "Qin Wan, you..."
"Feng Ling, don't be shy about seeing a doctor."
Qing Yue said seriously.
Feng Ling's face darkened as he said coldly, "This king only has a leg problem, there's nothing wrong with the rest of the body!"
"cough……"
Qing Yue cleared her throat. "That's fine. You don't have to feel embarrassed. I'm just a doctor and I have some questions to ask."
"This king is not embarrassed."
Feng Ling said coldly, his face as cold as the icicles on the snow mountain.
Qing Yue nodded. "So you have no feeling in your calves and thighs, and there's nothing wrong with those places, but your knees are the only problem?"
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