Chapter 65 The real murderer behind the scenes, the soft and stable human cushion is indeed better than...
Facing Jiao Jin's urging, Pei Yixue said nothing, and the hand hidden in his sleeve kept stroking a white jade bottle.
Seeing that he was silent, Dai Jiang quickly replied: "It was Jiang Yi who was born in Qingzhou with the miracle doctor!"
"Jiang Yi..." Pei Yixue's mind quickly searched for traces of this name, but for a moment he had no clue.
"He once attempted to harm Governor Ling Yi in Qingzhou and frame the miracle doctor. After being exposed by the miracle doctor, he was exiled to a border town and served as a military doctor," Dai Jiang explained.
Pei Yixue's eyes flashed: "It's him." The memory of the lawsuit with Jiang Yi half a year ago suddenly became clear.
At that time, Jiang Yi was pulled back from the brink of death by him. He was so impressed by his medical skills that he felt extremely regretful for framing him. He really didn't seem like the kind of person who would do such a cruel and cruel thing.
"Miracle doctor?" While he was thinking, Xie Yushu's voice rang out: "Do you want to leave immediately?"
Pei Yixue raised her eyes, met Xie Yushu's anxious gaze, and nodded slightly: "Let's go."
Three hundred people versus thirty people, the number disparity is huge. If Dai Jiang really wanted to kill him, he could just do it on the spot. Why did he have to kneel and howl like that?
If he wanted to drug these three hundred people, it would only be a piece of cake and there was nothing to be afraid of.
They galloped at full speed for another half a day.
Pei Yixue had been riding for a whole day and night. Even if he took a short rest in the middle, he could not bear the pain of the long and bumpy ride.
At this moment, he felt pain on the inside of his thighs and back. If he continued to travel at this speed, let alone saving the emperor's life, he would probably have to go to see the King of Hell first.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Pei Yixue suggested: "Let's go to the post station and change carriages to continue our journey."
"This... if we take a horse and take a shortcut to the capital, we will arrive by this time tomorrow." Jiao Jin wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves, his voice filled with fear, "If we change to a carriage and take the official road, I'm afraid the distance will be more than doubled."
"Jiao Yuanpan, I know you are anxious. But we have been riding for a whole day and night. Not to mention the miracle doctor, even a rough man like me is almost falling apart." Before Pei Yixue could speak, the leader of the guards behind him said, "If the miracle doctor collapses before reaching the capital, neither you nor I can bear the responsibility!"
Jiao Jin wiped his sweat repeatedly and said, "Then... let's change carriages and go for a while."
After entering the post station and changing into a carriage, the moment Pei Yixue sat on the cushion, she felt her butt and body suddenly come alive.
After pausing for a moment, he lifted up his shirt to check the wound on his thigh. Two large glaring red spots had appeared on the white fabric of his pants.
He didn't like nor was he good at riding horses. The scabs from the abrasions he had incurred while rushing from the capital to Qingzhou had not yet completely fallen off, and he was rushing back from Qingzhou, which was like adding insult to injury.
Xie Yushu lifted the carriage curtain and his eyes happened to fall on his leg. His face changed and he quickly got into the carriage, kneeling on one knee in front of him to check, his words full of self-blame: "He's injured so badly! It's my fault. I was so focused on getting on with my journey..."
Pei Yixue looked down, stretched out his hand to stop the other person from untying his belt, and covered him with his shirt hem again: "It's just a scratch, Sir Xie, don't worry about it."
Although "Xu Yi" was nearly 70 years old, it was somewhat inappropriate to ask Xie Yushu to take off his pants for inspection. Besides, the skin on his thighs did not match his age.
If Xie Yushu saw this, he would definitely become suspicious.
"Let me... apply some medicine for you." Xie Yushu raised his eyes and stared at him in a daze.
"I can do it myself." Pei Yixue's eyes subconsciously swept over Xie Yushu's lower body and handed him a small white porcelain bottle, "Master Xie, are you okay? I have some excellent wound medicine here."
"I'm used to having thick skin, so I'm not uncomfortable." Xie Yushu's eyes moved away from the medicine bottle and fell back on Pei Yixue's face, with more guilt in his eyes, "It was my negligence."
"Master Xie is also concerned about the people. You don't need to worry about such trivial matters. It's just a superficial wound. It will be fine after two days of rest in the capital."
Pei Yixue withdrew his hand that was handing over the medicine, and once again calmly glanced at the other person's sturdy body outline. The strength of the other person's physique was even greater than he expected.
Pei Yixue smiled and said, "Then I'll apply some medicine." He was about to untie his belt, but seeing that Xie Yushu still had no intention of avoiding him, he could only remind him, "Master Xie?"
Upon hearing this, Xie Yushu retracted his gaze and turned away.
He lifted up his shirt and took off his trousers, revealing the blood scabs that had been torn off the fabric, revealing the tender new flesh underneath.
When the cold white powder was poured on him, it brought about a piercing pain, and Pei Yixue could not help but groan.
"Does it hurt?" Xie Yushu was about to turn his head when he heard the voice.
"It's okay." Pei Yixue quickly pulled her clothes over her legs.
Xie Yushu froze and turned his head back.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Pei Yixue lifted up her clothes again to apply medicine.
After bandaging and dressing himself up again, Pei Yixue said to Xie Yushu, who had his back to him, "Okay, Mr. Xie, you don't have to be so reserved."
Xie Yushu turned around and said, "After traveling all the way, the genius doctor must be tired. It's better to rest early."
"Same goes for Lord Xie." After Pei Yixue finished speaking, he leaned against the wall of the carriage and closed his eyes to rest. He was really tired.
There was a rustling sound beside him, and a large hand grasped his arm and gently pulled him over.
The moment his head rested on someone's shoulder, Pei Yixue opened his eyes, and Xie Yushu's voice rang out from above his head: "The wooden board is hard and uncomfortable. I can't sleep well."
The soft and stable human mat was indeed many times more comfortable than the wooden board. Heavy fatigue came over Pei Yixue, who was unable to refuse after all.
He rested his head on that solid shoulder, closed his eyes again, and asked vaguely, "Master Xie, are you going to rest?"
"Stop." Xie Yushu only replied with one word and said nothing more.
The carriage fell into silence. The rumbling sound of the wheels rolling on the ground was monotonous but strangely soothing.
In a short while, Pei Yixue fell into a deep sleep.
Xie Yushu carefully adjusted his posture and held the person more comfortably in his arms so that he could sleep more peacefully.
He still couldn't understand why Pei Yixue kept it a secret from him when Chang Feng, the innkeepers, and even more people knew that Pei Yixue was Xu Yi?
These days, he wanted to find Pei Yixue to ask for clarification many times, but every time he saw how realistically Pei Yixue acted, he had to endure it.
The sky was turning pale, and the vibration caused by the carriage stopping made Pei Yixue slowly open his eyes. He didn't know when he rolled into Xie Yushu's arms.
As soon as he moved, Xie Yushu woke up. Pei Yixue sat up straight and said politely, "Thank you for troubling me last night, Master Xie."
Xie Yushu looked at him deeply and said, "It is my duty to take care of the safety of the miracle doctor." Xie Yushu stood up, but half of his body was numb and stiff, and he staggered forward and fell.
"Thank you, sir!" Pei Yixue hurriedly supported the person.
"I'm fine, just get up and walk around."
Xie Yushu was holding onto the board and wanted to get off the car, but Pei Yixue held him down and refused to allow him to refuse: "I will help you to relieve your blood circulation."
Before he could make any move, the voice of the judge Jiao Jin rang out from outside the car: "Divine doctor, Sir Xie, did you have a good rest last night?"
"It's okay as the judge is concerned." Pei Yixue responded loudly.
"That's good, that's good! It's already the hour of Mao, and the post station is ahead. Please get off the car and have some breakfast. Later we... need to change back to horses and continue our journey." Jiao Jin's voice was cautious and urging.
When Pei Yixue heard the words "change back the horses", his brows suddenly tightened.
After riding a horse for nearly half a month, he had already developed a strong resistance to riding horses. When he thought of the hard saddle, his legs and buttocks would ache as if by reflex.
But, the road must be pursued after all.
He rode a horse during the day and rode in a carriage at night, alternating between these two days and two nights.
At the hour of Xu, in the dark night, the majestic and magnificent gate of the capital city finally appeared at the end of everyone's sight.
"Open the city gate! Open the city gate quickly!" A royal guard galloped over and shouted to the soldiers on the city wall: "The miracle doctor has returned to the capital!"
The city gate was wide open, the palace gate was cracked, and the heavy door of Funing Palace was slowly pushed open in front of Pei Yixue. Without a moment's rest, Pei Yixue was led directly to the dragon bed.
The emperor lay on the bed, his chest rising and falling with difficulty, and every breath was accompanied by heavy noises.
When he saw Pei Yixue's figure, those cloudy eyes suddenly glowed with a few faint lights.
“… Miracle… Miracle doctor… Come… and let me… take a look…” The emperor raised his arm with all his strength and stretched it towards Pei Yixue. His words were intermittent, almost squeezed out of his throat.
Pei Yixue stepped forward, bowed, and then took the emperor's pulse.
After a moment, the emperor asked impatiently: "The miracle doctor... has a way... to cure me... right... right?"
Time had dragged on for too long. The emperor's lungs had been eroded by the plague, and if it weren't for the thousand-year-old ginseng pill that held a glimmer of life, he would have died long ago.
Even if the plague can be eliminated now, this body will not survive for more than a few days. Unless...
"Your Majesty," Pei Yixue said in a steady voice, "I do have a way. But..." He paused.
The emperor's eyes sparkled with hope, and he coughed a few times: "No... cough cough... but what? God... if you have any request... just ask!"
Pei Yixue looked hesitant. Seeing this, the emperor signaled the eunuch to help him sit up: "…Divine doctor…what is so difficult to say?"
"This method is extremely dangerous," Pei Yixue looked directly into the emperor's cloudy eyes, "It requires cutting open the chest and replacing the lungs."
"Open, open the chest?!" The emperor and the eunuchs beside him gasped in shock, their mouths slightly open, and they were so shocked that they couldn't speak for a long time.
Although there are sporadic records of craniotomy in ancient books, lung removal and lung replacement is unheard of!
In this era, cutting open the chest is almost tantamount to seeking death; it would be better to stab one's own heart instead.
“…If I don’t use this method…how many days can I…live?” The emperor’s trust was eventually eroded by fear and turned into doubt.
"I will do my best to ensure that Your Majesty will be safe for the next ten days." Pei Yixue said frankly.
"Then within ten days... the miracle doctor... might... find another way?"
"There is no other way."
The light in the emperor's eyes dimmed instantly, as if all his strength was drained away in an instant. He relied entirely on the eunuchs' support to keep his upper body sitting.
"Lung replacement..." The emperor's voice was dry and hoarse, "How confident...is the miracle doctor?"
"If we can find a suitable source of lungs, it will be a sure thing. If we can't, there's nothing I can do." Pei Yixue frowned.
The emperor's seven princes and three princesses were almost killed in a targeted poisoning by Prince Jin.
Now there are only four left: the two married Shuang'er, a little princess, and the King of Qi who is in his fiefdom in Qingzhou.
Among these four people, the little princess and the other Shuang'er are already seriously ill. It is still unclear whether the lungs of the remaining King Qi and the other Shuang'er can be suitable.
As for the source of the lungs, in this world of clear class divisions, Pei Yixue cannot open this door for the time being.
Upon hearing that they needed to choose two princes or princesses who had not been infected with the disease and have a piece of their lungs cut off from each to be transplanted into the body, the emperor and the eunuch opened their eyes wide again in disbelief.
The emperor asked, "How many lobes of the lungs that the miracle doctor mentioned do ordinary people have?"
"Five leaves."
A hint of ruthlessness flashed across the emperor's eyes. "Transplant... two lungs... are they enough?"
The chill in these words made Pei Yixue's heart sink suddenly.
He would say that it was not enough. If only one suitable candidate was found in the end, would the emperor do whatever it took to take away the only prince?
If you cut a few more slices, others will die.
The human heart and the imperial power. Pei Yixue sighed secretly, "Your Majesty's body can only bear two lung transplants at most, and two lungs are enough to keep your Majesty safe."
"After the lung transplant, can I return to my former self?"
"Your Majesty's health has been severely damaged. From now on, you can only rest and rest, and you are not allowed to work hard."
The emperor asked anxiously, "Can't the miracle doctor help?"
"Please forgive me for being unable to help you."
The emperor panted heavily, and after a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he shouted to the eunuch beside him: "Draft an order... to summon... to summon the Prince of Qi... to return to... the capital within five days!"
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