1205 Shameless, let the emperor make the decision
He’s dead! The little prince is dead!
Boom... Imperial Noble Concubine Xie couldn't bear the blow and fainted on the spot.
When the emperor heard the news, he rushed in and asked sternly, "What happened to the eighth prince?"
"The eighth prince is gone." The imperial physician said tremblingly under tremendous pressure.
"Gone? I told you to do your best to save the Eighth Prince, and you actually said that the Eighth Prince is gone." The Emperor's anger was not fake. He really cared about the Eighth Prince's life and death, which made Feng Qingchen very puzzled.
What happened to the emperor?
The emperor was very angry and the consequences were serious. He looked everywhere for Feng Qingchen, only to find that Feng Qingchen was not kneeling there at all. Instead, when no one was paying attention, she ran to the little prince's bed and touched and fondled the little prince.
"Feng Qingchen, what are you doing?" the emperor shouted angrily. He was furious at the moment, but Feng Qingchen despised the imperial power.
Feng Qingchen did not look back and said, "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince can still be saved. I beg Your Majesty to give me a chance and let me try."
"What? You said the Eighth Prince can still be saved?" Not to mention the Emperor, even the imperial physician present was shocked.
"Yes, Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince's breath is weak, but his heart is still beating." It's just an arrhythmia.
Feng Qingchen did not explain it too clearly, he just made way for the imperial physicians to come forward for diagnosis. After the two imperial physicians came forward for a quick examination, they nodded repeatedly but did not dare to say more.
The Eighth Prince's aura was so faint that there was no way he could be saved. But since Feng Qingchen said he could be saved, they would not object. Anyway, they did not want to take the blame.
"Okay, in that case, I'll give you this chance. If you can save the eighth prince, I'll reward you handsomely. If you can't..." The emperor didn't say the rest of the words, but his eyes and tone made it clear.
If the eighth prince died, Feng Qingchen would not be in any good situation.
For a moment, Feng Qingchen hated himself for being nosy. How could the prince's disease be so easy to catch? But...
There is a girl named Sixing in the family who is depressed because of her father's death. She really doesn't want to see Imperial Noble Concubine Xie go crazy because of the death of the little prince. Anyway, it is not so easy for the emperor to kill her.
Feng Qingchen agreed and asked the emperor to clear out the crowd. The emperor summoned everyone one by one, but the imperial physician did not leave. Instead, he went next door to treat Noble Concubine Xie.
Feng Qingchen was the only one in the room. Without any worries, Feng Qingchen immediately activated the smart medical kit, took out the ECG monitor and defibrillator, and prepared to perform cardioversion on the little prince.
The little body was shaking from the electric shock and looked very scary. Fortunately, there were no outsiders around at this time, otherwise Feng Qingchen would really be regarded as a monster.
The little prince was weak, so Feng Qingchen did not dare to be rough with him. After the defibrillation, Feng Qingchen immediately performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the little prince. After the little prince's heart rhythm returned to normal, Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief.
She really didn't dare to do anything to such a young child, for fear that he would die.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Feng Qingchen checked the little prince again. Although his breath was weak, he was finally saved.
Having been to the gates of hell, the Eighth Prince was born into a wealthy family, but he was a man who suffered many disasters. The little child had a purple face and lay on the big bed. He looked extremely thin, and Feng Qingchen felt distressed when he saw it.
The results of the examination by the smart medical kit showed that the little prince was poisoned!
Then, Feng Qingchen was speechless.
She is not good at detoxification.
In order not to delay the little prince's illness, Feng Qing
Chen quickly reported to the emperor and asked him to send a royal physician to treat him.
The imperial physicians were surprised that Feng Qingchen could snatch the person from King Yama, but when they heard that Feng Qingchen was helpless to detoxify, they calmed down again. Some young imperial physicians even looked at Feng Qingchen with disdain.
So what if they can rescue the little prince? In the end, we still have to rely on them.
Feng Qingchen did not refute, but stepped aside obediently to give his seat to the imperial doctors.
The imperial doctors took turns to come forward and discuss the patient's condition together. Feng Qingchen became angry watching from the side.
Damn, don’t they know that saving a life is like putting out a fire? The little prince is hanging there, and if he delays any further, he will really die.
Feng Qingchen saw that several imperial doctors were still discussing, and he could not help but said, "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince's condition cannot wait any longer."
Not knowing what went wrong in the process, Feng Qingchen thought that the emperor would glare at him, but he didn't expect that when the emperor heard this, he immediately scolded the imperial physician and asked him to come up with a treatment plan as soon as possible.
The imperial doctors nodded in agreement, and when the emperor wasn't paying attention, they glared at Feng Qingchen fiercely.
Feng Qingchen is talking without any concern. If the poison is so easy to cure, why would Feng Qingchen need to be summoned to the palace?
Several imperial doctors were whispering together again, and finally an older imperial doctor stood up and told the emperor a conservative treatment plan that might not be effective, because they had not yet found out what poison the little prince had been poisoned with.
Feng Qingchen was about to cry... It would be fine if it was an adult, but the little prince was so tiny, there was no way he could withstand being dragged like this.
The emperor was scolding the imperial doctors for their incompetence. The doctors only agreed but did not offer any better ideas. The emperor had no choice but to give in and let them prepare the medicine.
If it was someone else, Feng Qingchen would not care, but the little prince was delivered by her own hands, and she really couldn't bear to watch him die.
Feng Qingchen came out and said to the emperor, "Your Majesty, I have an antidote pill made by the master of Xuanyi Valley. If the imperial doctors can't determine what the poison is, can you give it a try?"
"There are antidote pills from the master of Xuanyi Valley, why didn't you tell me earlier?" The emperor was angry. He thought Feng Qingchen was taking it on purpose.
Several imperial doctors also took the opportunity to accuse Feng Qingchen of deliberately delaying the little prince's condition.
Feng Qingchen was too lazy to argue with them, so she just explained to the emperor: "Your Majesty, the detoxification pills made by the master of Xuanyi Valley are extremely powerful and are for adults. I didn't mention it at the beginning because I was afraid that the little prince couldn't stand the properties of the medicine. I mentioned it now because the imperial doctors couldn't find out what poison the little prince was poisoned with, so I wanted to try it."
"Doctor Feng is right. The better the effect of the detoxification pill, the more powerful the medicinal properties. The little prince is weak and I'm afraid he can't bear it." Among the imperial physicians, several had dealt with Feng Qingchen and were very optimistic about Feng Qingchen. They were not reluctant to say a few words for Feng Qingchen at this time.
"Doctor Hu is right. I am also afraid that the medicine is too powerful and the little prince can't bear it. Your Majesty, do you want to give the little prince Ba?" Okay, Feng Qingchen admitted that she was despicable, just like these imperial doctors, pushing the decision-making power to the emperor.
In this way, if the little prince is saved, it is the emperor's wisdom. If something happens to the little prince, it has nothing to do with her. She has already said in advance that the medicine is very powerful and the little prince may not be able to withstand it. Since the emperor has agreed to use the medicine, he must bear the consequences.
Feng Qingchen successfully put the emperor in an awkward position. The emperor looked at the pill in Feng Qingchen's hand, then looked at the Eighth Prince who had suffered on his behalf. For a moment, he didn't know what to do.
Should I use this medicine or not?