1617 Courage, the Emperor is under great pressure
"How is the Eighth Prince?"
Feng Qingchen was busy giving first aid to the Eighth Prince. If someone else asked, Feng Qingchen would not answer at all. Guo Baoji spoke, and Feng Qingchen looked up in the midst of her busy schedule and replied, "It's okay."
These two were like a spell. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard them. Some of those who were too nervous wiped their sweat and looked relaxed.
It was so thrilling just now. They all thought that the Eighth Prince was dead after that blow of the knife. Unexpectedly...
Doctor Guo is truly an amazing doctor. Just that one cut was enough to prove his status as a miracle doctor.
It may seem like a simple move, but the timing and strength must be carefully controlled. Even the slightest deviation will result in either all efforts being wasted or even loss of life.
Doctor Guo taught them the method of detoxification step by step, but they did not dare to do it. As for the final step, they could understand it but could not learn it.
The last cut was a real test of the doctor's eyesight, hand strength, and mental strength. They didn't have the confidence to guarantee that the poisonous insects would fly out without killing anyone after one cut.
“That’s amazing!”
“I admire you!”
All the imperial doctors looked at Guo Baoji in unison, their eyes shining with admiration, and they wanted to prostrate themselves at his feet, shouting, "Master, please accept me as your disciple."
The emperor's chest was heaving violently, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Guo Baoji and the Valley Master was also obscure. In the emperor's view, the knife that Guo Baoji cut on the eighth prince's neck was like a cut on his neck, and he now felt a dull pain in his neck as well.
He was not afraid of the pain before, but the emperor had to be afraid of the last knife. The Eighth Prince was fine, but it did not mean that he would be fine. If the knife had gone a little wrong, he would have died.
But the emperor would be even more worried if he asked someone else to make the cut instead of Guo Baoji.
It's a terrible feeling to put your life in someone else's hands.
The emperor touched his neck, not knowing what to do.
The Valley Master and Guo Baoji took the time to look at each other, then they lowered their heads and smiled slyly: If we don't scare you to death, we will be unworthy of our reputation.
"You guys come up." The Valley Master helped Guo Baoji walk to Feng Qingchen and said to the young doctors beside them.
The person who was called was startled, ran over quickly, and saluted respectfully: "Divine doctor."
"Throw this pig into the water." The valley master gave orders to his people in a very natural way.
There's no way, he's used to ordering his disciples around.
"Yes." It took four people to lift the suckling pig, even though only one person was needed. The four people found something wrong when they lifted it: "Hey, why is it so light?"
"It's been eaten out, so of course it's not serious." The Valley Master kindly explained. The four young doctors were so scared that their legs went limp: "Is there a Gu worm inside?"
The four young doctors loosened their grip, and with a splash, the suckling pig fell into the water, splashing water all over the floor. Only then did everyone realize that the water was not filled with medicinal herbs, but insects...
"Ugh..." The person with trypophobia immediately ran to the side and vomited.
There were so many tiny, densely packed bugs, it was really disgusting.
"It's useless." The Valley Master had a look of disdain on his face. Those who were vomiting quickly stopped talking. Their faces turned red and they didn't dare to look up, for fear of being disliked by the Valley Master and Guo Baoji and losing face in front of the great god.
The Valley Master packed up his things, turned around and said to the Emperor, "Leave the rest to Qingchen. We are both tired and need to go back and rest first."
After saying this, he didn't wait for the emperor to speak and walked out supporting Guo Baoji.
Feng Qingchen also gave the Eighth Prince first aid at this time and said to the Emperor: "Your Majesty, the Eighth Prince's condition has stabilized. I will take him to Zhaoyan Palace for further treatment."
"Go quickly. Help the imperial concubine over as well." The emperor waved his hand.
At this moment, his mind was full of Guo Baoji's knife. He kept thinking about that knife and wondering if he would be in trouble if it cut his throat.
The Eighth Prince was young and ignorant. He was not afraid or dodge when facing a sharp knife. But when faced with that scene, could he still do the same as the Eighth Prince, raise his neck and stand still, allowing himself to be slaughtered?
No...his body's instinct will make him automatically avoid danger.
The emperor regretted it. If he had known this would happen, he would not have let the eighth prince be treated first. He knew that the treatment process would only make him more afraid, making the treatment process even more dangerous.
What should we do now? Treat or not?
The emperor was in a dilemma...
An hour later, Imperial Noble Consort Xie woke up and Feng Qingchen had finished his work. Under Feng Qingchen's meticulous treatment, although the Eighth Prince still looked sick, his breathing was steady and there was no trace of pain on his face. He looked much better than before the treatment.
When Imperial Noble Consort Xie woke up, she was completely stunned and lay motionless on the bed until her maid kept whispering in her ear that the Eighth Prince was fine, the Eighth Prince was fine. Only then did Imperial Noble Consort Xie suddenly jump off the bed and run straight to the inner hall.
"Little Eight..." Her son. When Imperial Noble Concubine Xie thought of the Eighth Prince, she became overwhelmed with grief and burst into tears.
Everyone envied her background and the favor she received after entering the palace, but who knew her hardships? As a daughter of the Xie family, she entered the palace to compete for favor for the family's interests, but she could not get the family's protection; as the emperor's woman, she was the imperial concubine, but she could not even protect her own son.
"Xiao Ba, my Xiao Ba is fine." Imperial Noble Concubine Xie ran into the room with a look of ecstasy on her face. Without seeing it with her own eyes, Imperial Noble Concubine Xie could not feel at ease.
"Your Majesty, be quiet." Imperial Noble Consort Xie rushed into the inner room. Feng Qingchen gestured to her to keep quiet. Imperial Noble Consort Xie quickly stopped and dared not go up. She unconsciously tugged at the hem of her clothes with both hands and asked tremblingly, "Qing, Qingchen, Xiao Ba..."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. His Highness is fine." The Eighth Prince is already the Crown Prince, so it is a bit inappropriate to call him the Eighth Prince anymore.
Imperial Concubine Xie was pleasantly surprised. She nodded repeatedly and hurriedly wiped her tears with both hands: "Qingchen, thank you, thank you."
"This is what a minister should do." Feng Qingchen's tone was respectful, but a little distant. Imperial Noble Concubine Xie heard it, but she could only grit her teeth and accept it.
The current Xie family and Xiao Ba are both troublesome. No good will come from being involved with them mother and son. It is better for Qingchen to distance himself from them.
Feng Qingchen knew at a glance that Imperial Noble Consort Xie was wrong, but she had no intention of explaining. She told the people who were taking care of the Eighth Prince in detail how to look after him in the next few days, and also told them when she would arrive tomorrow. Then Feng Qingchen asked to leave the palace.
Although Imperial Noble Consort Xie wanted to keep Feng Qingchen to prevent the Eighth Prince from having any sudden incidents at night, she knew that given her current situation, she had no right to keep Feng Qingchen. She could only ask the palace maid to send Feng Qingchen out of the palace and invite an imperial physician to wait for her.
After Feng Qingchen left, Imperial Noble Consort Xie walked cautiously to the small bed, and saw the Eighth Prince lying alive on the small bed. Imperial Noble Consort Xie cried and laughed, and wanted to reach out to touch the Eighth Prince's face, but when she stretched out her hand, she found that her hand was covered in blood, so she had to retract her hand.
“Xiao Ba, don’t be afraid… Mom will protect you in the future and will never let you get hurt again.” Imperial Noble Consort Xie stood beside the crib and spoke softly. Her tone was as if she was coaxing a child to sleep, but Imperial Noble Consort Xie knew that her words were by no means coaxing anyone.
Her son has suffered too much. Anyone who dares to hurt her son in the future will be killed first.
"Your Majesty, the young prince is blessed by heaven. Now that he has overcome his difficulties, everything will be fine in the future." The palace maids of Zhaoyan Palace came forward to comfort Imperial Noble Consort Xie, and the other palace maids also echoed her.
Imperial Concubine Xie smiled but said nothing. The future for her and Xiao Ba would not be better, but more difficult...
The emperor will not let her and Xiao Ba go. She cannot get the protection of her family, but will be implicated by what her family has done...