1691 Can't afford to lose, this is the last day

The Ninth Prince did not tell Feng Qingchen about the pressure he was under in the court. He did not interfere with Feng Qingchen's handling of Lan Jingyang at all. Whether Lan Jingyang lived or died, he could bear the consequences.

Wang Jinling knew why these officials were so obsessed with the Ninth Prince's mistake. After thinking about it, he privately passed a message to Feng Qingchen, asking Feng Qingchen to temporarily spare Lan Jingyang's life, at least to allow him to survive until the trial.

Since the Ninth Prince took over as regent, he has issued several reform decrees. These decrees are beneficial to both the people and the country, but they inevitably damage the interests of some old families and powerful people, especially this time the road construction.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that road construction is a very lucrative business. When many people heard the news, they tried every possible way to use their connections to get the job. But...

The Ninth Prince actually decided on the candidates quietly and also set up a Supervisory Office. This Supervisory Office was composed of children from poor families, young masters of power and nobility, great scholars, famous people, and folk eccentrics. The personnel composition was complex, and no one would give face to anyone else, and it was impossible to bribe so many people, so that their people could not gain any benefits here.

How could people not be angry as they watched the benefits they had obtained fly away? The officials who did not gain any benefits were more or less resentful towards the Ninth Prince. They would not let the Ninth Prince go after finding fault with him this time, so as to force him to make concessions. In addition, people from the factions such as the Retired Emperor and the Prince of Zhou tried to take advantage of the situation, making the situation even more chaotic.

Building roads is a major event that benefits the country and the people. Wang Jinling does not want any accidents to happen due to power struggles, so he has to secretly reveal the news to Feng Qingchen. Anyway, as long as Jing Yang is alive, the Ninth Prince can find a reason to cover up the matter and suppress those people.

"Lan Jingyang is so lucky." Feng Qingchen couldn't help but sigh. When it comes to power struggles, there is no right or wrong. Unless Lan Jingyang's identity as a descendant of the Lan family is exposed, she really can't kill Lan Jingyang.

Every country has its laws and every family has its rules. Lan Jingyang's affair not only alarmed the government, but also became known to everyone. If she wanted to kill Lan Jingyang privately, she would definitely be committing the capital crime of murder.

"As long as you are in Dongling, I don't believe that I can't take your life." Feng Qingchen scribbled a few words on the paper. After listing the medicine list one by one, Feng Qingchen asked someone to give the list to the imperial doctors in the Imperial Hospital and asked them to make a diagnosis.

She can use advanced instruments to analyze the composition of toxins and can also prescribe medicine based on the composition of toxins, but Chinese medicine prescriptions are not one plus one equals two. When these medicines are combined together, the effects will be completely different. Therefore, she needs the imperial doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau to make a diagnosis and determine whether this prescription is usable.

This went on repeatedly. Feng Qingchen and the doctors of the Imperial Hospital had been living like this for the past few days. One would write out a prescription, while the other would make a diagnosis. Once the doctors confirmed that the medicine was suitable, they would boil it according to the prescription and give it to Lan Jingyang to try. If it worked, they would record it. If not, they would continue...

After being repeatedly tested with drugs by Feng Qingchen and the people from the Imperial Hospital, Lan Jingyang no longer looked as handsome as before. He looked listless and thin. Even if an acquaintance stood in front of him, they would not be able to recognize who he was.

It takes time for the drug to take effect. Five days is not a long time. Feng Qingchen and the imperial doctors spent four days to find a way to control it. The drug is almost as effective as the Valley Master's detoxification pills after dilution, but the cost is much lower. It can be widely popularized and let the poisoned people take it, but this is far from enough...

"That won't do. This prescription may be enough to fool laymen." Feng Qingchen called the imperial doctors to a meeting. "If such a prescription is handed over, it can only be used temporarily. If it can't cure the problem, the higher-ups will still investigate."

"Time is running out. We can hand over the prescription first and then slowly think of a solution." Several old doctors persuaded Feng Qingchen with hope on their faces.

It's not that they don't want to be serious, they just can't think of a good way. If they could find a prescription, they wouldn't do this.

"I feel like there's something missing from this prescription." An old man with a white beard muttered to himself as he looked at the prescription. His words also made everyone's eyes light up: "Which ingredient is missing?"

"I don't know." The white-bearded old man answered simply, but everyone was disappointed, including Feng Qingchen.

After four days and four nights of hard work, Feng Qingchen finally found out the composition of the ancient corpse poison. Through Western medicine treatment, Feng Qingchen can also help the poisoned people remove the toxins in their bodies, but...

This won't work.

There were too many people poisoned. In just four days, thousands of people had been poisoned. More than 10,000 people in the entire imperial city had been poisoned by the ancient corpse poison. If she had to treat them one by one with Western medicine, she would never be able to cure all of them even if she died of exhaustion.

With this kind of medical ethics, she has no ability to earn money even if she wants to.

"Let's think about it together. We can always find a way. We still have time." There is still one day left. If no better way can be found, Feng Qingchen will take out this prescription and save the lives of these doctors first.

Regardless of the character of these doctors, their medical skills were indeed amazing. As for character? She herself was not very noble, so how could she force others to be as kind as the Holy Father?

Because a large number of imperial physicians were stationed in Shuntian Prefecture, it was inconvenient for the Ninth Prince to come over. The two of them could only communicate occasionally and learn about the progress of things through the people around Feng Qingchen. The Ninth Prince was relieved to know that Feng Qingchen had a prescription that could be delivered.

The last day arrived, and Feng Qingchen and the imperial doctors still hadn't found a better prescription. The imperial doctors kept urging Feng Qingchen to hand in the prescription, but Feng Qingchen refused and asked everyone to wait.

"Uncle Ninth Prince said five days. If it's not dark yet, it means five days have not passed. I believe there are still four hours left. Let's think about it, and maybe we can find a good way." Handing over this prescription can indeed save lives temporarily, but it is also a hidden danger.

What if, just in case, a doctor with excellent medical skills recognizes that this prescription cannot cure the disease, then not only will their reputation be ruined, but they will also be guilty of deceiving the emperor.

Being a doctor is a high-risk profession. If you accidentally kill someone or prescribe the wrong prescription, your career will be ruined. Feng Qingchen didn't dare to gamble with her own career as a doctor, nor did she dare to gamble with the careers of the other imperial doctors, because she couldn't afford to lose.

Although the imperial physicians were dissatisfied, they also knew that Feng Qingchen meant well. No one objected, but just looked at Feng Qingchen in silence.

They haven’t been able to find a solution in four days, and there are only four hours left. Can they do it?

Regardless of whether it works or not, Feng Qingchen is going to give it a try. After all, this is the worst that could happen.

Feng Qingchen came to Lan Jingyang's ward again, looking at the skinny Lan Jingyang lying there motionless, Feng Qingchen had no sympathy. You know, there are many patients like him out there, and these are all caused by Lan Jingyang.

Feng Qingchen swiftly drew a tube of blood from Lan Jingyang, turned around and walked out without even looking at him. Compared with the Valley Master's medicine slave, Lan Jingyang's treatment was already very good.

Lan Jingyang was lying on the bed, his eyes were dull, and only when he saw Feng Qingchen would his eyes move, staring at Feng Qingchen's figure, that look could quench poison...