1692 fragments, luck is also a kind of strength
Everything is interdependent...
Feng Qingchen regarded Guo Baoji's words as a treasure. Since he did not find a breakthrough from Lan Jingyang, Feng Qingchen decided to check the ancient artifacts himself to see if there were any new discoveries.
The soldiers protecting Feng Qingchen turned pale with fear when they heard what Feng Qingchen said, and shook their heads repeatedly: "No, no, Miss Feng, this, this is too dangerous. If the Ninth Prince knew about it, he would kill us."
You must be kidding. If anything happened to Feng Qingchen, they would be skinned alive by the Ninth Prince.
"I will be careful and nothing will happen. You don't have to tell the Ninth Uncle about this." She was not afraid even if something happened. She could cure the disease, but there was no way to popularize it on a large scale.
"This won't do. Miss Feng, please don't make things difficult for me. How can we hide this from the Ninth Prince? If he finds out later, we will be in an even worse situation." The guarding soldier had a bitter face and tried to persuade her.
"I will go and tell the Ninth Prince in person that this matter has nothing to do with you and he won't blame you." Feng Qingchen believed that the Ninth Prince would support her work.
The soldier's face became even more bitter. He really couldn't persuade Feng Qingchen, so he had to say: "How about Miss Feng let us talk to the Ninth Emperor's uncle first? If the Ninth Emperor's uncle agrees, we will open the door."
Feng Qingchen frowned and pointed to the sky, "The Ninth Prince is in the palace at this hour, going in and out of the palace. Are you sure I have time to watch? Okay... I don't have time to waste, open the door quickly."
"But..." The soldier was about to cry.
Auntie, you can't bully people like this. It's just making things difficult for them.
"No buts, open the door. I will bear all the consequences and promise not to let you take the blame." Feng Qingchen promised again, and the soldiers' faces became even darker.
They have all been with the Ninth Uncle for several years and are well aware of his methods. If Feng Qingchen is really in trouble, it will be useless even if Feng Qingchen makes more promises. However...
If they rejected Feng Qingchen, their fate would be even worse.
Just think about those secret guards who have been retrained and you will understand.
The soldiers had no choice but to let Feng Qingchen in under her repeated insistence, and they even took the risk to accompany her, for fear that something might happen to Feng Qingchen inside.
Alas... Feng Qingchen sighed softly, not knowing whether to be happy that someone cared about him, or depressed about losing his freedom.
After the soldiers were fully armed, Feng Qingchen also dressed neatly, leaving only his eyes exposed, before stepping into the room where the burial objects were stored.
Because of the corpse poison, these burial objects had not been cleaned. They remained the same as when they were taken from the coffin shop. Feng Qingchen, wearing gloves, checked each one. Occasionally, when he saw some green moss and yellow soil, he would carefully scrape it off with a knife and put it in a test tube.
The soldiers who came to protect Feng Qingchen didn't understand what the point of this was. They just stood obediently behind Feng Qingchen, fearing that something might happen to Feng Qingchen here.
Feng Qingchen picked them up one by one, and this process lasted for an hour. Feng Qingchen's legs became numb from squatting. He stood up and stretched himself, and saw the porcelain fragments piled in the corner.
Seeing these fragments, Feng Qingchen suddenly thought that Feng Jin seemed to have encountered these burial objects before, but was not poisoned by the corpse. Could it be?
Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up. Regardless of her numb legs, Feng Qingchen hurried to the corner and found the pile of fragments. This time she really found the different places.
"What is this?" Feng Qingchen found a thin layer of milky white paste on the bottom and inside of the bottle.
Feng Qingchen carefully scraped off the object on the fragment, and then asked the soldier to take a clean cloth and take the porcelain fragment out.
"Let's go." Feng Qingchen's cheeks were slightly red, her eyes were shining, and she was extremely excited.
As soon as he returned to the temporary laboratory, Feng Qingchen dripped the paste into the toxin. The black poison turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, returning to the color of normal blood.
"It's amazing." Feng Qingchen tightened his grip on the test tube, and his whole body was enveloped by a powerful sense of accomplishment. This feeling was no less than snatching a patient from the hands of death.
Feng Qingchen was extremely excited, his face flushed and his eyes were unusually bright. Feng Qingchen quickly activated the smart medical kit and took the detoxified blood for examination. The results showed that everything was normal.
"That's great." Feng Qingchen almost jumped up with joy, and tears suddenly burst out.
She did it, she did it, she could save those who were tortured by the ancient corpse poison.
"I found the medicine." Feng Qingchen took the test tube and ran out.
In the flower hall, several old doctors were drinking tea. Feng Qingchen was not angry. He shook the test tube in his hand and shouted happily: "I found the last medicine. The ancient corpse poison can be cured."
"Bang..." The cups broke into pieces on the ground. Several old doctors stood up in disbelief and repeated, "You found the last medicine?" How is this possible? It only took a few hours. This luck is too good!
Feng Qingchen nodded excitedly: "Yes, I found it. I just tried it, and the black poisonous blood has returned to normal. Look."
"Quick, let me take a look." Several old doctors came forward and asked questions carefully.
Although Feng Qingchen was disgusted by what happened last time, this time the corpse poison was related to the lives of tens of thousands of people, so Feng Qingchen did not hide it and told the prescriptions one by one.
"It was actually found on a few pieces of debris. Miss Feng, you are so lucky." Someone said sourly, unable to hide the envy and jealousy in his words.
Feng Qingchen didn't want to be affected by such a person, so he said to several respected old doctors: "This medicine is extremely powerful and cannot be used directly on humans. The medicines and dosages on the prescription also need to be adjusted. We still have one hour, so the most urgent thing is to prepare the prescription."
"Yes, yes, yes, let's prepare the prescription first, this is the key point." The old doctor with white beard also didn't like those sour words, so he stopped everyone from making sour remarks.
Feng Qingchen is indeed lucky, but luck itself is also a kind of strength. Among so many people, how many of them are like Feng Qingchen, who dare to ignore the danger of being poisoned by the corpse and check the burial objects?
Not one!
The doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau were all very skilled in medicine and had solid theoretical knowledge. In less than half an hour, they had modified the prescription and collected the paste on the porcelain piece.
Several imperial doctors personally prepared a bowl of medicine, and Feng Qingchen fed it to Lan Jingyang. For the next half hour, everyone stared at Lan Jingyang as if he were a gorilla. Lan Jingyang was ashamed to death, but unable to struggle. He could only close his eyes to escape reality and pretend that nothing had happened.
"Look, look, it's working. The dark spots on my chest seem to have faded." Someone pointed at Lan Jingyang's exposed skin and poked it with his fingers from time to time.
This group of imperial doctors were all excited and didn't care about Lan Jingyang's mood at all. They only cared about finding the antidote and they had done a great job this time.
"Here, and here... the color on my face has faded. The medicine is working." Not only did it work, it was very effective. All the imperial doctors shouted with joy like little children.
"Let me take his pulse and see if there are any side effects." The white-bearded doctor stepped forward and said seriously.
Everyone consciously gave him a seat, held their breath, and looked at the old man in unison. When the old man withdrew his hand, everyone hurriedly asked, "How is it? How is it? Is there any problem with this prescription?"
If there is a problem, they don't have time to come up with a second prescription...