"Zhiyu".
Ye Linxi's heart also tightened. She murmured a few words, but she knew that this was a critical moment in the treatment, and she had no other choice but to pray for Song Zhiyu.
"Don't worry." Xiao Xun appeared behind Ye Linxi at some point, and while everyone's attention was on the other side, he grabbed her hand and held it tightly.
Ye Linxi's mind was entirely focused on Song Zhiyu, and he had no time to pay attention to Xiao Xun's improper behavior, not even giving him a glance.
Xiao Xun frowned, somewhat displeased, his lips pressed into a straight line. Those who knew him well could tell he was on the verge of anger.
Normally, if Ye Linxi saw Xiao Xun like this, she would probably turn pale with fright.
But now she only glanced at him indifferently before quickly turning her head away, preferring not to see him.
Xiao Xun felt as if he had punched a cotton ball. He sighed deeply, his helpless eyes revealing a hint of doting affection.
*
At this moment, Song Zhiyu's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the glistening beads of sweat slid down her delicate face and slowly splashed on the ground.
But she had no time to care about the sweat on her face; all her energy was focused on the silver needles in her hands. Her eyes were resolute, and her movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest wavering.
Time passed slowly, and the man on the stretcher gradually improved his complexion, his dark lips regaining their normal color.
They watched as Song Zhiyu healed the person, and they were all incredibly shocked.
They initially only knew that Song Zhiyu was a highly skilled doctor who had cured the princess's old ailment, which had defied all the famous doctors in the world, and they thought it was an exaggeration.
Now it seems she really is capable.
Watching a life on the verge of death slowly come back to life before their eyes, a genuine smile involuntarily appeared on their faces.
Some were happy while others were sad; Consort Cheng's expression, however, was not so pleasant.
"Did you really do what I asked you to do? Why was she able to save the person?" Consort Cheng scolded the maid behind her in a low voice, her anger finding no outlet.
The maid was so frightened that she almost buried her head in her chest, and her teeth were chattering as she spoke, "This servant did as Your Highness instructed, but Song Zhiyu's medical skills are really amazing, and this servant has no way to help her."
"Useless!" Consort Cheng angrily flung her sleeves and sat back down in her original seat with a stern face.
Shen Jinshu on the other side wasn't much better off. Looking at Shen Yanxi, whose back view even carried a hint of joy, she forced a smile and said, "Second sister is really amazing. It seems that without us, second sister is actually better off."
But Shen Yanxi didn't delve into the meaning behind her words at the moment, and nodded seriously, completely unaware of Shen Jinshu's forced smile.
In a corner where no one was watching, Shen Jinshu's gaze towards Song Zhiyu was as if it were poisoned, terrifyingly gloomy.
Song Zhiyu is really lucky; she managed to save a person who was on the verge of death.
She should have been the one receiving all the attention and praise, but Song Zhiyu took it all away the moment she appeared.
Fortunately, she still has a backup plan; she is determined to win today's championship.
Shen Jinshu calmed herself down a bit, suppressing all the anger in her heart. Like everyone else, she stared at Song Zhiyu's hand movements with tension and worry, her eyes fixed intently on him.
When Shen Yanxi turned to look at Shen Jinshu, he saw this scene, and a feeling of relief welled up in his heart.
If Song Zhiyu could be more understanding, she would definitely be able to become friends with Shu'er.
pity……
Shen Yanxi's eyes dimmed, and he laughed at himself for having such thoughts; how naive he was.
*
The treatment was not yet finished at this point.
As Song Zhiyu inserted the last silver needle, the patient's body suddenly trembled, his skin began to regain its normal color, and his pulse gradually stabilized.
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, the patient on the stretcher suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, staring wide-eyed.
Under Song Zhiyu's astonished gaze, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and then collapsed heavily back down.
All the changes happened in an instant. Song Zhiyu hurriedly got up to check on the patient's condition, but was suddenly pushed by Mingzhu who rushed over.
The treatment she had just received had taken a huge toll on Song Zhiyu's mental energy. Caught off guard by a strong push, she stumbled back two steps and fell straight backward.
Zhou Xingzhi's expression changed instantly. He rushed forward, reached out and wrapped his arms around Song Zhiyu's waist, holding her slender waist firmly in his large hands.
"You've killed him! And you still claim to have superb medical skills? I think you're nothing special." Mingzhu rubbed her aching neck. Seeing the person on the ground moving, she assumed Song Zhiyu had killed him and couldn't wait to come and kick him while he was down.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions towards Song Zhiyu now carrying a different meaning.
"I never thought Song Zhiyu would actually kill someone. I thought she could snatch someone from the jaws of death."
"But her acupuncture skills are truly amazing..."
"What's the use of being powerful? He still managed to kill the person. It's pitiful that this person could have died peacefully, but he didn't expect to suffer torture before his death."
"..."
Their attitudes changed faster than turning the pages of a book. If Song Zhiyu really saved the person, they would want to praise her to the heavens.
But now that he's dead, they want nothing more than to trample Song Zhiyu into the ground, and there are plenty of people who want to kick him while he's down.
Consort Cheng was delighted with this, as she hadn't expected things to turn around. It seemed she had overestimated Song Zhiyu. "Miss Song, you've lost."
What good is having the crown prince backing you up? If you're not capable enough, you can only accept your fate.
Song Zhiyu steadied herself, strode up to Mingzhu, raised her hand and slapped her hard across the face. Before Mingzhu could react, she pushed her away, her eyes filled with malice. "Get out of my way!"
She hurriedly knelt down to check on the patient's condition, her expression grave. The two toxins had combined, causing the patient's condition to worsen and resulting in vomiting blood. His physical condition was deteriorating rapidly, but she could still feel the man's faint breathing.
There's still hope!
Song Zhiyu laid the person flat and changed the treatment method, using the most dangerous acupuncture technique in the book of acupuncture. Every needle must be inserted precisely, without the slightest deviation, otherwise even a great immortal could not save the person.
Mingzhu was slapped across the face by Song Zhiyu, and then knocked to the ground by her hand. When she fell, she still looked incredulous, but what followed was a burning rage.
She scrambled to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury, and strode menacingly toward Song Zhiyu.
"Song Zhiyu, you dare hit me? Even my father has never hit you. Are you tired of living?"
But before he could even reach Song Zhiyu's side, or even touch the hem of her clothes, he was stopped.
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