Chapter 147 Detoxification
Three words, light and airy, with an undisguised provocation.
Chu Yue's brows furrowed even tighter. If it weren't for Shen He's sake, she would have wanted to throw this ignorant patient out.
Shen He was about to say something.
Xue Minglan's gaze had already turned back and was fixed on her face again.
He suddenly laughed.
That smile was like the melting of ice and snow, or like a wildfire raging across the prairie, carrying with it a reckless heat.
"But I believe you."
Chen He's heart seemed to be hit hard by something and choked slightly.
She stared at him, his handsome and pale face full of unreserved trust in her.
This trust was so heavy that she could hardly breathe.
She took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, turned to look at Chu Yue, her eyes becoming extremely solemn.
"Chu Yue, let's start."
Chu Yue nodded.
She no longer paid attention to Xue Minglan and took out the prepared items one by one from her medicine box.
A row of silver needles of varying lengths, shining with cold light.
A warm jade knife as thin as a cicada's wing.
Several white porcelain bottles filled with unknown medicinal powder.
Every time something was taken out, the atmosphere in the cold palace became more depressing.
Shen He walked to the bedside and whispered to Xue Minglan.
"Lie down."
Xue Minglan raised his eyebrows, but was surprisingly obedient and lay down submissively.
Chen He leaned over and tried to help him put his injured hand back in place.
Just when her fingertips were about to touch his wrist, Xue Minglan suddenly turned his hand over and grabbed her hand.
His palms were hot, like branding irons, and his strength was so great that it seemed as if he could crush her bones.
Chen He struggled but couldn't break free.
She raised her eyes and met his frighteningly bright ones.
He just laughed softly, and in that laugh there was a hint of satisfaction and a hint of cynicism.
"If I could hold your hand like this forever..."
"It's better not to cure this poison."
The hoarse and bewitching voice seemed to carry a scorching temperature, burning Chen He's ears to the point of numbness.
"Don't be silly."
Her voice was cold, yet contained a hint of firmness that brooked no argument.
"I want your life."
Xue Minglan was stunned.
For the first time, astonishment was clearly reflected in his eyes, which were always filled with madness and paranoia.
Those hot hands still held her tightly.
The force did not relax at all, but instead became tighter because of those words.
That brutal force, in the extreme pain, turned into an almost instinctive and desperate dependence.
Just at this moment, Chu Yue, who had been silent all the time, moved.
She ignored Xue Minglan's horrifying look, turned around and walked quickly to the table.
There, the sandalwood box containing the silver spirit grass had already been opened.
Chu Yue took out a warm white jade mortar and a small jade pestle.
With a focused expression, she used a warm jade knife to carefully cut off the "purple marrow", the core vein of the silver spirit grass, and placed it in the mortar.
“Boom.”
Pound it with a jade pestle.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The crisp and regular sounds echoed strangely in this silent cold palace.
It seems like a death-prompting pendulum, but also like the heartbeat of a new life.
A strange fragrance instantly filled the entire room.
The fragrance is refreshing, but it also brings with it an extreme chill that penetrates deep into the bone marrow. It makes people feel refreshed, but at the same time, they can't help but feel cold all over.
Soon, the tough "purple marrow" was ground into a pool of light purple medicinal paste that sparkled with silver light.
Chu Yue did not stop, pouring most of the medicinal paste into a white porcelain bowl that had been prepared long ago, and adding warm rice wine.
The aroma of wine and medicine mixed together, and the chill seemed to be neutralized a little.
She held the bowl and looked at Shen He.
"Feed him all the water, don't leave a drop."
Chen He immediately stepped forward and took the porcelain bowl.
Her eyes never left Xue Minglan's painfully twisted face.
She carefully scooped up a spoonful of medicine with a jade spoon and brought it to his cracked lips.
Her voice was as light as a feather, yet filled with irresistible tenderness.
"Minglan, drink it."
"It will be fine."
Xue Minglan's eyes, which had almost lost focus due to the severe pain, struggled to refocus and looked at her steadily.
There, there is no madness, no paranoia, only unreserved, childlike trust.
He opened his mouth with difficulty.
The moment the medicinal liquid entered his mouth, a bone-chilling chill that seemed to freeze his internal organs exploded!
Then came an overwhelming feeling of nausea.
“Hmm…”
Xue Minglan let out a painful whimper from his throat, and his body instinctively wanted to resist.
"Swallow it."
Shen He's voice was commanding, and his other hand gently stroked his Adam's apple.
Xue Minglan looked at her, saw the determination and heartache in her eyes, and actually endured the tearing pain and swallowed hard.
One spoonful after another.
Soon, half of the bowl of medicine was gone.
On the other side, Chu Yue had already taken action.
She dipped her fingertips into the remaining purest medicinal liquid in the jade mortar. Her movements were as fast as lightning and as steady as a rock.
She applied the extremely cold medicinal paste very carefully around every acupoint where Xue Minglan was pierced by the silver needle.
Shixuan, Yongquan, Baihui...
Finally, there is the Tanzhong point on the heart.
When the last drop of medicinal paste was applied to the root of the longest silver needle at Tanzhong acupoint——
Ice and fire collide in hell!
Xue Minglan's body suddenly bounced up from the bed, and his back arched into a terrifying arc!
Like a live shrimp thrown into boiling oil!
All the muscles in his body were twitching and cramping wildly! His bones were making a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound, as if they were about to be crushed into pieces at any moment!
His eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and his eyeballs were almost popping out of their sockets!
On the forehead and neck, the purple blood vessels were tangled and bulging, looking hideous and terrifying!
Unimaginable pain, like a huge wave, instantly swept through every cell in his body!
"Minglan!"
Chen He felt heartbroken and subconsciously held his cold and violently trembling hand tightly with both of hers.
She tried to use her body temperature to convey a bit of strength.
"Hold on!"
Her voice rose with urgency and trembled a little.
"Look at me! Look at me!"
Xue Minglan's hand, like a pair of red-hot iron pliers, held her tightly!
The force was so great that it almost crushed Shen He's wrist bones!
“Hmm…”
Chen He's face turned pale in an instant due to the pain, and fine beads of cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.
But she bit her lower lip tightly and didn't even let out a cry of pain.
She couldn't be distracted, and she couldn't let him be distracted.
At this moment, she was his only anchor.
The anchor must never be broken.
Chen He lowered his eyes, looked at Xue Minglan, and softened his voice.
"Lie down."
Xue Minglan's Adam's apple rolled, and the cynical and ruffian air in his heart gradually disappeared under Shen He's unwavering gaze.
In the end, he didn't say a word and slowly lay down on the cold bed.
But the hand that was holding Chen He never let go from beginning to end.
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