Chapter 65 Helplessness
After several days of non-stop racing, even with Ye Xunyang's solid martial arts foundation, he felt physically and mentally exhausted.
When the outline of Yumen Pass finally appeared on the horizon, Ye Xunyang's heart almost jumped out of his chest.
They encountered no obstacles and drove directly into the interior of the pass.
Ye Xunjin, who had already received the message by carrier pigeon, was waiting at the gate. His military uniform was stained with blood, and his face was tired and solemn. When he saw Ye Xunyang and a man in white arrive together, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"Third brother! You... why are you here?!" Ye Xunjin stepped forward, his tone disapproving, but more than that, it was full of heartache.
The Northwest is now a dangerous place, and he really didn't want his younger brother to be in danger.
"Brother, how is the Prince?!" Ye Xunyang didn't have time to explain. He dismounted, grabbed Ye Xunjin's arm, and his voice trembled with urgency.
Ye Xunjin's face darkened, he shook his head, and led them quickly toward the commander's tent, whispering.
"The situation is very bad. The prince is unconscious, and the poison in his wound is flaring up violently, with symptoms very similar to those he had when he was bedridden before, but even more severe! The military doctors are all helpless, saying only that the old poison has relapsed... And who is this?" He looked at Yu Beichen.
"This is the divine physician Gu Yubeichen. Quickly take us to see the prince!" Ye Xunyang spoke very quickly, but his heart sank.
Upon hearing this, Ye Xunjin dared not delay and immediately led the two into the tent.
The tent was filled with the strong smell of medicine. Lou Jin lay quietly on the couch, his face a familiar bluish-gray, his lips a strange pale purple, his breathing weak and rapid, his chest heaving with difficulty.
Seeing Lou Jin like this, Ye Xunyang felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his heart tightly, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He rushed to the bedside, grasped Lou Jin's cold and trembling hand, and cried out, "Your Highness..."
Yu Beichen frowned, strode forward, and reached out to touch Lou Jin's wrist.
His fingertips were icy cold, and his expression was focused, but as time went on, a layer of heavy frost gradually settled between his cool brows.
After a long while, he withdrew his hand, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Ye Xunyang. In those usually indifferent eyes, a sense of powerlessness was revealed.
“It’s the poison of the Heart-Eating Grass, and the dosage is extremely high, far exceeding what it was back then.” His voice was deep, with a cold, judgmental tone.
“When he was poisoned three years ago, I was helpless. Now the poison is even more potent than it was three years ago, and I am still powerless.”
There's nothing I can do...
These four words pierced through all of Ye Xunyang's hopes!
No! Impossible!
As if remembering something, Ye Xunyang took out a carefully treasured brocade pouch from his inner pocket, his hands trembling. Inside was the Crimson Sun Pill that the Imperial Preceptor Xuan Yunzi had given him. Ye Xunyang had asked the Imperial Preceptor for one before he left.
But because of the urgency, there is only this one.
"This! The pill given by the Imperial Advisor! The Prince relied on it to..." He paused, glanced at Ye Xunjin beside him, and said vaguely.
"...It was only with my help that the remaining poison was cleared! Sir, will this work?!"
Yu Beichen took the crimson pill, sniffed it carefully, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: "An extremely yang medicine, extremely domineering... Perhaps... it can temporarily stimulate the remaining yang energy in his body to resist the poison and strive for a glimmer of hope."
"But this pill is potent. He is currently weak, and taking it would be like setting himself on fire. It is extremely risky and could accelerate the onset of the poison."
"As long as there's a glimmer of hope!" Ye Xunyang interrupted him resolutely, his eyes filled with determination. "No matter what, I'm going to try!"
Without further hesitation, he carefully helped Lou Jin up, put the Crimson Sun Pill into his mouth, and then fed him water little by little.
His movements were gentle yet firm, as if he were performing a sacred ritual.
Not long after taking the pill, Lou Jin's body began to tremble violently, his skin became abnormally flushed, and the veins on his forehead bulged, as if he were enduring immense pain.
Ye Xunyang held him tightly, whispering repeatedly in his ear, "Your Highness, hold on...you must hold on..."
Yu Beichen watched quietly from the side, neither stopping him nor saying anything more.
He knew that this was the only potentially effective method at the moment; the rest was up to fate.
After a while, Lou Jin's trembling gradually subsided, the flush faded, and his breathing seemed slightly stronger than before, but he remained unconscious.
Yu Beichen stepped forward again to take the pulse. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, his tone still grave, but seemingly a little more relaxed: "The medicine has taken effect, temporarily protecting the heart meridian and suppressing the toxicity somewhat."
He walked to the desk, picked up a pen and quickly wrote a prescription, then handed it to the army doctor beside him: "Get the medicine according to this prescription, boil it down to one bowl with three bowls of water, and go quickly!"
The military doctor accepted the order and left.
Yu Beichen glanced at Ye Xunyang, who was tightly embracing Lou Jin as if he were transferring his own life force to him, and knew that he was no longer needed here.
He silently turned and left the tent, heading towards the place where the eldest prince, Lou Yan, was being housed.
Inside Lou Yan's tent, Yu Beichen carefully examined his injuries.
Compared to the strange and potent poison in Lou Jin's body, Lou Yan's serious injury, though troublesome, was actually more under his control.
He took out a life-saving pill that he had carefully refined, fed it to Lou Yan, and wrote down a prescription to have someone decoct it.
After everyone else had left, only he and the unconscious Lou Yan remained in the tent.
Yu Beichen stood by the bed, quietly looking at Lou Yan's still resolute brows and eyes even in his sleep. He reached out and his fingertips lightly, almost greedily, brushed across Lou Yan's tightly furrowed brows, as if trying to smooth out the wrinkles.
"Lou Yan...you're always like this...every time I see you, you're either injured here or about to die somewhere..."
"If I can't save your brother this time, will you blame me again when you wake up?"
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