Chapter 238 Who is she?
Otherwise, he would have died before she arrived!
Mo Lang was still clinging to life, and upon hearing the sound, he struggled to open his eyes.
"Young Master..."
"Stop talking!" Lu Qingqing whispered.
"Quickly take off his clothes and wipe the blood clean, I need to give him an injection!"
“No, young master… the palace, the secret room, things.” Mo Lang tried to raise his hand, but couldn’t.
His eyes were wide open, stubborn, anxious, and filled with a fear of dying with unresolved rage.
He opened his mouth towards Ji Ruyan.
Ji Ruyan stepped forward, pinched his mouth shut, and said in a broken voice, "I told you to come back safely..."
Why did you go to the secret room?
The palace's secret chamber is heavily guarded and has three doors.
Apart from his father, neither the Empress nor he, the Crown Prince, had ever entered the palace.
On two occasions, thieves broke into the palace at night and attempted to infiltrate the secret chambers. The first time, they were wiped out after only managing to get through the first door.
The second time, they entered the second gate, and instead of being completely wiped out, one person escaped.
Mo Lang actually dared to break into such a terrifying secret room and even got something!
He's really asking for trouble!
Ji Ruyan's fingers trembled as she reached into Mo Lang's blood-soaked mouth and grabbed a thin thread.
As the blood-stained thread was pulled out, Mo Lang's expression turned ferocious, his veins bulged, and he vomited, spitting out a mouthful of blood along with something else.
Ji Ruyan was thrown to the ground, her eyes red as she commanded Mo Lang, "I said you were allowed to live! Did you hear me! Did you hear me!"
"...too...important..."
After Mo Lang finished speaking, as if he had completed his final mission, he looked at Ji Ruyan with a sense of relief and reluctance, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Mo Lang, Mo Lang!"
"The Resurrection Pill! Yes, I have the Resurrection Pill. Taking it will prolong my life by five more hours!"
Ji Ruyan frantically searched her body.
Gu Chengzhou's eyes welled up with tears. The young master was so anxious that he had lost his mind. The Rejuvenation Pill could only prolong life for three hours.
Besides, he had already fed him.
"Young master, you..."
Lu Qingqing inserted a long needle into Mo Lang's heart meridian.
"He's not breathing on his own anymore. Let's get him some better food! That might hold him up for three more days!"
Lu Qingqing took out a pill the size of a glass marble, crushed the outer wax coating, pinched Mo Lang's mouth, and then lowered his chin and raised it.
Gu Chengzhou: "Three days..."
His time was three hours.
It turns out that the one given to him was the least effective.
He had just sent two pills to his brother, and in the letter he said: This medicine is priceless and hard to find in the world. Throw away all your garbage. The most invincible medicine is these two pills.
Good heavens, there's something even more invincible!
The young master only has five hours' worth; it seems that the three-day one is very difficult to obtain.
Once Mo Lang recovers, he will definitely "use any means necessary" to get two of them.
"Qingqing, if we eat this, will Mo Lang be able to be saved?" Ji Ruyan asked hopefully.
"Not necessarily. If he can be saved in these three days, there's not much of a problem. If he can't be saved, then..."
It's his fate!
The Resurrection Pill only prolongs the time it takes for the breath to remain, until a doctor arrives to save it. If the root cause is damaged and there is no way to save it, then it is only a delay in the time it takes for the breath to die.
Mo Lang was seriously injured.
She lost too much blood, with more than twenty knife wounds, many of which were large cuts with flesh torn open, as well as stab wounds, falls, and it was unknown whether her internal organs were damaged. This time, she really needed to be stitched up properly!
"Take off all your clothes, wash yourself with hot water, and go call Lao Pang and Sixi to come and help me!"
Lu Qingqing opened her cloth bag, revealing 108 silver needles of varying lengths.
Ji Ruyan commanded in a deep voice: "Go now!"
Gu Chengzhou and Magistrate Xu both ran away.
Ji Ruyan stepped forward and took scissors to cut the torn clothes.
Lu Qingqing opened the bottom two compartments of the medicine box, took out the knife, and began to sterilize it.
"Mo Lang won't die," Ji Ruyan said as she wiped his body.
"He was originally a bodyguard, so his physical recovery ability is stronger than others."
"Otherwise, they won't survive until they grow up."
"Many poisons are ineffective against them."
"The former leader of the secret guards once had his intestines spill out, but he stuffed them back in, sewed his stomach back up, and survived for a month."
"And now we have you, the miracle doctor."
"Therefore, he will not die."
“Yes, he won’t die,” Lu Qingqing said.
"You are the future emperor, and even the heavens will favor you when you speak."
I am a divine healer, even the King of Hell has to give me some leeway!
"How could the people we're protecting possibly die!"
The future emperor.
Ji Ruyan's gaze turned westward, as if piercing through numerous obstacles to see the glittering imperial city.
He gradually became bloodthirsty, like a bone-chilling blade, ready to rip off his enemy's neck at any moment.
Yes, he will go back.
Those secret guards who risked everything to save him, the old minister who was assassinated while pleading for him, and everyone involved in the Crown Prince's rebellion.
He wanted to seek justice for himself.
Ji Ruyan picked up the blood-stained roll from the ground.
After removing the outer layer of oil paper, you'll find paper rolled into thin strips inside.
The paper was unfolded, revealing a portrait of a young woman.
The woman was stunningly beautiful.
Peach blossoms have slender, narrow eyes.
Oval face.
A delicate nose and sandalwood lips.
Dressed in a soft, rain-washed blue robe, amidst swirling snowflakes and flowing wind, she smiled, fan in hand, ethereal as a fairy.
With just one glance, Ji Ruyan felt as if she heard a voice from a distant place.
Like clouds, like mist, ethereal and formless.
It was an unfamiliar language, like... those strange rhythms that came to mind when I encountered a pack of wolves in the mountains.
He must have heard of it before, otherwise it wouldn't have popped into his head out of nowhere.
Just like Qingqing said, people can't just come up with things they've never seen or heard of out of thin air.
That might be a memory he hid deepest, one he had long forgotten, perhaps from his childhood!
He felt a strange sense of closeness to this woman.
who is she?
Lu Qingqing glanced at it and saw only a portrait of a woman, her clothes flowing gracefully.
She didn't ask any more questions, walked to the bedside, and looked at Mo Lang, whose body was covered in wounds.
He thought to himself, "This is just like when I first saw Ji Ruyan's whole body on the mountain. Except for the nooks and crannies, the rest of her body is covered in wounds."
There was no one on the mountain at that time, so she stripped Ji Ruyan naked.
At least Ji Ruyan left Mo Lang a short pair of underwear.
Lu Qingqing moved both hands simultaneously, quickly inserting the silver needles.
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