He looked away and followed Shen Zhiyi into the house.
As soon as she sat down, Shen Zhiyi picked up her pen, opened the medical record, and asked carefully, "Young Master Ling, please describe in detail the circumstances when the poison took effect."
"Are there any numbness in your fingertips?"
Does your body feel cold?
Will I see double images?
She inquired about each detail of the past in detail, dipping her brush in ink, listening attentively to Ling Yuan's words while diligently taking notes.
Cold Soul Poison is a poison with an extremely long cycle, recurring repeatedly and causing great suffering.
However, Ling Yuan's symptoms seem to have progressed to the middle or late stages. If she is not treated as soon as possible, there may be no cure.
Shen Zhiyi then let Ling Yuan stay for a few days.
She focused all her attention on finding a cure, temporarily putting her promise to Duan Xingzhi aside.
Duan Xingzhi watched as she neglected her sleep and meals, taking meticulous care of that man surnamed Ling, asking about everything in detail and observing every single detail.
He stood in the shadow under the eaves.
Thinking back to when he first came to Fuling Valley, she also took care of him without taking off her clothes.
Could it be that he's already fallen for someone else so quickly?
He pursed his lips coldly; the sunlight outside was blazing, but a cold storm was raging in his heart.
His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
Shen Zhiyi was writing a prescription for Ling Yuan. After studying it for several days, she finally came up with a prescription that suited him.
She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her pen and wrote it down. Just as she handed the prescription to Ling Yuan for a look, her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Her eyebrows furrowed.
The moment I withdrew my hand from handing over the prescription, tears inexplicably streamed down my face.
She raised her hand and touched her face.
He looked at the wet stains on his fingertips with some surprise.
"Miss Chen, why are you crying?" Ling Yuan asked in surprise. "Could it be that my illness is incurable?"
"No, no, no." Shen Zhiyi shook her head. "If you take the medicine as prescribed these next few days, you'll be fully recovered in less than three days."
"Perhaps it's because I've been staying up late these past few days, my eyes are a little sore."
Ling Yuan smiled gently and said, "That shows how kind Miss Shen is, that she would worry so much about the patient."
Shen Zhiyi gave an awkward laugh.
"Please make yourself at home, Young Master Ling. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
She had to go and see what Duan Xingzhi was doing.
Did you cut a lemon or chop some chili peppers? Why does it taste so sour and astringent?
It made her cry.
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