Chapter 32: A Monthly Cold Toxin
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"Such a thing happens." Xie Mingyu and Zhao Ling were both surprised.
"Doesn't the government here care about it?" Zhao Ling asked. It was impossible for the prefect of Yunzhou not to take some measures on such a big matter.
"Of course the government is also investigating, but it has been more than a month, and more and more scholars are missing, and the government hasn't even found out anything." The shopkeeper's face was resentful.
This group of people in the official government usually dominated in public gatherings or occasions, but when something really happened, they turned into furnishings one by one, which was really useless.
After the two of them had dinner, Zhao Ling was a little worried. Xie Mingyu was gentle and elegant. As soon as he entered the city, pedestrians were attracted to look at him. At first sight, he was the best among scholars. Such a goal was too obvious. She worriedly said to Xie Mingyu. "Cousin, according to the shopkeeper just now, you must be careful tonight."
Xie Mingyu smiled gently and said jokingly. "Is Ling'er worrying about me? Be careful not to be heard by King Xuan. If the eyes are knives, I might be pierced by him along the way."
Zhao Ling rolled his eyes. This Xie Mingyu had become more and more playful about himself recently. She glared at him, and took green bamboo back to the room. Although Xie Mingyu had no power to bind a chicken, he should be fine with courage and resourcefulness.
After returning to the room, she thought of Meng Yuan again. This guy hadn't seen anyone since entering the inn. Should I remind him about the situation in Yunzhou City? However, the guards around him seem to be strong in martial arts, and he didn't seem to be weak. He should be fine, right?
While she was struggling, Changdong came to her first. Facing Luzhu's obviously unkind pretty face, he kept his eyes open, and said to Zhao Ling. "Princess, please go and see my prince."
"Hey, how many times have I told you, don't call my lady princess, don't you understand human words?" Lu Zhu was about to be mad with this dead man's face.
"Princess, please go and see my prince." Chang Dong still said this.
Zhao Ling sighed helplessly and asked. "What's wrong with your prince?"
"The prince's situation is not very good, please go and see my prince."
This guard seems to have poor language skills, but if it was not serious, he would not ask her. Anyway, she was about to see him. Meng Yuan's face was getting worse and worse these days, she was a little worried for no reason.
Zhao Ling told Luzhu to stay in the room, and went to Meng Yuan's room with Changdong.
Meng Yuanheng's room was Tianzi number one. The most luxurious room in the entire inn. The interior was spacious and comfortable, with luxurious furnishings, which was extraordinary. Sure enough, if one had money, one could be willful. Zhao Ling groaned inwardly.
Walking into the inner bedroom, she saw Meng Yuan laying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale and sweaty. His hands were clenched in fists, his body trembling, and his teeth clenched and rattled. On the side, Situ Gong was applying a needle for him, but his body was shaking severely, which made it difficult to apply the needle. He was as calm as Situ Gong, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his face.
Seeing Changdong and Zhao Ling coming in, they said. "Changdong, you quickly break the prince's mouth, he has been gritting his teeth to endure the pain, and be careful that he doesn't bite his tongue."
Changdong heard the words and immediately followed Situ Gong's instructions to do it, but Meng Yuan's bite was too tight, and Changdong didn't dare to use too much force, so he couldn't start.
Although Zhao Ling was a forensic doctor, he still understood basic medical principles. Meng Yuan was probably accustomed to the pain. He was used to sealing the pain instead of showing it. If this went on, it was indeed possible to bite his tongue.
She stepped forward and grabbed his clenched hands, and gently called in his ear. "King Xuan, Meng Yuan, wake up."
After repeating it many times, Meng Yuan's entire body gradually relaxed, and his trembling situation became better. Changdong took advantage of this success and opened his mouth. Zhao Ling also gently broke his clenched fists, only to see that the palms were dripping with blood, which was hurt by his nails.
Situ Gong also took this opportunity to finish the needle neatly, wiped the sweat on his head, and said to Zhao Ling. "Thank you, Princess for your help."
Here was another screamer! Zhao Ling didn't bother to wait for them to explain to her, and asked, "What's wrong with King Xuan?"
Situ Gong sighed lightly and replied. "The princess did not know that the prince was suffering from cold poison in his body, which made his legs unable to stand. This cold toxin occurs once every month, and it is still not getting better now. It's even more terrifying every year."
Cold poison? Zhao Ling didn't research on poison and didn't know it clearly, and asked, "Is there no cure for this cold poison?"
Situ Gong shook his head. "It's not that there is no cure, but the antidote is more difficult to match. I have developed it for 7 years, but the poison can only be temporarily suppressed and cannot be eradicated."
That said, he had been like this for 7 years. For 7 years, he had to endure this heart-wrenching pain every January, and he had to face it alone, without any relatives. No wonder he was accustomed to self-enclosure in the face of pain, because no matter how painful his condition, there would be no relatives to comfort him.
Zhao Ling looked at Meng Yuanheng's pale face and tight lips, feeling that his heart seemed to be severely pulled, and he couldn't breathe for a while. She saw the wound on his palm and thought of getting up to bandage him. As soon as she stood up, Meng Yuan's hand was tightly held.
"Don't go." A low, hoarse voice seemed to have infinite desire.
Although Meng Yuan closed his eyes tightly and his consciousness was not yet restored fully, he subconsciously grasped the hand that made him feel at ease and refused to let go.
Seeing Meng Yuan clutching her hand tightly and constantly murmuring "Don't go" unconsciously, Zhao Ling couldn't bear it, so he ordered Changdong to bring gauze and wound medicine. After receiving the materials, she began to clean the wound, and dress him carefully.
Situ Gong was surprised when he saw Zhao Ling's professional and proficient gestures beside him. He had practiced medicine for many years, and he could tell at a glance that this princess Xuan was calm and decisive, and it was definitely not easy. No wonder the prince would look at her differently.
Zhao Ling asked while bandaging. "Mr. Situ, how is King Xuan's leg injury? I saw his legs seem to be able to stand and walk a few days ago. Why is this?"
Situ Gong replied. "The prince's legs are actually fine. It's just because of the cold toxin in the body that the legs can't be used. When the poison was severe in the previous years, it was difficult to get out of bed. Recently, the cold toxin has been suppressed. Relying on his own internal strength, he can forcibly suppress cold toxin for a period of time. But this way, the next time the cold toxin occurs, the backlash will be stronger and the pain will be more intense."
"I see!" Zhao Ling slowly uttered. Thinking of him visiting her room twice at night, Zhao Ling felt a little shaken in her heart. Seeing Meng Yuan's frowning eyebrows and the pain dripping with cold sweat, she wiped the sweat from his face with a sweat towel, and then gently stroked his frowning brow.
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"Such a thing happens." Xie Mingyu and Zhao Ling were both surprised.
"Doesn't the government here care about it?" Zhao Ling asked. It was impossible for the prefect of Yunzhou not to take some measures on such a big matter.
"Of course the government is also investigating, but it has been more than a month, and more and more scholars are missing, and the government hasn't even found out anything." The shopkeeper's face was resentful.
This group of people in the official government usually dominated in public gatherings or occasions, but when something really happened, they turned into furnishings one by one, which was really useless.
After the two of them had dinner, Zhao Ling was a little worried. Xie Mingyu was gentle and elegant. As soon as he entered the city, pedestrians were attracted to look at him. At first sight, he was the best among scholars. Such a goal was too obvious. She worriedly said to Xie Mingyu. "Cousin, according to the shopkeeper just now, you must be careful tonight."
Xie Mingyu smiled gently and said jokingly. "Is Ling'er worrying about me? Be careful not to be heard by King Xuan. If the eyes are knives, I might be pierced by him along the way."
Zhao Ling rolled his eyes. This Xie Mingyu had become more and more playful about himself recently. She glared at him, and took green bamboo back to the room. Although Xie Mingyu had no power to bind a chicken, he should be fine with courage and resourcefulness.
After returning to the room, she thought of Meng Yuan again. This guy hadn't seen anyone since entering the inn. Should I remind him about the situation in Yunzhou City? However, the guards around him seem to be strong in martial arts, and he didn't seem to be weak. He should be fine, right?
While she was struggling, Changdong came to her first. Facing Luzhu's obviously unkind pretty face, he kept his eyes open, and said to Zhao Ling. "Princess, please go and see my prince."
"Hey, how many times have I told you, don't call my lady princess, don't you understand human words?" Lu Zhu was about to be mad with this dead man's face.
"Princess, please go and see my prince." Chang Dong still said this.
Zhao Ling sighed helplessly and asked. "What's wrong with your prince?"
"The prince's situation is not very good, please go and see my prince."
This guard seems to have poor language skills, but if it was not serious, he would not ask her. Anyway, she was about to see him. Meng Yuan's face was getting worse and worse these days, she was a little worried for no reason.
Zhao Ling told Luzhu to stay in the room, and went to Meng Yuan's room with Changdong.
Meng Yuanheng's room was Tianzi number one. The most luxurious room in the entire inn. The interior was spacious and comfortable, with luxurious furnishings, which was extraordinary. Sure enough, if one had money, one could be willful. Zhao Ling groaned inwardly.
Walking into the inner bedroom, she saw Meng Yuan laying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale and sweaty. His hands were clenched in fists, his body trembling, and his teeth clenched and rattled. On the side, Situ Gong was applying a needle for him, but his body was shaking severely, which made it difficult to apply the needle. He was as calm as Situ Gong, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his face.
Seeing Changdong and Zhao Ling coming in, they said. "Changdong, you quickly break the prince's mouth, he has been gritting his teeth to endure the pain, and be careful that he doesn't bite his tongue."
Changdong heard the words and immediately followed Situ Gong's instructions to do it, but Meng Yuan's bite was too tight, and Changdong didn't dare to use too much force, so he couldn't start.
Although Zhao Ling was a forensic doctor, he still understood basic medical principles. Meng Yuan was probably accustomed to the pain. He was used to sealing the pain instead of showing it. If this went on, it was indeed possible to bite his tongue.
She stepped forward and grabbed his clenched hands, and gently called in his ear. "King Xuan, Meng Yuan, wake up."
After repeating it many times, Meng Yuan's entire body gradually relaxed, and his trembling situation became better. Changdong took advantage of this success and opened his mouth. Zhao Ling also gently broke his clenched fists, only to see that the palms were dripping with blood, which was hurt by his nails.
Situ Gong also took this opportunity to finish the needle neatly, wiped the sweat on his head, and said to Zhao Ling. "Thank you, Princess for your help."
Here was another screamer! Zhao Ling didn't bother to wait for them to explain to her, and asked, "What's wrong with King Xuan?"
Situ Gong sighed lightly and replied. "The princess did not know that the prince was suffering from cold poison in his body, which made his legs unable to stand. This cold toxin occurs once every month, and it is still not getting better now. It's even more terrifying every year."
Cold poison? Zhao Ling didn't research on poison and didn't know it clearly, and asked, "Is there no cure for this cold poison?"
Situ Gong shook his head. "It's not that there is no cure, but the antidote is more difficult to match. I have developed it for 7 years, but the poison can only be temporarily suppressed and cannot be eradicated."
That said, he had been like this for 7 years. For 7 years, he had to endure this heart-wrenching pain every January, and he had to face it alone, without any relatives. No wonder he was accustomed to self-enclosure in the face of pain, because no matter how painful his condition, there would be no relatives to comfort him.
Zhao Ling looked at Meng Yuanheng's pale face and tight lips, feeling that his heart seemed to be severely pulled, and he couldn't breathe for a while. She saw the wound on his palm and thought of getting up to bandage him. As soon as she stood up, Meng Yuan's hand was tightly held.
"Don't go." A low, hoarse voice seemed to have infinite desire.
Although Meng Yuan closed his eyes tightly and his consciousness was not yet restored fully, he subconsciously grasped the hand that made him feel at ease and refused to let go.
Seeing Meng Yuan clutching her hand tightly and constantly murmuring "Don't go" unconsciously, Zhao Ling couldn't bear it, so he ordered Changdong to bring gauze and wound medicine. After receiving the materials, she began to clean the wound, and dress him carefully.
Situ Gong was surprised when he saw Zhao Ling's professional and proficient gestures beside him. He had practiced medicine for many years, and he could tell at a glance that this princess Xuan was calm and decisive, and it was definitely not easy. No wonder the prince would look at her differently.
Zhao Ling asked while bandaging. "Mr. Situ, how is King Xuan's leg injury? I saw his legs seem to be able to stand and walk a few days ago. Why is this?"
Situ Gong replied. "The prince's legs are actually fine. It's just because of the cold toxin in the body that the legs can't be used. When the poison was severe in the previous years, it was difficult to get out of bed. Recently, the cold toxin has been suppressed. Relying on his own internal strength, he can forcibly suppress cold toxin for a period of time. But this way, the next time the cold toxin occurs, the backlash will be stronger and the pain will be more intense."
"I see!" Zhao Ling slowly uttered. Thinking of him visiting her room twice at night, Zhao Ling felt a little shaken in her heart. Seeing Meng Yuan's frowning eyebrows and the pain dripping with cold sweat, she wiped the sweat from his face with a sweat towel, and then gently stroked his frowning brow.
"Such a thing happens." Xie Mingyu and Zhao Ling were both surprised. "Doesn't the government here care about it?" Zhao Ling asked. It was impossible for the prefect of Yunzhou not to take some measures on such a big matter. "Of course the government is also investigating, but it has been more than a month, and more and more scholars are missing, and the government hasn't even found out anything." The shopkeeper's face was resentful. This group of people in the official government usually dominated in public gatherings or occasions, but when something really happened, they turned into furnishings one by one, which was really useless. After the two of them had dinner, Zhao Ling was a little worried. Xie Mingyu was gentle and elegant. As soon as he entered the city, pedestrians were attracted to look at him. At first sight, he was the best among scholars. Such a goal was too obvious. She worriedly said to Xie Mingyu. "Cousin, according to the shopkeeper just now, you must be careful tonight." Xie Mingyu smiled gently and said jokingly. "Is Ling'er worrying about me? Be careful not to be heard by King Xuan. If the eyes are knives, I might be pierced by him along the way." Zhao Ling rolled his eyes. This Xie Mingyu had become more and more playful about himself recently. She glared at him, and took green bamboo back to the room. Although Xie Mingyu had no power to bind a chicken, he should be fine with courage and resourcefulness. After returning to the room, she thought of Meng Yuan again. This guy hadn't seen anyone since entering the inn. Should I remind him about the situation in Yunzhou City? However, the guards around him seem to be strong in martial arts, and he didn't seem to be weak. He should be fine, right? While she was struggling, Changdong came to her first. Facing Luzhu's obviously unkind pretty face, he kept his eyes open, and said to Zhao Ling. "Princess, please go and see my prince." "Hey, how many times have I told you, don't call my lady princess, don't you understand human words?" Lu Zhu was about to be mad with this dead man's face. "Princess, please go and see my prince." Chang Dong still said this. Zhao Ling sighed helplessly and asked. "What's wrong with your prince?" "The prince's situation is not very good, please go and see my prince." This guard seems to have poor language skills, but if it was not serious, he would not ask her. Anyway, she was about to see him. Meng Yuan's face was getting worse and worse these days, she was a little worried for no reason. Zhao Ling told Luzhu to stay in the room, and went to Meng Yuan's room with Changdong. Meng Yuanheng's room was Tianzi number one. The most luxurious room in the entire inn. The interior was spacious and comfortable, with luxurious furnishings, which was extraordinary. Sure enough, if one had money, one could be willful. Zhao Ling groaned inwardly. Walking into the inner bedroom, she saw Meng Yuan laying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale and sweaty. His hands were clenched in fists, his body trembling, and his teeth clenched and rattled. On the side, Situ Gong was applying a needle for him, but his body was shaking severely, which made it difficult to apply the needle. He was as calm as Situ Gong, and a few drops of sweat appeared on his face. Seeing Changdong and Zhao Ling coming in, they said. "Changdong, you quickly break the prince's mouth, he has been gritting his teeth to endure the pain, and be careful that he doesn't bite his tongue." Changdong heard the words and immediately followed Situ Gong's instructions to do it, but Meng Yuan's bite was too tight, and Changdong didn't dare to use too much force, so he couldn't start. Although Zhao Ling was a forensic doctor, he still understood basic medical principles. Meng Yuan was probably accustomed to the pain. He was used to sealing the pain instead of showing it. If this went on, it was indeed possible to bite his tongue. She stepped forward and grabbed his clenched hands, and gently called in his ear. "King Xuan, Meng Yuan, wake up." After repeating it many times, Meng Yuan's entire body gradually relaxed, and his trembling situation became better. Changdong took advantage of this success and opened his mouth. Zhao Ling also gently broke his clenched fists, only to see that the palms were dripping with blood, which was hurt by his nails. Situ Gong also took this opportunity to finish the needle neatly, wiped the sweat on his head, and said to Zhao Ling. "Thank you, Princess for your help." Here was another screamer! Zhao Ling didn't bother to wait for them to explain to her, and asked, "What's wrong with King Xuan?" Situ Gong sighed lightly and replied. "The princess did not know that the prince was suffering from cold poison in his body, which made his legs unable to stand. This cold toxin occurs once every month, and it is still not getting better now. It's even more terrifying every year." Cold poison? Zhao Ling didn't research on poison and didn't know it clearly, and asked, "Is there no cure for this cold poison?" Situ Gong shook his head. "It's not that there is no cure, but the antidote is more difficult to match. I have developed it for 7 years, but the poison can only be temporarily suppressed and cannot be eradicated." That said, he had been like this for 7 years. For 7 years, he had to endure this heart-wrenching pain every January, and he had to face it alone, without any relatives. No wonder he was accustomed to self-enclosure in the face of pain, because no matter how painful his condition, there would be no relatives to comfort him. Zhao Ling looked at Meng Yuanheng's pale face and tight lips, feeling that his heart seemed to be severely pulled, and he couldn't breathe for a while. She saw the wound on his palm and thought of getting up to bandage him. As soon as she stood up, Meng Yuan's hand was tightly held. "Don't go." A low, hoarse voice seemed to have infinite desire. Although Meng Yuan closed his eyes tightly and his consciousness was not yet restored fully, he subconsciously grasped the hand that made him feel at ease and refused to let go. Seeing Meng Yuan clutching her hand tightly and constantly murmuring "Don't go" unconsciously, Zhao Ling couldn't bear it, so he ordered Changdong to bring gauze and wound medicine. After receiving the materials, she began to clean the wound, and dress him carefully. Situ Gong was surprised when he saw Zhao Ling's professional and proficient gestures beside him. He had practiced medicine for many years, and he could tell at a glance that this princess Xuan was calm and decisive, and it was definitely not easy. No wonder the prince would look at her differently. Zhao Ling asked while bandaging. "Mr. Situ, how is King Xuan's leg injury? I saw his legs seem to be able to stand and walk a few days ago. Why is this?" Situ Gong replied. "The prince's legs are actually fine. It's just because of the cold toxin in the body that the legs can't be used. When the poison was severe in the previous years, it was difficult to get out of bed. Recently, the cold toxin has been suppressed. Relying on his own internal strength, he can forcibly suppress cold toxin for a period of time. But this way, the next time the cold toxin occurs, the backlash will be stronger and the pain will be more intense." "I see!" Zhao Ling slowly uttered. Thinking of him visiting her room twice at night, Zhao Ling felt a little shaken in her heart. Seeing Meng Yuan's frowning eyebrows and the pain dripping with cold sweat, she wiped the sweat from his face with a sweat towel, and then gently stroked his frowning brow.
