The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

Chapter 108 Chen Chuxiao Tests Medicine

The door of the side room was half-open, and the yellow sunlight shining in broke the darkness.

Chu Yizhao looked inside and saw his two black boots moving constantly, raising a cloud of choking dust in the dry winter day.

Chen Chuxiao lay on his back, his face red and purple, as if something was blocking his throat, and the feeling of suffocation made him kick the ground and ask for help. The right arm that was injured was bleeding, mixed with pure white powder dripping down.

There were messy, muddy, and blood-stained spots all around him.

Thinking about Wei Xingli's words, Chu Yizhao walked in.

Chen Chuxiao is testing medicine for Qianyang, so he can't be like Sun Hai, who doesn't care about life or death.

Got to leave a life.

When Feng Zhi rushed in, he saw Chu Yizhao standing motionless at the threshold, and Chen Chuxiao was like a maggot circling around her feet.

"Ah Ming! What are you doing there?"

"He has only applied the medicine twice and he is already suffocating. Check to see if he has syncope."

I heard that this man was a noble. If he died, wouldn't they be charged with murdering an imperial official?

Feng Zhi sweated a little on his forehead. Wei Xingli, that bastard, would definitely protect his wife but not him...

Chu Yizhao slowly rolled up his sleeves and squatted to take a look.

There was no foreign object blocking the throat, the right shoulder was injured, the right hand was weak, and the left hand was tightly grasping the collar of the shirt.

It feels like suffocation, but it’s not.

The face of a suffocating person is purple-blue, and the eyeballs are bulging and red due to the effort of breathing. But Chen Chuxiao's eyes are cloudy and blurry, as if he has fallen into the abyss of dreams.

It's an illusion.

Just like urinating in a dream, the subconscious mind controls the muscles.

She took off the silver hairpin on her head, pushed aside Chen Chuxiao's clothes, and put the cold tip of the hairpin against the Fengchi acupoint under the occipital bone, ready to pierce it...

"Hey, hey, hey." Feng Zhi hurried forward and grabbed her, his eyes fell on the silver hairpin that was several times thicker than an ordinary silver needle, his eyes were filled with fear, "You don't want to stab him with this..."

"how?"

"What, you girl..."

Chu Yizhao's expression was so matter-of-fact that Feng Zhi was speechless for a moment.

"Even if it's suffocation and convulsion, a three-inch silver needle can be inserted into the acupuncture point. Your silver hairpin must be four inches..."

Chu Yizhao glanced at the hairpin in his hand and found that it was indeed thicker than the other hairpins.

No wonder it's so heavy.

"It's really terrible. The reason he's in this state is that the snake venom has spread from the wound to his brain, causing hallucinations. If he doesn't wake up, he will suffocate to death in his own nightmare."

As he spoke, his men thrust the tip of the silver hairpin into the concave acupuncture point. The man on the ground convulsed in pain and curled up like a fish on a chopping board.

Chu Yizhao seldom used needles. Tianguang died too early, so he only taught him the basic principles of observation, auscultation, and medicine preparation, but his acupuncture skills were forgotten. Fortunately, Tianguang loved writing, so he recorded the prescriptions, methods, and secret techniques in the classics clearly, so he could get some key points by reading them.

She had practiced with a senior brother from Tianqing Temple before, and he was very accurate in the acupuncture, but he said that her hands were too strong and it hurt the skin of the people she pierced, so he didn't let her touch it anymore.

A sudden pain exploded from his chest, and Chen Chuxiao's eyes revealed a hint of clarity and disbelief. His face turned pale with pain, and even the redness and purple on his face faded a lot.

Chu Yizhao smiled.

Pain has its benefits.

Feng Zhi exclaimed, "This is also possible?!"

Chen Chuxiao stared at the two of them with his eyes wide open in pain.

Seeing this, Chu Yizhao handed the silver hairpin to Feng Zhi and said, "Prick three more points on the Du channel and four more points on the Gallbladder channel."

Good things should be shared with each other.

Feng Zhi was immersed in his own thoughts. Seeing her handing over something, he took it and said hesitantly, "Is it okay..."

He has been practicing medicine for decades, but he has never seen such an acupuncture.

Chu Yizhao was impatient, "You talk too much nonsense"

Testing medicine on living people is such a precious opportunity; every injection and every dose is a rare experience.

It’s right that Qimen’s medical technology has stagnated.

Feng Zhizha, "I'm being cautious. Who is like you who don't take human life seriously?"

What three attackers? They are all bloody people!

Hearing this, Chu Yizhao frowned, "This is your imagination. Sun Hai and I have an old grudge. Using him as a medicine man was my personal decision. It has nothing to do with Tianqing."

The withered skin twitched twice. Feng Zhi was about to refute, but a clear voice was carried to Feng Zhi's ear by the cold wind of the winter, and he subconsciously closed his mouth.

"When doctors of Tianqing Dao test drugs and needles, they use their own blood and body, and never regard human life as worthless. Don't talk nonsense and tarnish the reputation of our sect."

For example, the hemostatic medicine in her previous life almost cut her left arm in pieces.

But that's okay.

It's always been like this.

She said it lightly, but Feng Zhi felt as if struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze, his mouth open as if it could swallow a whole egg.

Chu Yizhao walked out of the door and prepared to change the medicine powder. Pain relief itself is an illusion, numbing the wound instead of pain.

It’s a good thing that Chen Chuxiao is having hallucinations at this moment.

As she walked out of the door, she heard Feng Zhi's questioning voice from behind. The tone was different from the previous casual tone, and it was more serious than Chu Yizhao had ever heard before.

"Is the sky light like that too..."

That way…

How?

Testing medicine.

Chu Yizhao didn't turn around and asked him,

"Otherwise, who can kill him..."

A genius who is both a doctor and a poisoner.

Died inexplicably in the prime of life.

He died so quickly and suddenly that Chu Yizhao didn't even get to see him for the last time.

The banyan tree has shed its green leaves, leaving only dry and skinny branches.

A white mist rose into the sky, steaming with a sweet fragrance, breaking the bleak winter day.

There was a long queue in front of the simple stall.

Huaichun is waiting quietly in the long queue.

The young lady loves chestnut cake and she wants to take some back.

Chang Nian came running over, exhausted, and squeezed to the side.

Huaichun laughed at him, "Why are you in such a hurry? Have you found Zhao Zhuo?"

This morning Chu Yizhao suddenly said that she had borrowed thirty-five taels of silver from Zhao Zhuo, the owner of Chunshui Tower, and asked the two of them to come and collect the debt.

Chang Nian was still gasping for breath and waved his hand to signal to wait.

Just as someone finished buying, the line began to move slowly. Huaichun took a rest with him and prepared to walk forward a little further.

After waiting for a long time, I found that the man in front of me didn't move at all.

She reminded quietly, "Sir, you can move forward now."

The man tilted his head slightly, revealing his angular profile. He said nothing, but took two steps forward.

Huaichun followed closely behind. The man in front was wearing a blue silk shirt, which had a faint scent of cold plum blossoms.

The waist is tied with a Hetian round fish pendant, which is exquisitely carved.

His status is not low.

Huaichun quietly moved away from him.

Chang Nian didn't notice anything unusual and complained, "Sister Huaichun, I didn't find Zhao Zhuo at all."

Huaichun was surprised, "Isn't he the shopkeeper of Chunshuilou?"

Chunshuilou is the largest stationery shop on East Street. She didn't know when the young lady had lent the money, but what the young lady said couldn't be wrong.

Chang Nian shook his head. "The current shopkeeper's surname is Wu. Shopkeeper Wu said that he had a heat stroke and took leave, and he never came back."

"Maybe he's looking for another job."

Huaichun was depressed, "If I can't find the person, then the money will be wasted."

Chang Nian was also sad, "Who said it wasn't?"

Piece after piece of sweet and soft chestnut cake was wrapped in greaseproof paper and taken away. When it was the dejected duo's turn, only the empty steamer was left with a little steam coming out.

The boss apologized with a smile, "I'm sorry, the last one was bought by that gentleman just now."

Huaichun's eyebrows drooped, making her look even more depressed.

The two of them left like wandering souls.

Halfway through the swim, Chang Nian had a stomachache and wanted to go to the toilet. Huaichun was sitting on the stone steps waiting for him.

A light yellow puppy came running over, with soft and shiny fur and a lively look.

This kind of appearance does not look like a wild dog.

Huaichun looked around but didn't see her master.

The puppy had two white spots between his eyebrows and was holding a rope in his mouth with two cloth bags tied to the rope.

It stares at Huaichun,

Huaichun stared at the cloth bag.

Bags...

Familiar cloth bag