At this moment, Teng Chunlin from before cooked the medicine and took Le Lai back to the house with the medicine.
"Your Highness, I will feed him now." Teng Chunlin asked Xiao Zimu for instructions.
Seeing him nodding, he walked towards Zhao Xingwen's bed.
Yin Guangbo moved away silently, but Su Qian'an suddenly started to move.
He walked forward and sat on the bedside, lifted Zhao Xingwen's upper body up and leaned it against his chest.
Then he took the decoction from Teng Chunlin's hand, held his chin and fed it.
Teng Chunlin took the medicine bowl and stepped aside to wait. Seeing that the medicine had been poured down, the others took two steps forward and waited for Zhao Xingwen to wake up.
Su Qian'an looked at Zhao Xingwen, whose face was ashen and his lips were bloodless, and felt extremely uncomfortable.
If he could, he would rather be the one hit by the poisonous arrow than blame himself now.
A moment later, just as Xiao Zimu was about to turn around and ask Teng Chunlin why Zhao Xingwen hadn't woken up yet.
Then I saw him opening his eyes with some effort, and slowly woke up and turned around.
Su Qian'an grabbed the hand that Zhao Xingwen wanted to stretch out, called "General Zhao", and was choked with sobs that she could no longer speak.
Seeing this, Zhao Xingwen reluctantly smiled, held Su Qian'an's hand tightly, and said self-deprecatingly: "I didn't expect that my whole life of wisdom would be broken by an arrow."
When Xiao Zimu heard this, he looked at him with a sad face and said: "The injury on your arrow is not serious. The most important thing is that the poison was quenched on it. The doctors in the city are helpless about this. Just hold on, we will get up and return to Beijing that night. The imperial doctor in the palace will definitely find a solution."
When the two doctors heard this, they lowered their heads in shame and said nothing.
Naturally, they knew in their hearts that with the speed at which the poison was spreading, they would not be able to wait until they returned to the capital before the poison would attack their hearts and there would be no cure.
Bian Zhao and Yin Guangbo also looked sad. They knew that His Highness still wanted to try to save Zhao Xingwen, even if it was in vain.
Su Qian'an saw Zhao Xingwen reaching out and touching his waist with difficulty, and hurriedly asked him, "Is there anything important you want to give to Miss Huo?"
Zhao Xingwen rolled his eyes at him and said with great effort: "Sachet."
Su Qian'an heard this and looked at his belt, and sure enough there was a sachet hanging on his belt.
At this time, it was hanging to the side, and one corner was still pressed under Zhao Xingwen.
He lifted Zhao Xingwen's waist, took out the sachet and untied it.
Su Qian'an held the sachet in front of Zhao Xingwen's eyes and asked with a look of forbearing sadness: "Are you going to give this to Miss Huo?"
Zhao Xingwen was so angry at what Su Qian'an asked him.
Even though the atmosphere was so gloomy, she still managed to take a sip at him, and then said with great effort: "Show it to the doctor."
Su Qian'an said "Ah". Not only him, but also the remaining people, including the two doctors, were also confused by his words.
It was Xiao Zimu who came to his senses first, reached for the sachet held by Su Qian'an, and handed it to Dr. Teng beside him.
Another Gong Zhirui also walked over in two steps. His expression changed drastically as he watched Teng Chunlin open the sachet, put it in front of his nose and take a sniff.
Then, he handed the sachet to Gong Zhirui.
Gong Zhirui took it and brought it to his nose with a suspicious look on his face.
After sniffing it, his face was as frightened as Teng Chunlin's.
The two looked at each other, and Gong Zhirui asked Teng Chunlin uncertainly: "Could this be powder ground from the Spirit God Grass?"
Teng Chunlin nodded with a look of surprise on his face and replied to him: "Old man, it smells very much like the medicinal fragrance of the Spirit God Herb."
Su Qian'an looked at the weak Zhao Xingwen, then at the two doctors with happy faces, and scolded them both in confusion: "What are you two talking about?"
Teng Chunlin ignored Su Qian'an, saluted Xiao Zimu and said, "Your Highness, maybe he can still be saved. I'll give it a try now."
Xiao Zimu couldn't hold back his face after hearing this, and urged Teng Chunlin with a look of joy: "Doctor Teng, go try it quickly."
Teng Chunlin stepped forward and told Su Qian'an: "Please turn him over."
When Su Qian'an heard this, she helped Zhao Xingwen turn around carefully and asked him to lie down slowly.
Teng Chunlin held the sachet with great care and sprinkled the powder inside around Zhao Xingwen's blackened wound.
Gong Zhirui poured half a cup of water and handed it over, and Teng Chunlin sprinkled the powder inside into the cup.
After Zhao Xingwen finished the drink, he ran to add half a glass of water.
He shook the cup and asked Zhao Xingwen to continue drinking it, while still muttering: "This is a precious thing, and you can't waste any of it."
Xiao Zimu looked at Teng Chunlin's solemn look and asked Gong Zhirui beside him: "Can the powder in the sachet detoxify curare?"
"Not just curare, as long as it is not a strange poison in the world, Spirit God Grass can instantly dissolve it. Even if it is a strange poison, it can suppress the toxicity and temporarily hang the life of the injured." Although Gong Zhirui respectfully reported to Xiao Zimu , but the corner of his eye always stayed on the sachet.
Sure enough, it only took a moment.
The skin around Zhao Xingwen's arrow wound was covered in black, and it gradually returned to its original state at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The color on his face also turned rosy.
Teng Chunlin happily turned back to Gong Zhirui and said, "It seems that it is really the spiritual grass."
Gong Zhirui walked over in two steps, took the sachet and looked at how much was left in it.
Teng Chunlin stood up and replied to Xiao Zimu: "Congratulations, Your Highness, he is no longer seriously ill and will just need to be nursed back to health."
"So smart?" Xiao Zimu asked as he walked and stretched out his hand to Gong Zhirui.
Gong Zhirui reluctantly handed the sachet to Xiao Zimu and explained to him: "Your Highness doesn't know something. This spiritual grass grows on cliffs, and they must be cliffs with no sunlight. They can't see the light. It will thrive and take shape, but it will wither and lose all its medicinal effects less than a moment after picking. It is really rare that the person who picked it made it into powder in such a short period of time and still retained all its medicinal uses."
Xiao Zimu put it in front of his nose and smelled it, only to feel a fresh fragrance coming over him.
As for the others, he naturally couldn't tell them apart.
Teng Chunlin, standing aside, was already nodding his head while Gong Zhirui was explaining Xiao Zimu's doubts.
At this time, he turned around with a humble attitude, bowed to Zhao Xingwen and asked: "I dare to ask, where does this sachet come from?"
When Gong Zhirui heard this, he looked at Zhao Xingwen expectantly, eagerly waiting for his answer.
Zhao Xingwen was obviously frightened by the pious gestures of these two people and said something to them.
"It was given to me by someone else. They said it was for me to get rid of insects and poisons."
(End of chapter)