"I said you are a treacherous official. You must have committed a lot of corruption to have such a big mansion, and to have so much money to support the old ladies in the mansion."
Meng Zhuoer put her hands on her hips and almost shouted, giving the people present a show of what it meant to live and die.
Xia Yu had an expression as if the sky had fallen, his eyes widened, and the guard who followed him also looked frightened.
Only the person involved looked calm: "Have you finished venting?"
Meng Zhuoer took a deep breath and said neatly, "It's over!"
"Okay, let's start detoxifying this king."
The man's calm and traceless attitude frightened the subordinates who followed him.
Is this still the prince they know?
When did the prince's temper become so good?
Everyone looked at each other.
"When I treat patients and detoxify them, I don't want anyone to be present. They all stare at me with their eyes wide open like toads. Those who don't know think I'm a circus monkey."
Meng Zhuoer took out the newly bought silver needle bag and placed it on the table with three big words "not to be trifled with" written on her face.
Xia Yu looked at each other in confusion, and finally went out and closed the door after getting his master's permission.
The room quickly returned to silence, and it seemed that only the sound of people's breathing could be heard.
Meng Zhuoer sat opposite Yue Zhiting and asked him to stretch out his hand to feel for his pulse.
She lowered her eyebrows and frowned slightly: "Why is there another poison in your body? The pulse test last month was not like this."
The man quickly raised his eyes. Although he had already seen her great medical skills, he was somewhat surprised when she revealed the focus of the disease.
He indifferently stretched out his hand, but the girl held it down. Her tone was strong and did not allow for any refutation: "To tell the truth, I am the doctor and you are the patient.
Patients should not hide anything from doctors, otherwise you might as well find another expert. "
The patient's trust in the doctor is one of the foundations of medical treatment, otherwise something could easily happen.
"Four days ago, the toxins in my body suddenly couldn't be suppressed by the antidote. In order to suppress the toxins in my body, Dr. Li had no choice but to take the risk of using Hemerocallis."
"What?"
Meng Zhuoer frowned.
Hemerocallis is poisonous. Although it has a certain detoxification effect, using this herb is no different from drinking poison to quench thirst.
She smiled coldly: "You are not afraid of death. You dare to use such poisonous weeds."
Yue Zhiting didn't explain much.
His condition was helpless at that time. If the poison was not suppressed quickly, he would die of heart rupture and heartbreak.
So he had no choice at all.
As a result, her health improved slightly, and when she heard that she was coming to see Mrs. Yao, she hurried over.
"I will first give you acupuncture to protect the Heavenly Gate and the Earthly Gate, and then use the Nine-turn Needle to protect your heart. Later I will prescribe you a decoction, twice a day. I will come back after seven days. You return for a follow-up visit, so you don’t have to wander on the edge of life and death all the time.”
Meng Zhuoer said, lighting candles and preparing to sterilize the silver needles.
Yue Zhiting pursed her thin lips.
Perhaps Meng Zhuoer's medical skills were better than he thought.
Not to mention the chronic poison he had been poisoned before, even the poison from Hemerocallis was very subtle and could not be detected by ordinary people. It needed to be tested with a silver needle, but she knew as soon as she took a pulse that the toxins in his body were aggravated and he was in danger.
In fact, the poison was already somewhat uncontrollable on her wedding day, but there were many things at hand and something happened to the Queen Mother, so he was delayed for a while.
Yue Zhiting stared at the woman's back.
Compared to the last time we met in the mountains, she seemed much plumper and had a normal figure, neither thin nor fat.
But under this aesthetic that pursues extreme thinness and rib-like morbidity, she looks much more beautiful, and her every move exudes a unique style, which is very... charming.
As soon as Meng Zhuoer entered the doctor's state, he was meticulous. There was no medical alcohol for disinfection here, and these were the ones used by Mrs. Yao just now, so they could only be disinfected and sterilized with an open flame.
She turned around and saw the man's dark eyes looking at her, his clothes still intact.
"Why are you staring so big at me, lest others don't know how big your eyes are?"
Meng Zhuoer's own almond-shaped eyes also widened, "Take it off."
Yue Zhiting was slightly startled, with no change of emotion visible on his stern face. He took off his black gold-lined Xiangyun belt and took off his coat neatly.
Meng Zhuoer walked up behind him and was about to get the needle but suddenly froze.
The man's back was covered in various scars.
There were sticks, knives, swords, bows and arrows, whips... The marks were shocking, and it was probably because the wounds had not been well cared for at the time, and the scars had even grown and bulged, which was terrifying.
Some of these scars are very old, at least ten years old, while the pinker scars were made in the past two years.
But isn't Yue Zhiting a prince? In the five years since the emperor ascended the throne, he has had all the power, so how could he still suffer such a serious injury?
…
Seeing that there was no movement behind her for a long time, Yue Zhiting chuckled: "You haven't done anything yet? Are you frightened by these ugly scars?"
He had a mocking tone, whether he was laughing at the scars on his body or laughing at Meng Zhuoer's timidity for being frightened by these.
"Whoever is scared, I just think it's weird."
Meng Zhuoer regained consciousness and began to search for acupuncture points. After finding the correct point, the silver needle was inserted into the body.
"Isn't it just a scar? There's nothing strange about it."
He carelessly played with the purple jade ring in his hand.
Meng Zhuoer also saw it when he was holding the silver needle.
He has always worn this ring, but the ring does not fit well with his status as the powerful Yinshan King.
It was probably because of the noble temperament of the man. In fact, she thought it was some rare thing at first, but after taking a closer look, she could tell that it was stone marrow.
Regardless of the quality or style, this wrench is the lowest quality one.
Meng Zhuoer calmly sterilized the silver needle and continued with the next one.
Because the skin on the man's back was almost covered with scars, it would take some time for Meng Zhuoer to find the acupuncture points.
She put her hand on the man's back and watched carefully.
After finishing the back treatment, the next step was to protect the heart. Meng Zhuoer came forward.
She lowered her head and looked at the man's chest muscles, observing them intently.
At this moment, no matter how good the other person's figure is or how clear his texture is, to Meng Zhuoer, it is just a piece of meat.
She has seen more 'meat' in her life than she has ever eaten.
The last needle of the heart pulse falls, and it is completed.
"Okay, let's wait for half a stick of incense..."
Meng Zhuoer breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head, and was caught off guard by the man's eyes, as vast and deep as the universe.
His eyes are beautiful and dark.
Meng Zhuoer had never seen anyone with such dark eyes in his previous life. It was like a cosmic vortex that could suck people in at any time.
"You plan to wait and see when I see it."
