Xihe narrowed his eyes: "Song Mo?"
Behind the overlapping curtains, a man pushed out in a wheelchair with a smile on his face: "Second sister, long time no see."
Xihe: "..."
Looking at the prince whose condition was gradually stabilizing on the bed, and then at Song Mo who was looking at him with great interest, Xihe rarely fell silent.
So, why is this guy here?
Xiao Wu quickly got up and stood in front of Song Mo, staring at Xihe warily.
Xihe glanced at him, and after a brief silence, he walked directly to the prince, took out the silver needle and began to apply the acupuncture.
Xiaowu was anxious: "Master!"
Song Mo raised his hand and pushed the wheelchair forward on his own: "I didn't expect that the second sister can actually have medical skills?"
Xihe frowned and ignored him, and Song Mo didn't take it seriously. He continued to talk to himself, and even put his head in to take a closer look, and then nodded: "So it can be like this, why didn't I think of it? Second sister, you are so amazing! "
The prince was hit by an arrow in the chest, but the most serious thing was the poison on the arrow.
The poison was extremely toxic and began to spread rapidly as soon as it entered the body. The imperial doctors were helpless and went to the next door yard to discuss it.
Although Song Mo has excellent medical skills, he only temporarily controlled the disease and could not completely solve it.
The sweat on Xihe's forehead fell drop by drop. Song Mo raised his sleeve to wipe it for her. Xihe paused and raised his eyes to look at him.
Song Mo pursed his lips and smiled: "Second sister, be more attentive. Whether the prince will survive or not depends on you."
Xihe glanced at him lightly, lowered his head and continued to apply acupuncture.
The whole room was quiet, and there were sounds of soldiers patrolling outside the courtyard from time to time. The sky was dark, Xiangguo Temple was extremely quiet, but the imperial city was plunged into panic and noise.
The city was full of armor, searching for assassins everywhere, and every household screamed.
In Jiang's courtyard, Mr. Jiang was so anxious that he jumped up when he heard the knock on the door and ran over to open the door: "Big boy, have you found anyone?"
I looked behind him and saw nothing.
He immediately slapped his thigh and lamented: "Where on earth has this damn girl gone!"
Song Yu frowned tightly, but still tried her best to comfort him: "Grandpa, don't worry, just stay at home with peace of mind. I'll go look for her again. Yue'er is smart and nothing will happen to her."
With that said, he turned around and entered the night again with his sword in hand.
Mr. Jiang hurriedly caught up with him: "You have to be careful yourself, don't get into trouble." As the man walked away, his old face looked extremely worried.
Mrs. Xu wiped her tears with her sleeves and kept mumbling that it was all her fault.
In Xiangguo Temple, Xihe took off the silver needles one by one, put them in the box and put them away. Then he turned to look at Song Mo: "Brother, why are you here?"
His sudden return to the capital originally aroused suspicion, but now he came to save the prince.
Could it be... Xihe stared at him suspiciously.
Song Mo took a cup of hot tea and handed it over, but Xihe didn't take it and looked at him expressionlessly. Song Mo raised his eyebrows and put it down: "Of course I saw that the prince was in danger, so I came to help, isn't the second sister?"
Xihe: "..."
Of course she is, but the question is, as a person with no official position, what qualifications do you have to enter the Spring Terrace and find out that the prince has been assassinated? In this case, it means getting the news in advance.
And where did he get this news?
Xihe narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Of course I..."
Bang——
"Doctor Zhang, please."
The courtyard door opened, and a series of footsteps approached from far away.
The two looked at each other, Song Mo's face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Xiao Wu!" With a "offended" voice, he stopped Xi He and held him in his arms. Xiao Wu quickly stepped forward and pushed the wheelchair into the curtain behind the bed curtain.
Xihe Xing's eyes widened and he thought to himself, can you just hide here and be done with it?
The next second, Song Mo was pressed down somewhere, a slight sound came from the floor, and the three of them fell straight into the hole with their wheelchairs.
Feeling weightless, Xihe subconsciously closed his eyes.
With a muffled groan, the man groaned in pain: "Second sister, spare your life~" Xihe blushed, got up quickly, looked around, and then realized that he was in a cave.
A dark cave with oil lamps on the walls and a tunnel extending deep into the cave.
Xi He turned his head and Song Mo was helped up by Xiao Wu. He turned to look at her and said with a smile in his voice: "Second sister, let's go?"
The place where he fell just now was covered with thick mats, so it didn't hurt at all. This person did it on purpose.
Xihe glanced at him and looked at the wooden board above.
At this time, there were footsteps above the floor, as well as the exclamations of the eunuchs, followed by a messy noise.
Xihe guessed that he probably discovered that the waiter in the room had fainted.
The person has been treated, the poison on the prince's body has been basically eliminated, and she even treated the wound on his chest. The next step is the matter of the prince and his party.
Xihe turned around and followed Song Mo. If this could not save his life, it would be useless.
Along the way, Song Mo was like an open drain, chattering incessantly, which was not at all in line with his initially taciturn persona.
After exiting the tunnel, it was a small farmyard.
Song Mo: "It's late at night, and the city is already in chaos. Why don't you, second sister, stay in the courtyard for one night and go back tomorrow?"
Xihe shook his head: "No need, Grandpa will be worried."
Song Mo stopped talking and just nodded to Xiao Wu, asking him to escort the person back safely.
The small courtyard is not big, with several guards in black standing around it. The man is sitting in a wheelchair with a smile on his face, and behind him is a thatched house standing quietly.
Xihe took two steps, stopped, and looked at his legs hesitantly: "Your legs..."
Since your medical skills are so good, why not heal your own leg?
Song Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted his unconscious leg: "The root cause of the disease since childhood cannot be cured in twenty years."
"However, if it is the second sister, there may be a chance."
Looking at Xihe, he smiled and said nothing.
Xihe suddenly felt funny because of his little thoughts.
She walked over and squatted down, saying, "Do you mind if I lift up my trouser legs?" She had already lifted up her trouser legs and carefully inspected her calves.
The muscles atrophied, and even if I touched them, I felt nothing.
Song Mo let her move, with a gentle smile on his face, and answered whatever she asked. Finally, Xihe put down his trousers and stood up: "Nerve damage, even if it can be cured, will not happen overnight. You have to be prepared." Prepare."
Xiaowu first exclaimed: "Can it really be cured?"
The attendants next to him also had excited faces and stared at Xihe nervously. Xihe looked at Song Mo. The man's face remained calm, but the fingertips of the hand holding the folding fan turned white.
Xihe jaws out: "80% sure."
Several attendants looked at each other, their faces flushed with excitement, and finally they stepped forward and knelt down to worship: "I beg you, Miss Second, to treat my master's leg! From now on, you will be our brother's great benefactor, but no one dares to disobey me if I am asked to do so!"
Xihe waved his hand and made an appointment with Song Mo for treatment.
