It was already dusk, and Wang Rong rushed to the west wing in two steps. She saw that all the people queuing outside had dispersed, leaving only two or three servants cleaning up the place.
Wang Rong came to the door and was about to push it in. Suddenly the door opened and Pan Suxuan walked out of the house. Wang Rong was a little surprised when he saw it, and asked: "Pan...Pan Shaoxia? Why are you here?"
Pan Suxuan said: "I'm worried about Niantong, so I came here to have a look."
"Oh, how's your injury? Is it serious?"
"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your concern. These are just superficial wounds on mine. They will heal in a few days. However, Niantong is too poisoned and her life is at stake. I just heard from Doctor Gao that you have a secret recipe. Can I give it a try?"
Wang Rong said: "Don't be anxious, Young Master Pan. I have given the prescription to Buttercup, the Drug Supervisor. In less than half an hour, he will be able to fry the medicine and send it to the west wing."
Pan Suxuan was not happy after hearing this. After all, Dr. Gao was at his wits' end, so what could Wang Rong do? The so-called folk remedies are nothing more than a desperate struggle, better than nothing.
Even so, Pan Suxuan bowed deeply to Wang Rong and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Wang. No matter what the outcome is, I want to thank you on Niantong's behalf!"
Wang Rong said in her heart: "Listening to what you said, you don't believe that my secret recipe can be effective at all. Okay, let's do this for now, and I will make the admirers fall to the ground later."
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Divine Doctor Gao also walking out of the room. Wang Rong hurriedly left Pan Suxuan behind, came to Divine Doctor Gao and said, "How is the situation, Divine Doctor Gao? Have you found a suitable blood type?"
Doctor Gao shook his head and said: "We still found nothing today. As I said this morning, all of Zhao Shaoxia's limbs and bones have been corroded by poisonous gas. Even if we find a matching blood type, it will be of no use."
Wang Rong said: "It doesn't matter, as long as there is still a glimmer of hope, let's not give up. My medicine from the miracle doctor will be cured soon. When the time comes, give it to Zhao Shaoxia and give it another try."
Divine Doctor Gao sighed and said, "That's all we can do."
At this moment, Shuang'er suddenly heard shouting from inside the room: "Miracle doctor, Shaoxia Pan, come and have a look. Shaoxia Zhao seems to have moved."
After everyone heard this, they hurriedly walked into the house and came to Zhao Niantong's bedside. They saw that Zhao Niantong's face was still pale and he was lying motionless on the bed.
Doctor Gao asked: "Miss Shuang'er, where do you think Shaoxia Zhao moved?"
Shuang'er said: "Just...just now I saw Zhao Shaoxia's left hand seemed to move, as if he was trying to grab something."
Everyone looked at Zhao Niantong's left hand after hearing this. Sure enough, after a moment, the middle finger of Zhao Niantong's left hand jumped upward, and then his thumb and index finger bent inward at the same time, as if he was making a fist or holding something.
Seeing this, Pan Suxuan hurriedly asked: "Doctor Gao, what does Niantong mean?"
Doctor Gao sighed and said: "The tip of the middle finger is the Zhongchong point, which is the end of the pericardial meridian of Hand Jueyin. The upward jump of the middle finger indicates that the toxin has approached the heart artery. The thumb belongs to the Taiyin lung meridian of the hand, and the index finger belongs to the large intestine of Hand Yangming. According to the scriptures, the bending of these two fingers proves that Zhao Shaoxia's respiratory and digestive systems have also been eroded by poisonous gas. I'm afraid..."
"What are you afraid of?! Doctor Gao, just say it's okay."
"I'm afraid that the end is approaching. I think it's better to send someone to inform the old general and let him prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, Wang Rong hurriedly said loudly: "No...how can we give up easily at this last moment? Doctor Gao, is there any way to protect Zhao Shaoxia's heart and save her life now?"
Doctor Gao said: "I have already used acupuncture to seal the acupuncture points near Zhao Shaoxia's heart, but now the poisonous gas in her body is too strong, and acupuncture alone can no longer stop the poisonous gas from rising. Unless..."
Pan Suxuan and Wang Rong said in unison: "Unless what?"
Divine Doctor Gao glanced at Shuang'er, then shook his head and said: "It's useless. In order to extend one person's life, it's really not okay to risk another person's life in vain. You can't do this!"
"Why not?" Wang Rong said loudly. "You mean that Miss Shuang'er can extend Zhao Shaoxia's life?"
Doctor Gao nodded and said: "Yes, Miss Shuang'er can use her unique internal strength to temporarily suck out the toxins that have invaded Zhao Shaoxia's heart. But in this way, the poison of the golden needle will enter Miss Shuang'er's body again, and the toxins in Shaoxia Zhao's body will Sooner or later, it will happen again, and without an antidote, you still can't escape death. In this case, why take the life of Miss Shuang'er?"
When Wang Rong heard this, she wanted to take out the antidote in her arms immediately, but then she thought, who would believe me if I said this was the antidote? If they ask about the origin of the antidote, how should I explain it?
At this time, Shuang'er suddenly said: "Doctor Gao, let me try. Maybe I can suck out all the toxins in Zhao Shaoxia's body?"
Doctor Gao shook his head and said: "The poison of this golden needle is the most poisonous in the world. I have been practicing medicine for more than thirty years and have never seen such a violent toxin. You cannot suck out all of this poison, only three thirds at most." In one moment, your life is at stake."
Wang Rong said: "Even if you can't suck it all out, you can suck as much as you can. Zhao Shaoxia only needs to hold on for a while, and the medicine I boiled will come. By then, Shuang'er and Zhao Shaoxia will be safe and sound."
Doctor Gao thought to himself: "What's wrong with Mr. Wang? Why do you believe so strongly in that folk recipe? I've been practicing medicine for so many years. If I can't even tell whether a patient can be saved, then what kind of doctor am I supposed to be? Even if there is someone better than me in this world. I have excellent medical skills, but he writes prescriptions and prescribes medicine without even seeing the patient. If this can save people, then I, a miracle doctor, am willing to worship him as my teacher."
Pan Suxuan also felt something was wrong and said to Wang Rong: "Mr. Wang means that the medicine you brewed will definitely be able to cure the poison of the golden needle?"
Wang Rong was stunned, then laughed a few times and said: "I...I just want to give it a try. Anyway...that Tibetan doctor told me that this medicine is specially designed to cure all kinds of strange poisons in the world. ...I spent twenty taels of silver to buy it, so...it can't be without any effect, right?"
To be honest, Wang Rong himself didn't know whether the antidote in the white bottle had any effect, but at this point, he could only put his money on it.
When Pan Suxuan heard this, he hurriedly asked: "I wonder where the Tibetan doctor is now? Can he be invited into the house to diagnose Niantong's pulse?"
"I would have invited you if I could. People have said that he is used to the life of idle clouds and wild cranes, and he no longer wants to be trapped by worldly etiquette. If he needs to meet the master and lady before entering the mansion, he really doesn't want to be subject to these complicated etiquette anymore. Intrusion, so no matter how I invite him, he is never willing to enter the house with me."
When Pan Suxuan heard this, he sighed and said: "In this case, we can only pray now. I hope that the wonderful prescription prescribed by this extraordinary doctor can cure the disease and bring Niantong back to life."
