Chapter 422: I can’t last long


    It was already late at night, Shitou took out his token and called for the city gate to be opened, and the carriage went straight to Prince Qi''s Mansion.


    The carriage entered Xiao Yu''s yard directly. Shitou ordered the boy below, "Hurry up and invite Dr. Zhao."


    He pointed to the other one and said, "The prince has been poisoned. You first go to the princess''s yard to report it, and then report it to the prince."


    The servants in the yard all started running, and within less than a cup of tea, the princess rushed into Xiao Yu''s yard with disheveled hair.


    ?She rushed into Xiao Yu''s bedroom and saw Xiao Yu, whose face was as golden as paper, unconscious and lying on the bed. She swayed for a while, and Mother Xu quickly supported her behind her.


    ??Mother Xu asked Shi Shi with a trembling voice, "What''s going on with the prince?"


    Shitou lowered his head and saw the princess''s bare foot, and whispered: "I don''t know where a cold arrow came from, and it hit the prince. The arrow was poisonous, and the prince has been unconscious since he was hit by the arrow."


    ??The princess let out a low howl in her throat, "My son—"


    ?At this moment, Dr. Zhao and the prince arrived together.


    ??The prince looked at Xiao Yu with an extremely ugly face on the bed. Doctor Zhao didn''t say anything, sat by the bed and started taking his pulse.


    After a long time, Doctor Zhao loosened his fingers, unwrapped Xiao Yu''s wound and looked at the wound.


    The prince and the princess both looked at him, "How?"


    ??Doctor Zhao frowned, "This poison is so overbearing that it has already invaded the heart."


    It was difficult for him to say, as Xiao Yu''s heartbeat was already very weak at this time.


    ??The princess grabbed the prince''s hand tightly, "Is it important?"


    ??Doctor Zhao hesitated for a moment and did not answer directly, "I can''t see what kind of poison the prince has, so it''s hard to prescribe the right medicine."


    ??Stone handed over an arrow wrapped in silk, "Doctor Zhao, this is the arrow that shot the prince."


    “Earlier in Yunzhou, the medical officer said that the arrow had a red crane crown on it and gave him a bowl of mung bean soup.”


    ??Doctor Zhao took it, smelled it first, and then rubbed it with a silver needle. The silver needle quickly turned black.


    Doctor Zhao''s face changed drastically, "Not only are there red crane crowns, but there are also peacock gallbladders and throat-seals when blood is seen! I can only distinguish these types at the moment, and I don''t know if there are others in there!"


    ?With just these kinds of things, the prince will definitely die.


    The most powerful thing among them is that the blood seals the throat. It is a great luck that the prince is still breathing at this time.


    The princess''s face turned pale. There were so many poisons, she must let Yu''er die!


    She was shaking all over and couldn''t stand any longer. The prince supported her and asked Dr. Zhao, "Is there any medicine that can detoxify her?"


    Doctor Zhao hesitated for a moment, "Although there is an antidote for the blood-sealed throat and crane-top red, the prince has been poisoned for too long."


    “There is no cure for peacock gallbladder.”


    ??The prince closed his eyes and said, "Let''s boil the medicine first."


    ??Doctor Zhao hurried back to the pharmacy and grabbed the medicine. Aunt Xu personally guarded it and cooked the medicine in the corridor.


    ?The medicine was fried for half an hour, poured into a bowl, and packed with ice cubes. After a while, the medicine was warm enough to be eaten.


    ??Mother Xu helped Xiao Yu up, and the princess personally held the medicine bowl and poured it into Xiao Yu''s mouth one spoon at a time.


    After all, the medicine was poured down. The prince stood aside and watched for a long time. Then he walked out silently and called Dr. Zhao, "Tell me the truth. Can Yu''er be saved?"


    Doctor Zhao lowered his head and considered it, "These poisons are too overbearing. My medical skills are shallow and incompetent."


    “The prince is currently hanging on with only one breath, and I’m afraid he can only hold on until noon at most—”


    (End of this chapter)