Crown Jewels

Chapter 154

Gu Baozhu looked at the unconscious Song Yan, pressing out white marks with his fingers holding the teacup.

Although she was anxious, she waited for Qian Yan to relax for a while before asking out the worries in her heart.

"Master, what happened to Song Yan?"

Qian Yan looked at the pale Gu Baozhu, her usually bright red lips seemed to lose their color at this moment.

He nodded to her comfortingly, and picked up the poisoned arrow on the ground.

"If it lasts for three to five days, there shouldn't be any major problems!"

"The plan for now is to investigate and deal with what the poison is, and formulate a prescription for detoxification."

Gu Baozhu nodded, seeing Qian Yan observing the sporadic flesh and blood left by Song Yan on the arrow, he still couldn't help but said anxiously.

"Then master is sure about this poison?"

When Qian Yan heard this, she raised her head and looked at the girl in surprise.

Gu Baozhu pursed her lips tightly, trying to suppress her emotions, but the anxiety and worry in her eyes could overflow.

"I taught you that!"

"There is no rush for a drug test, let alone any certainty of victory."

"The country of Yan has a vast land and abundant resources, and when the herbs are mixed, it is necessary to verify the ingredients in the poison one by one."

"On this basis, the antidote to the disease can be formulated according to the law of mutual generation and mutual restraint."

Obviously, as Qian Yan's favorite heir, it's impossible for Gu Baozhu not to know such obvious pharmacology.

However, at this time, Gu Baozhu still asked such a layman's question, it could only be because she lost her sense of proportion.

Thinking of this, Qian Yan couldn't help but glanced at the young man who had been placed on the bed, and the expression of the young man who fell into a coma at the moment became more solemn.

"Girl, you take care of him these two days!"

"Then find me a house, and put the meals at the door every day. I will try my best to check the ingredients of the poison and prepare the antidote within three days."

After saying this, Qian Yan glanced at Gu Baozhu and sighed lightly, but still gave a word of comfort.

"Don't worry too much, this kid has a solid body and can't be compared with ordinary people."

"Even if I can't prepare the antidote within three days, he won't die immediately."

"Besides, you have to trust me!"

"Although I am good at surgery, I have two skills in the preparation of antidote. Otherwise, I would not have been in the hospital for so long."

"Uh-huh--"

"Master, I understand, Baozhu believes in you."

Gu Baozhu nodded to Qian Yan, signaling him not to worry.

She immediately greeted the servants, took Qian Yan out of the clean wing, and told others not to enter and disturb.

After making arrangements for Qian Yan's side, Gu Baozhu looked at Song Yan who was lying on the bed and fell into a coma.

The young man frowned, and the broken hair on his forehead and temples was wet with cold sweat.

His lips were also pale without blood, Gu Baozhu stretched out her hand and subconsciously smoothed it for him.

After covering Song Yan with the quilt, Gu Baozhu got up and stared blankly at the opened coffin in the hall.

Gu Bao pursed his lips with the sound of fingernails rubbing against each other, and finally left Song Yan's bed and came to the hall where the coffin was placed.

Arrows and crossbows were scattered on the ground, and the coffin lid had been completely opened.

When Gu Baozhu raised his eyes, he could see the figure lying in the bed.

Before, because of the dark corridor and the closed environment, Gu Baozhu didn't have the courage to look aside at all.

However, the lights were brightly lit at this time, and the situation inside the coffin was shocking.

Obviously the corpse was still completely preserved by Dansha, but it was just like the nightmare she had that day.

There were scattered bloodstains on the mottled skin, and the skin on the cheeks was completely peeled off, so it was impossible to tell who this person was at all.

Despite the tragic state of the man in the coffin, it can still be seen that he should be tall and slender in front of him.

The pungent cinnabar smell spread throughout the hall, the smell seemed to be poisonous, Gu Baozhu felt as if it had penetrated into her heart, like an invisible thorn, piercing her heart suddenly shrank, the painful person seemed to forget to breathe, and only The cold sweat dripping down the whole body.

Qian Wuzuo held the toolbox, and the dead people in the coffin were too terrifying. Even if he had been through this for many years, he couldn't help but frown.

The situation inside the coffin made him gasp. At this moment, he keenly saw Gu Baozhu's abnormality, and Qian Wuzuo hurried forward and pulled Gu Baozhu behind him.

Gu Baozhu only felt that he was just like a fish out of water.

She tried hard to breathe, but there was always a suffocating pain that made her unable to relax.

Fortunately, it was Qian Wuzuo's pulling strength that woke him up from that dazed state.

Qian Wuzuo handed over a cup of hot tea, and looked at Gu Baozhu who was still trying to breathe calmly.

"The county master—"

"Since the coffin has been opened, it is better to do some things earlier."

"Qian will conduct an autopsy on this person according to the princess's previous instructions, so the princess can rest assured, but——

Qian Yan's words were rarely hesitant, and he glanced at Gu Baozhu with some worry, but finally reminded him.

"However, this kind of thing is not very auspicious after all. Before the results of the autopsy come out, the princess should not look inside the coffin."

Qian Wuzuo knew in his heart that if this kind of picture was kept in his mind too much, it would easily leave a psychological shadow on people.

Therefore, it is difficult for a person who is not strong enough to become a qualified professional writer.

After all, it is not easy to deal with dead bodies all day long.

Without the corpse hanging in anger, his face is usually blue and purple like a zombie, which is really not decent.

Gu Baozhu supported the corner of the table behind her with half of her hand, nodded and slowly stood upright.

She thanked Qian Wu, she didn't want to delay Qian Wu's work here, instead of worrying about it, it's better to take care of everything outside.

The rain outside is still pattering down, engulfed by the cool autumn night wind.

Gu Baozhu tightened the cloak around her body, but the coolness still penetrated into one's heart.

But... Reluctantly, I just saw the feeling of suffocation in the coffin, which makes the heart shrink, and I can barely feel better!

In the end, Gu Baozhu simply let go of the cloak, allowing the cold wind to penetrate into the lungs, expel the heart-stopping stale air.

The cold wind blew for a while, and the drizzling sound remained the same.

Gu Baozhu turned around and fetched a basin of hot water, and returned to the bed where Song Yan was repairing.

Hot water wetted the white handkerchief, and Gu Baozhu wrung out the handkerchief to help him wipe it off bit by bit, the blood splashed on Song Yan's cheek.

Gu Baozhu did it meticulously, even the dust that Song Yan picked up from going out was cleaned up by her.

After doing this, Gu Baozhu already felt exhausted all over, and her waist and neck were sore and swollen.

I stayed up all night today, and I didn't have time to rest.

At this time sleepiness hit, Gu Baozhu stayed beside Song Yan's bed, covering him with the brocade quilt.

The warmth on the bed made Gu Baozhu feel at ease, and her eyelids began to twitch up and down.

Unknowingly, the woman pulled the cloak tighter and fell asleep in front of the bed guarded by Song Yan.

The patter of rain outside overlapped with the scene in Song Yan's dream.

Before he knew it, Song Yan, who was sleeping, came to the familiar scene again.

It was a familiar scene that he had dreamed about before.

The eaves raised by the blue bricks are the open space behind the Huangu Academy.

The darkness of the night is accompanied by the misty fine rain, just like that blooming over the ancient academy.

The sky was dark, with only a little bleak moonlight, but it also illuminated the potholes and water stains on the ground.

Song Yan was short, reached into the low-lying diving pond, and with his index finger picked up the fragmented marriage certificate that was soaked in rain.

The ink stains smudged, mixed with the smell of soil into the nose.

The young man stood up slowly and subconsciously looked under the eaves.

(End of this chapter)