The medical concubine never thinks of going out of the wall

Chapter 1669

When Tang Nineteen arrived, Murong Xi had already been carried to the bed, and he was half-drowsy. Before the imperial doctor came, there was a pool of blood on the ground.

Tang Nineteen stepped forward and grabbed Murong Xi's hand, and checked his pulse. The pulse was chaotic, a typical symptom of poisoning.

what happened.

When we met in the morning, were you alright?
"What's the matter, Your Highness?"

Mo Ran asked the little servant who served him, but the little servant couldn't tell why: "Just now, the imperial dining room brought a ginseng soup. After His Highness finished drinking it, he felt uncomfortable, and soon complained of abdominal pain, and then vomited blood."

"The soup from the imperial dining room, how could His Highness..."

When Mo Ran said this, he subconsciously stopped.

Tang Nineteen seemed to understand what she wanted to say next.

Murong Xi told her in the morning that Murong Min tried every means to persecute him, drugged him in various things, and wanted to poison him to death.

But hasn't he been cautious all the time, why is he so careless today?
It's not too late, it's important to save people.

"Bring the bowl of ginseng soup."

The little eunuch didn't know who Tang Nineteen was, so he didn't dare to act.

Until Mo Ran said: "Go."

Then the little eunuch ran quickly and brought the ginseng soup bowl.

Tang Nineteen sniffed it, and it smelled strongly of ginseng soup, but apart from the ginseng soup, it was obvious that some ingredients were added.

This is a poison called Duanchangcao, a vine plant, if taken by mistake, it will cause unbearable abdominal pain, vomiting blood and other symptoms.And if a large amount is taken by mistake, it will cause nerve paralysis, convulsions and death.

Judging from Murong Xi's symptoms, it was not serious. Although the smell of the ginseng soup was strong, it was impossible to completely overwhelm the smell of the heartbroken grass. Those who prescribed the medicine were afraid of being smelled out, so they didn't dare to take too much.

Tang Nineteen immediately ordered Mo Ran: "Get some raw chicken blood, or raw duck blood."

"What are you doing?"

"What can I do, save people."

Mo Ran was skeptical, and had never heard that raw chicken blood and raw duck blood could save people, but these two things would not kill people.

So get someone to do it.

The people from the Tai Hospital came at the time of taking duck blood.

Mo Ran was very wary: "Where's the doctor Wu?"

Appears to be his own.

"Physician Wu is not on duty today."

"Why is he not on duty today? His Highness's body has always been taken care of by him."

"Aunt Mo Ran, although your medical skills are not as good as Imperial Physician Wu's, but regarding His Highness's illness, I have read the letters of Imperial Physician Wu, and I know a thing or two. You might as well ask this official to give the prince a first diagnosis."

What else did Mo Ran have to say, Tang Nineteen spoke first: "Then hurry up."

The imperial physician took a look at Tang Nineteen, who had an unfamiliar face, but judging by his clothes, it was obvious that he was in a good position.

As Tang Nineteen said, he raised his hand to Mo Ran as a signal. Mo Ran didn't know why, but he listened to her and didn't stop her.

The imperial physician walked to the window, took out a pillow from the consultation box, put it under Murong Xi's mouth, and touched Murong Xi's pulse with his fingers.

After listening for a while, he stood up and said, "Aunt Moran, Your Highness is due to physical weakness. Your Highness has been sick for too many days, so it is inevitable that your body will be a little weak. In this way, I will ask His Highness to give an injection to relieve His Highness's symptoms." , Condition Your Highness's body."

There was some coldness on Mo Ran's face: "Are you sure His Highness has been ill for too long and is weak?"

The imperial physician seemed a little guilty, but he insisted: "Yes."

"you……"

"Do needles."

Tang Nineteen interrupted Mo Ran's words, and Tang Nineteen looked at the imperial physician indifferently: "Do the acupuncture."

(End of this chapter)