Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 295 The antidote came out

"Doctor, hurry up, it's right here." There was a sound of messy footsteps outside the door.

With a sound of "crash", the gate of the palace was pushed open.

As soon as Mingyue opened the door, she saw Qing Yange lying motionless on the ground, the blood on her feet spread from her calf to her ankle, which was very scary.

Mingyue's face changed, and she shouted: "Princess!! Don't seek death, my senior brother is going to prepare the antidote soon!"

Mingyue hugged Qing Yange tightly, and the tears flowed out.

Qing Yange explained weakly: "I didn't seek death..."

"You still said no, there was blood all over the place. I just went to the imperial doctor for a short while, so you can't think about it. If Aunt Qingyuan is here, I'm afraid you will die of heartache." Mingyue interrupted for the first time Qing Yange's voice was full of urgency.

Qing Yange also knew that the person on the bed couldn't delay, so she said to the imperial doctor who was still in a daze, "Doctor, please help me to see Zijin."

The imperial doctor nodded quickly, and walked towards the bed with heavy steps.

However, the stool that tripped Qingyange just happened to roll down at the imperial doctor's feet, and with a "click", the imperial doctor also fell on the ground. Fortunately, the stool did not cut the imperial doctor's leg this time. .

"Ouch, this old minister is hurting to death." The imperial doctor shouted.

Mingyue realized later, she stared at Qing Yange in a daze, "So you also tripped over the stool just now, princess?"

Qing Yange nodded.

"You didn't seek death?" Mingyue asked again.

Qing Yange nodded again.

"Miss Mingyue, you'd better light up the lamp, this black lamp is blind, and the old minister is not good at taking the emperor's pulse!" The imperial doctor frowned and said hastily.

Mingyue nodded hastily, and she wiped away the tears on her face indiscriminately, "Okay, I'll hold the lamp right away."

Then I heard the sound of "Pingling, Bangling".

Qing Yange asked: "What's wrong?"

Mingyue's voice came from the darkness, "I'm looking for Huozhezi, princess, imperial doctor, wait a moment."

After a while, the candle was finally lit, illuminating the entire hall.

Qingyange squinted her eyes at the wind and snow outside the door, and said to Mingyue: "Mingyue, close the door, lest the lights be blown out by the wind again."

"Yes." Mingyue replied obediently, walked to the door and closed the palace gate.

Mingyue turned back again, looking at the bloody scar on Qing Yange's calf with a bit of worry.

What I saw in the darkness just now was not very real, but seeing it now really makes my heart tremble, Mingyue said softly: "Princess, I will help you to rest on the low couch next to you."

"Okay." Qing Yange smiled softly, her complexion was very pale, and her feet ached.

Mingyue carefully supported Qing Yange on the bed, and then she walked to the side of the imperial doctor.

At this moment, the imperial doctor was already sitting beside Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's bed, taking his pulse.

Mingyue asked softly: "Doctor, may I ask if there is anything to clean the wound, I will bandage the princess."

Most of Mingyue's body was poison, so she couldn't use it for Qing Yange, so she had to turn to the imperial doctor for help.

The imperial doctor casually pointed to the medicine box beside him, "It's inside."

"Thank you, imperial doctor." Mingyue blessed herself.

She opened the medicine box, quickly found all the medicines for disinfection and dressing, and quickly walked to Qing Yange's side, and said softly: "Princess, come, I will apply the medicine for you."

"Thanks for your hard work." Qing Yange smiled gently, she leaned on the cushion, but her eyes were fixed on the position of the little glutinous rice dumpling, but she didn't care much about the wound on her foot.

Mingyue was originally a person who practiced medicine, and she handled Qingyange's wound with ease.

The whole hall was quiet and there was no extra sound.

It seemed that after a long time, Qing Yange finally saw the imperial doctor stand up.

The imperial doctor walked up to Qingyange with bowed body, and said with a slightly heavy voice: "Princess, the emperor is very anxious right now. I'm afraid this symptom is poisonous tonight. The old minister can only temporarily suppress it with medicine." One night, I'm afraid after tonight..."

The imperial doctor hesitated to speak.

Qing Yange wanted to stand up anxiously, but the pain in her legs made her unable to move, "Doctor, is there really no other way?"

"The emperor's ability to delay until today is already in the mercy of the heavens. The old minister is really helpless." The imperial doctor said tremblingly.

Qing Yange's heart tightened, her dark eyes were full of sadness, she took a deep breath, and said: "Since you can't do it, you can go to the imperial hospital to recruit other imperial doctors. Everyone will give Zijin a try, I don't believe Zijin can only survive one night!"

Right now, Han Mubo's antidote hasn't been prepared yet.

When the dawn of victory is about to be won, Zijin's life is about to come to an abrupt end?
No, you must let Zijin suffer until the antidote is made.

Hearing Qing Yange's order, the imperial doctor kowtowed heavily on the ground, "Princess, please calm down."

Mingyue, who had bandaged Qing Yange's wound, stood up, and she explained: "Princess Hui, since the chief executive of the Imperial Hospital was dismissed by the Regent last time, Imperial Doctor Wang has been the most skilled imperial doctor in the Imperial Hospital. Let other imperial physicians look at it, I'm afraid the result will not be much worse, or even worse."

"Even if there is no hope, I still have to give it a try. Immediately recruit all the imperial doctors from the Imperial Hospital!" Qing Yange said resolutely.

Mingyue could only answer obediently, "Yes, I will invite you, servant girl."

"What's the matter?" At this moment, a gentle voice came from outside the door.

Qingyange and Mingyue will look out the door at the same time.

Then he saw a handsome man in a purple robe approaching. His blue hair was loosely spread out because he didn't care for a long time, but it was too soft and black, which made the whole person more delicate. Yingying smiles, brisk steps, just like spring breeze.

Mingyue's eyes lit up, "Brother! Has the antidote been prepared?"

Han Mubo nodded, "Yes."

Qing Yange's eyes widened, and there was a touch of surprise in them, "Quick, hurry up and subdue Zijin, Mr. Han."

Han Mubo smiled at Qingyange, "No problem."

As he walked towards the small glutinous rice dumpling, he told Mingyue, "Mingyue, boil the water."

"Yes!" Mingyue happily went to boil the water.

Qing Yange glanced at the imperial doctor who was lying on the ground and didn't dare to breathe, cleared his throat, and said softly: "I've worked hard on you tonight, you go down."

The imperial doctor let out a breath of foul air slowly, and said hastily: "It's not hard, the old minister will take his leave first."

"Okay." Qing Yange waved her hand.

The imperial doctor withdrew.

Qingyange fixed her eyes on the little glutinous rice dumpling, paying attention to the situation there.

Her fingertips slowly closed and clenched into a fist, with a bit of worry in her eyes.

Zijin will be all right?
(End of this chapter)