I insist

Chapter 72: Body Search

Song Miqiu sighed and tried to turn around, but someone blocked her way.

"What are you doing? I was just helping your brother, and now you're acting like this?"

"I'm sorry, that distinguished guest is someone we can meet casually."

The guard was clearly a man of honor; he withdrew his exposed weapon and once again gestured for them to proceed.

Knowing there was no way to avoid it, Song Miqiu frowned slightly, but in the end she sighed and walked straight to the person.

"This room is too dark."

As soon as he finished speaking, the dark room was illuminated by the firelight.

Once Song Miqiu confirmed that the environment was satisfactory, she nodded in satisfaction before reaching out to grab the man's arm.

"A weak pulse, sometimes present and sometimes absent, is not the most fatal; rather..."

She suddenly pressed her hand against the man's abdomen, heard a muffled groan, and the next moment he vomited blood, his face even paler than before.

Seeing this, the group tried to rush forward, but Song Miqiu raised her hand to stop them.

"Don't come near, this blood is poisonous."

Upon hearing this, none of them dared to approach, and they even took two steps back, fearing they might come into contact with the venom.

They used to call each other good brothers, but now that they hear it's toxic, they're all running away faster than ever.

Song Miqiu felt a wave of sarcasm in her heart, but she still opened the porcelain bottle given to her by Yu Huailin and silently stuffed it into the man's mouth.

But he can't eat anything right now; he just opens his mouth and wants to vomit.

When others saw this, they thought he was about to vomit blood again and tried to pull Song Miqiu away, only to find that the other party had his hand firmly covering the other's mouth.

"Swallow it, or you'll just have to wait to die."

Feeling his subordinate's mouth, he struggled to chew and swallow the pill before slowly withdrawing his hand.

I instinctively tried to wipe my hands clean, but found that the palm that had touched the pills smelled terrible and I couldn't get close to it at all.

Whether it was a misperception or not, Song Miqiu heard a soft laugh coming from the rooftop for a fleeting moment.

Suppressing the urge to look up at the sky, she poured a cup of tea and fed it to the man.

"A couple of days of rest will be enough for a full recovery."

"Really?"

The guard gave a wink to the person next to him, and an old man ran in and stepped forward.

She glanced at the man briefly, a hint of surprise in her eyes, before nodding to the person next to her.

"Please come in."

Song Miqiu didn't say anything, but simply put the foul-smelling hand behind her back and quickly walked out.

But halfway there, the doctor who had been leading the way suddenly slowed down and walked beside her.

However, the person did not say anything, but instead put a piece of paper into his palm.

Song Miqiu noticed something was wrong and could only cover her stomach and pretend to be unwell, asking someone to take her to the corner outhouse.

Hiding inside and reading the entire note, she felt even more helpless.

It turned out that the bottle of medicine wasn't specifically for treating the poison the prince had been afflicted with; it was just a pill to boost her confidence.

But then came another prescription, which revealed that this was the real antidote.

She cursed inwardly, wishing she could go out right now and have someone arrest Yu Huailin to vent her anger.

Unfortunately, before they could do anything, someone knocked on the wooden door.

"Is it ready? The Crown Prince can't wait any longer."

"Right away, right away."

Not wanting to delay any longer, Song Miqiu made sure she had memorized the prescription before tidying her clothes, tearing the paper into pieces, and throwing it into the pit.

I hurried out, and before I could even find water to wash my hands, a fragrant powder was thrown at me.

"The smell is a bit strong, but it will dissipate quickly, so don't worry."

Song Miqiu didn't know what this meant at the time. She pursed her lips and finally looked at the courtyard that was heavily guarded.

"move."

Just like they said, the smell on their bodies almost disappeared as soon as they stepped out of the latrine.

As Song Miqiu approached the door, she wanted to continue forward, but then she sensed that a new group of people had been brought behind her, their steps noticeably more steady.

But these were not things that someone like her could discover. Continuing forward, she finally saw the Crown Prince lying on the bed.

"Her?"

The doctor who had previously handed Song Miqiu the note immediately leaned forward and whispered a few words, which slightly changed the contemptuous look in Song Miqiu's eyes.

"Then let's give it a try, but if it doesn't cure you..."

"Since I dared to take on the challenge, I must have absolute confidence, so you can rest assured."

Although Song Miqiu had prepared a red rope, she still tentatively took two steps forward, and as expected, she was stopped in her tracks.

"Is the Crown Prince someone you can approach so easily?"

"In that case, please tie this red string to the prince's wrist."

The group exchanged glances, and seeing the suspicion and various expressions in each other's eyes, they couldn't help but frown.

But now is not the time to pursue those issues, so he could only turn around and tie the thin rope to the prince's wrist.

Following the method taught last night, Song Miqiu frowned and only opened her eyes after a long while to look at the crowd in front of her.

"This poison can be cured, but..."

She suddenly got stuck and couldn't remember the prescription from earlier. Her mind raced, and she finally came up with a way to delay the inevitable.

"This poison must have been acquired last night, but there's something slightly off. Could I get a little closer?"

Before the guard could deny it, he heard the prince on the bed cough softly.

Fearing the poison would take effect, the group immediately turned around and saw that his face was pale, but his lips were unusually red and even slightly purple. They could only place their hopes on Song Miqiu.

"Search them to make sure they don't have any sharp weapons before letting them pass."

As soon as he landed, a guard reached out, ready to take his place himself.

How could Song Miqiu agree? She forcefully took a step back and said, "If you don't want to see it, then forget it. This old woman will leave now."

Completely ignoring the stares of those people, he turned and walked outside.

He had only taken two steps when the prince inside called him back.

"Let her come closer, no need to search her."

Both sides breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

Song Miqiu strode forward, stopping when he could clearly see the Crown Prince, and carefully examined him.

Finally remembering the prescription, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"You have two different degrees mixed together. If I'm not mistaken, you were unable to get out of bed completely after having breakfast."

"Yes, Your Highness just felt heavy this morning, and only after drinking a couple of sips of porridge did you become like this."

Song Miqiu nodded, and then recited the prescription on the slip of paper as if it were a memorized text.

But when the last few medicinal herbs were read out, the faces of everyone nearby turned extremely grim.

"The first few ingredients are easy to find, but the last three are not so good."

"Purple Lotus, White Crow, and the Cuckoo's Cry, which is only seen once in a hundred years, how can we find them? Even if we could, the Crown Prince can't wait."

Upon hearing this, Song Miqiu remained silent, instead staring intently at the Crown Prince, or more precisely, at the physician beside him.