Use a substitute on your wedding night to scatter the ashes of your entire family - Chapter 611 Chun Ning is Critically Ill
Use a substitute on your wedding night to scatter the ashes of your entire family
Chapter 611 Chun Ning is Critically IllYang Luo smiled faintly: "True identity? Oh, of course I just found out. Could it be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince thinks that I am more omnipotent than your Jinyiwei?"
"I am a doctor and I need to buy herbs. He happens to sell herbs. He was coming to Shengjing and I happened to be going back to Shengjing, so we came together. He was injured on the way. I am a doctor and he became my patient. It is that simple."
"Your Highness, you should have heard of the Chuzhou Trade Fair, right?"
Clap, clap, clap. Ling Heng clapped his hands repeatedly: "That's a good excuse."
"Your Highness, Young Master..." Cai Zhong came in with a pale face and glanced at Yang Luo who was kneeling on the ground. "Doctor Huang and the others are helpless."
Ling Heng took a deep breath and said, "Yang Luo, I don't have the patience to beat around the bush with you. If you can cure my son Chun Ning, I will let this Daliang Rui Prince Gu Xinglang go. He is just a businessman, and I will let you go."
"But if you can't, oh, you and Gu Xinglang, both of you will stay here today and be buried with my son!"
Blood was oozing from the corners of Yang Luo's mouth. On the way here, she resisted and was slapped by a guard.
He sneered, "A person from another country's royal family appeared in the territory of Northern Jin. Instead of punishing the governor of Chuzhou, you came to settle accounts with a little girl like me?"
"Your Highness, don't you think this is ridiculous?"
Ling Heng was stunned. He didn't expect that Yang Luo, just a lowly person, actually knew all these things.
"I will investigate Chuzhou Zhishou's crime myself. I only order you to heal my son."
Yang Luo struggled to break free from the shackles of the imperial guards, stood up, raised his head, and looked at Ling Heng, who was half a head taller than him.
She said without any fear: "Your Highness, I am a doctor. Your son is not in good health and asked me to treat him. Just talk to me nicely. Send someone to the People's Hospital to invite me. There is no reason for me not to come."
"Now that the prince has done this, ha, since he has asked me to save him, I should have the attitude of asking for help."
"How dare you!" The chief eunuch of the Eastern Palace shouted, "Yang Luo, you are just a commoner, and you actually dare to ask the Crown Prince to beg you, where do you get the guts to do that!"
"Shut up, you dog!" Yang Luo shouted angrily.
Turning to Ling Heng, he said, "Prince, saving people is urgent. You have been talking to me for so long, isn't it just to ask me to save your son?"
His own son is in danger, yet he is here negotiating terms with her, wasting so much time.
She finally understood that all men have evil hearts.
Cai Zhong was so shocked by Yang Luo's loud shout that he didn't dare to speak for a while.
"Are you sure you can cure my son?" Ling Heng's attitude softened a bit.
"No." Yang Luo answered confidently.
Look, smell, ask, and palpate. She hasn't even taken Chun Ning's pulse yet, let alone his physical condition. How can she be sure?
Cai Zhong glared at him and said, "How dare you! You are so arrogant even though you are not sure. Do you believe that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will punish you?"
Yang Luo could no longer bear it: "Your Highness, have someone take him down and beat him up. He is making so much noise."
Cai Zhong's eyes widened. "You, you, you, I am the chief eunuch of the Eastern Palace, how dare you be so presumptuous! Who do you think you are? His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will listen to you!"
"Someone, come and cover Cai Zhong's mouth. Take him away and give him twenty lashes of the cane."
Cai Zhong: “…”
Outside the hall came the sound of boards hitting flesh.
Yang Luo glanced at Gu Xinglang, whose hands were still handcuffed behind his back by the imperial guards, and winked at him.
In the side hall of Lingxiao Palace, Huang Sheng and several other imperial doctors gathered together to discuss treatment plans, but no matter which one they chose, they were not even 10% sure.
There is more air exhaling than air inhaling, so there is no possibility of saving the person at all.
"Doctor Huang, Young Master... The Crown Prince trusts you the most. Why don't you go out and speak to the Crown Prince in a nice way?"
Please mourn for him and prepare for his funeral as soon as possible.
Huang Sheng glanced at the bedroom with its door tightly closed. The young master was lying there, and Doctor Fang was guarding him alone.
Ling Heng personally brought Yang Luo into the bedroom.
Doctor Fang sighed when he saw the person coming, "Your Highness, the young master's condition is not optimistic."
Yang Luo hurried over to take Chun Ning's pulse.
The baby in the cradle was very small, with a very pale face and almost transparent skin, through which one could clearly see the tiny blood vessels.
His breathing was very weak and his eyes were tightly closed. If it weren't for the occasional rise and fall of his chest, others would have thought he was just a corpse.
Ling Heng didn't dare to breathe, staring straight at Yang Luo's hand on Chun Ning's wrist.
I was afraid that she would say, "Prince, please accept my condolences."
Yang Luo spoke while taking the pulse.
"He was born prematurely with congenital heart disease, underdeveloped lungs and difficulty breathing on his own. When his mother was pregnant with him, she must have been very weak, with insufficient nutrition and blood deficiency."
Yang Luo took the child's pulse and examined him. After a thorough examination, he said solemnly, "The child's illness is very serious. It will be difficult to cure him completely."
Her mood was a little complicated.
Even in modern times, it would be difficult to completely cure such a child and have him grow up safely, let alone in ancient times when medical conditions were so rudimentary.
The best treatment would be surgery, but obviously, that's not possible here.
He quickly took out the porcelain bottle at the bottom of the medicine box, poured out a small pill, and dissolved it into the cup next to it.
Just as she was about to feed her the medicine, Ling Heng grabbed her wrist and the medicine in the cup almost spilled out: "What are you going to do?"
"Of course it's to save people." Yang Luo looked at him as if he were an idiot.
"What is this?" Ling Heng stared at the water cup in Yang Luo's hand. A small black pill dissolved as soon as it was put into the water.
"Of course it's life-saving medicine. If Your Highness doesn't want your son to die, let him go immediately. He has difficulty breathing and must take the medicine immediately!"
Ling Heng did not let go. He did not trust her. He could not trust someone who lived under the same roof with members of the royal family of another country.
Yang Luo was extremely anxious: "Gu Xinglang's life is in your hands. How dare I kill him in front of you? He is just a little baby. I have no grudge against him. Why should I harm him?"
Then he quickly handed the porcelain bottle to Doctor Fang and said, "There are two more pills in it. Check to see if they are poisonous."
Doctor Fang quickly poured out one, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, then used a small blade to gently scrape off a little and licked it with his tongue.
His eyes lit up and he quickly said, "Your Highness, this medicine is non-toxic and a good medicine."
Ling Heng let go.
Yang Luo glared at Ling Heng fiercely, picked up a small spoon, and carefully fed the medicine into Chun Ning's mouth bit by bit.
The child was too young and was born prematurely, so he had congenital deficiencies and had great difficulty swallowing.
Yang Luo was very patient. It took him a long time to feed a small amount of food, which was almost the size of a fingernail.
It took a whole incense stick of time to finish that small cup of medicine.