PFC Chapter 322 Why does my heart feel stuffy?
Chapter 322 Why does my heart feel stuffy?
The woman tilted her head and fainted.
The other two servants who were tied together immediately fell silent, not daring to say a word, for fear of being slapped in the face.
Wen Zhu swallowed and just opened his mouth to speak.
"do you have any opinion?"
"No! Absolutely not. You did the right thing."
Are you kidding? Didn't he see the murderous intent in Zi Yan's eyes? Even if he had it, he shouldn't go back.
Zi Yan's cold eyes swept over everyone before she walked towards the dormitory.
There was a faint sound of conversation coming from inside the house, and then Zi Yan was seen walking out alone and closing the door tightly.
"Madam, she...?"
Zi Yan's eyes carried a warning, "You are not allowed to disturb the young lady and the uncle."
Wen Zhu's mouth twitched. Does he look like such an ignorant person?
"Also, take this person away and interrogate her thoroughly. My lady just saw her poisoning the young marquis."
Wen Zhu immediately became serious, "Okay."
The people were quickly driven away, and at the same time, strong guards came and surrounded Lu Qingchen's dormitory, and no one was allowed to enter.
The situation in the mansion was tense. The servants hurried past with their heads down, not daring to stay.
Inside the house, Qin Miaoxi gave the unconscious Lu Qingchen a pill, then took out a set of silver needles and quickly inserted them into several major acupoints on his body.
Lu Qingchen's pale face instantly turned redder and redder, becoming delicate and charming in just a quarter of an hour.
Qin Miaoxi stared at his physical condition intently, and never let go of her hand on his pulse.
Not only was Lu Qingchen's vital parts pierced, damaging his pulse, but she also noticed residual toxins in Lu Qingchen's meridians. These toxins were hidden in the meridians and continued to corrode and spread, causing the wound to worsen and destroying the body's functions. Even the best ointment would be of no use.
In addition, he had been poisoned by King Xiao Yan before. Although the third senior sister had helped him detoxify, his body could not withstand repeated poisoning, and this time he seemed to be damaged to the core.
Given that his breath and pulse were too weak, Qin Miaoxi didn't dare to use strong medicine and had to proceed step by step.
Now she used the Yin-Yang Formation to suppress the toxins, first expelling the corrupt parts of his body, and then gradually expelling the poison.
After a stick of incense, Lu Qingchen vomited a mouthful of black blood, which seemed to be mixed with rotten flesh, soaking the entire bed.
Qin Miaoxi's fingers flicked the tail ends of the silver needles quickly, and several silver needles vibrated at the same rapid frequency.
Black blood gradually seeped out of the pores touched by the silver needle. A quarter of an hour later, the blood was still black, which made Qin Miaoxi frown.
"how come?"
She pried open Lu Qingchen's mouth and poured two pills, one black and one white, into his mouth.
The pill melted in his mouth, and the redness on Lu Qingchen's face gradually faded away. The blood in his pores finally turned red and returned to normal.
Qin Miaoxi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the person was rescued.
"Purple smoke!"
"Miss, I'm here."
"Arrange a medicinal bath immediately."
"Yes."
Zi Yan found the prescription and quickly found Wen Zhu, asking him to boil some hot water as soon as possible while she went to get the medicine.
Half an hour later, Lu Qingchen was soaking in a boiling hot bathtub. Her fair skin turned red and looked like it was roasted at first glance.
Wen Zhu and Zi Yan were serving in the room, mainly ensuring the water temperature in the bathtub.
Qin Miaoxi leaned on a chair by the window and closed her eyes to rest.
"Ma'am, she..."
"Don't make a fuss. Madam has been exhausted these past few days trying to see the young marquis as soon as possible."
Wen Zhu was deeply moved. He knew how hard it was for him to come here from Jingzhao, let alone his wife, who was just a woman.
"But how did Madam know that Master needed to take a medicinal bath?"
"Why are you so talkative?"
Wen Zhu was choked by her retort and strongly suspected that Zi Yan had reached a certain period of irritability as a woman, which was why her temper was easily ignited.
"Don't just stand there, add some water."
"oh oh!"
Wen Zhu touched his head, feeling as if he was being ordered around by her like a grandson.
Lu Qingchen soaked in the water for half an hour and changed three buckets of water, each of which was pitch black.
Until the water became clear, Qin Miaoxi slowly woke up.
"Carry him out!"
Wen Zhu carefully carried him back to the bed and could clearly feel his pulse becoming strong.
He couldn't help but be overjoyed, "Madam, is the Marquis okay now?"
"He's back from the brink of death, but he still needs to take the subsequent medicine. His body is empty now, so I'm afraid it will take him a year or two to recover."
"Yes! I will take good care of you."
Wen Zhu was extremely excited. Could anything be more exciting than his grandfather's recovery?
At the same time, he had a vague and bold guess in his mind that his wife's identity might not be as simple as a coroner or a paper-making shop owner.
"Apply this ointment to his wound in an hour."
"I've made a note of it."
With Wen Zhu taking care of her, Qin Miaoxi felt relieved and let Zi Yan go downstairs to rest with her.
The moon was above her eyebrows. Qin Miaoxi sat by the window and sighed. She walked to the courtyard helplessly and stared at the moon in a daze.
When Zi Yan woke up, she saw that her young lady looked very worried.
"Miss! It's cold at night." She put the cloak on Qin Miaoxi, got a hand warmer, and arranged everything nicely.
Qin Miaoxi kept looking up at the sky and said in a muffled voice, "Zi Yan, why does my heart feel stuffy?"
"Chest tightness? Miss, where else are you feeling uncomfortable?"
Zi Yan kept thinking about what happened on the way to the border, trying to figure out what might have caused the young lady's injury.
"I've checked, and there's nothing wrong with my body."
"Miss, when did you feel chest tightness?"
"Just come here!" Qin Miaoxi lowered her head in thought, "When I saw that woman lying on the young marquis."
Zi Yan was surprised. Could it be that her young lady had suddenly become enlightened?
His face was as cold as ever, but his eyes were already curved with a smile.
"Miss, because you care about your uncle."
"care?"
Qin Miaoxi chewed the two words in her mouth and nodded: "Yes, he is my husband, and he gave me a lot of money. He is a good man."
The corners of Zi Yan's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and coupled with her numb face, she looked three parts weird and seven parts funny.
My son-in-law received the good guy card for no apparent reason. What a poor guy.
"Miss, you saw someone approaching your son-in-law and became jealous."
Qin Miaoxi was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "Why would I be jealous?"
“Because I like it.”
Like... Do you like it?
Qin Miaoxi's mind flashed through the past between the two of them, as well as his crazy thoughts that popped out from time to time, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Well, he's an interesting guy."
Zi Yan stared at her with burning eyes, "And then?"
Qin Miaoxi blinked blankly, "What then?"
Zi Yan: “…”
"Did that woman find out?"
Talking about business, Zi Yan suddenly became serious, "Not yet, Wen Zhu is investigating."
Qin Miaoxi sighed softly, "This was done too hastily."
The border is not like Jingzhao. Their news is completely closed. Such a high-profile search for people will inevitably arouse suspicion from the outside world, and they will be deceived by those with ulterior motives.
Nothing happened that night. The next morning, Wen Zhu found Qin Miaoxi with dark circles under his eyes.
"Madam, we interrogated the woman who pretended to be Jade Rakshasa yesterday. She said that an old man found her and gave her a panacea, promising to bring the young marquis back to life. She was greedy for the reward, so she agreed."
"Is there a portrait of the old man?"
"Have."
Wen Zhu then took out a portrait. The portrait showed an old man with triangular eyes, a hooked nose, and a bloody mouth. His face was as big as a casserole.
Qin Miaoxi's eyelids twitched wildly, "Wen Zhu! To say this is a human... isn't that a bit of a stretch?"
Wen Zhu glanced at the man in the painting. "No! I painted it based on the woman's description. She said it was exactly the same as what she saw."
After saying this, he nodded with satisfaction, expressing his affirmation of his painting skills.
Qin Miaoxi: "..."