PFC Chapter 184, Memories 2.7 – My Savior
Chapter 184, Memories 2.7 – My Savior
"Ah chirp!"
With the help of the palace servants, the two were swept along and ran all the way back to the Seventh Prince's Palace.
Thanks to Fu Tingyu, Chu Ling, who had fallen into a coma, was also thoroughly cleaned and dressed in new clothes that he hadn't worn in a long time.
The imperial physician arrived at the palace very quickly.
After examining the seventh prince, who was wrapped up in a ball, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, relieved.
"Your Highness has choked on water, but it's nothing serious. Just be careful not to catch a cold, and you'll be fine after a few days of taking medicine and resting."
Upon hearing this, the palace staff inside the hall breathed a sigh of relief.
Subsequently, at the Seventh Prince's instruction, the imperial physician took Chu Ling's pulse.
This time, however, his expression was not as relaxed as before; instead, his brows were furrowed.
After a long pause, he finally spoke with a serious expression, "This... is a bit tricky."
"What?" Fu Tingyu peeked her small face out from under the covers and looked over.
The imperial physician withdrew his hand, stroked his goatee, shook his head, and said, "This young master suffered other serious injuries before falling into the water, and has accumulated many old wounds in his body. His condition is not good."
Upon hearing this, Fu Tingyu glanced at Chu Ling's hand, which was already bandaged, and frowned. "You mean 'severe injury'?"
The imperial physician nodded, slightly lifting Chu Ling's loosely fastened clothes to confirm his guess, "They should all be injuries from fists and feet."
Beneath the lifted clothes, large and small bruises, old and new, covered the thin body, a shocking sight at first glance.
The imperial physician put down his clothes, paused, and then continued, "These old injuries were not properly treated before, resulting in blood stasis in the body. Furthermore, the dampness and cold after falling into the water will damage the lungs and internal organs if they are not treated in time."
As Fu Tingyu listened, his expression gradually became more complicated.
He had previously heard about the two Chu brothers entering the palace.
However, because he had been living with Consort Chen and was rarely allowed to leave the palace, he had no opportunity to get to know the two brothers.
So now I realize that the son of a meritorious official is treated this way.
It is unknown whether Emperor Xuande knew about this matter, or whether it was something he deliberately condoned.
Fu Tingyu remained silent for a moment before saying, "Then I'll trouble the imperial physicians to do their best to treat him."
"Your Highness is too kind. I will certainly do my best."
The imperial physician stood up and added, "By the way, this young master also shows signs of weakness, which is probably due to a long-term unbalanced diet. He needs to take good care of himself."
Fu Tingyu nodded. "According to the imperial physician, how long will it take to heal his injuries?"
The imperial physician stroked his beard. "Judging from this young master's injuries, if my acupuncture method is used, he can recover in as little as half a month."
"However, during this period, you must take your medicine on time every day and pay close attention to your diet. Eat more warm and nourishing foods to keep your body healthy so that you don't develop any chronic illnesses."
Fu Tingyu's brow relaxed slightly, and his expression softened upon hearing this. "Then I'll trouble you, Imperial Physician, to come to my palace every day to treat his injuries."
The imperial physician paused, looking at Fu Tingyu with the same surprised expression as the other palace servants present.
Does the Seventh Prince mean that he wants to keep the person in his palace?
I didn't realize it at first, but now I see that this boy must be one of the Chu brothers.
If His Majesty wishes, then everyone in the palace should treat them as if they were invisible.
Judging from the Seventh Prince's behavior, he did not seem to take His Majesty's intentions seriously.
However, given His Majesty's favor towards the Seventh Prince, he probably won't blame him for this.
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the imperial physician quickly understood and replied with a composed expression, "Yes, then I will go and write the prescription."
After the imperial physician left, Fu Tingyu was finally allowed to get out of bed and had time to turn around and look at Chu Ling.
The boy lying on the bed had a pale face, his dark hair was still wet and draped over the pillow, and his brows were tightly furrowed.
Her newly changed clothes were now disheveled from the ordeal, revealing her overly pale skin underneath, making the scars even more glaring.
At this moment, Chu Ling was still in a hazy, half-awake state.
Even after he fell into a coma, he was still restless, his lips half-open as if he were muttering something in his sleep.
After Fu Tingyu tidied his clothes, he curiously peeked over.
The sound was as faint as a mosquito's buzz and was intermittent, making it very difficult to hear.
But he could still barely make out a few words—
"Medicine...Imperial Physician...Brother, elder brother..."
After he repeated this several times, Fu Tingyu lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment before turning to give an instruction.
After a while——
A palace maid slowly walked into the hall carrying a bowl of boiled medicine.
In an instant, a strong, astringent medicinal smell wafted into the nose of the person still sitting by Chuling's couch as the palace servants moved around.
Fu Tingyu clicked his tongue in disbelief, silently mourned for Chu Ling for a long time, and then reached out to push him awake.
When pushed once, Chu Ling's fingers twitched.
When pushed a second time, Chu Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly.
With a third push, a flash of cold light appeared, and the sound of a sword being drawn rang out.
Under the shocked gazes of the palace servants, Fu Tingyu's wrist was suddenly seized by the person on the bed, and a drawn dagger was pressed fiercely against his neck.
Half a strand of hair fell to the ground; if it had gone in just a few more inches, blood would have been spilled.
Chu Ling's eyes were hazy; though not yet fully awake, he remained vigilant and firmly restrained Fu Tingyu.
But the next moment, the medicine bowl fell to the ground, and the palace servant's panicked cries for help suddenly brought him to his senses.
Chu Ling shook his head, his gaze falling on the mouth of the person in front of him.
He paused, then slowly moved his gaze upwards, recognizing this as his "savior".
Chu Ling immediately released his grip, releasing the force he had applied.
He looked down at Fu Tingyu and said softly, "Sorry, it was just an instinctive reaction."
"It doesn't matter."
Fu Tingyu smiled nonchalantly, then raised his hand to stop the palace servant from rushing over, and ordered, "Go and boil another bowl of medicine."
But before the medicine could be boiled again, Chu Ling seemed to remember something and hurriedly got out of bed to leave.
Fu Tingyu quickly grabbed him, "Wait, your injuries haven't healed yet, where are you going?"
Chu Ling paused for a moment, resisting the urge to shake his hand off. "My brother is ill, and I have to go and fetch the imperial physician for him."
Fu Tingyu raised an eyebrow, looking as if he had already guessed it, and said with a smile, "Oh, you don't need to go. I've already had the imperial physician examine him."
"The imperial physician said his fever was nothing serious and he would recover after taking the medicine, but..."
Fu Tingyu hesitated and said, "The imperial physician said that he also found some signs of poisoning in your brother's body."
"Poisoned?!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Ling's expression changed.
However, before he could rush out again, he heard the question that followed.
"They said after checking, they found the problem was with a bowl of porridge. Do you have any leads?"
"..."
Chu Ling stopped in his tracks.