The transmigrated wife is crazy and ruthless.

Chapter 264 1 Detoxification

In the hospital ward, sunlight streamed through the window onto the white hospital bed, where Qi Yuxuan lay quietly.

He was still handsome, but looked extremely tired and haggard.

The faint buzzing of various medical devices echoed in the ward.

Qiu Ziyue sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes never leaving Qi Yuxuan's face, her heart filled with worry and anticipation.

Suddenly, the door opened gently, and Zhao Wanqing walked in.

She was wearing an elegant long dress and carrying two gift boxes.

Her gaze swept quickly across the room, landing on Qi Yuxuan, a hint of surprise and worry flashing in her eyes.

"Qiu Ziyue, is your husband still the same?"

Qiu Ziyue raised her head:

"Yes, Zhao Wanqing, what brings you here?"

Zhao Wanqing walked to the bedside:

"Nonsense, we're partners who came from another time together. If you die, I'll be studied as a monster."

Zhao Wanqing checked Qi Yuxuan's injuries:

"I heard he was shot and poisoned, what are the specifics?"

Qiu Ziyue briefly explained the incident to Zhao Wanqing.

This includes the situation of Qi Yuxuan being attacked, shot, and poisoned.

Zhao Wanqing listened attentively.

Zhao Wanqing frowned and pondered:

“This poison is indeed very rare, but I have seen similar records in ancient books. I can try to detoxify it, but it will require some special medicines and time.”

At this moment, Leng Feng and Qiu Langyu also arrived at the ward.

Upon hearing Zhao Wanqing's words, expectant expressions appeared on their faces.

Leng Feng said:

"Miss Zhao, is there really a way? Please give it a try!"

Zhao Wanqing responded:

"I will do my best. I hope Qi Yuxuan can get through these two days, but there may be some risks during the detoxification process."

Qiu Langyu offered words of comfort:

“We understand, but we’re willing to give it a try anyway. As long as you’re confident, we’ll support you.”

Zhao Wanqing nodded:

“Okay, but Qiu Ziyue, you have to come with me. I believe that if you work hard with me, there will be hope.”

Zhao Wanqing and Qiu Ziyue went to a private traditional Chinese medicine clinic and gave the owner a lot of money to get medicine.

The boss believed that he could only make a profit and would not lose money, so he readily agreed.

It was a quaint, privately-run traditional Chinese medicine clinic, with a faint aroma of herbs filling the air.

Zhao Wanqing and Qiu Ziyue walked into the small clinic located deep in the alley.

The shop is filled with various ancient medical books, bottles and jars, and exquisite shelves of medicinal herbs.

Zhao Wanqing quickly walked to the herb shelf and skillfully selected various herbs.

She flipped through an old medical book, carefully checking the efficacy and proportions of each medicinal herb.

Her skillful technique suggests that she was a master of poison making in ancient times.

"Safflower, angelica, gastrodia... these medicinal herbs are all indispensable."

Qiu Ziyue stood by and handed her the necessary tools and medicinal herbs.

The two worked together seamlessly, and every step was executed in an orderly manner.

Qiu Ziyue looked at the medicinal herbs in Zhao Wanqing's hand:

"Zhao Wanqing, do you still remember things from ancient times? Did you also frequently manufacture poison?"

Zhao Wanqing nodded:

"Yes, but I can't get rid of the anti-aging pill you fed me, so I've been kept in check by you, and even brought to this wretched place by you."

“Your poison formula is indeed very unique, combining a variety of ancient poisons, making it exceptionally complex. Even I have never seen such an ingenious combination in ancient times.”

Zhao Wanqing added.

“But I really don’t remember those methods of making drugs,” Qiu Ziyue sighed.

Zhao Wanqing took a scroll of ancient sheepskin from the shelf and opened it to read.

This is an ancient book that records many lost prescriptions. The paper has yellowed, but the writing is still clearly visible.

She carefully read each line of text, trying to find the key to cracking Qiu Ziyue's poison.

Zhao Wanqing pointed to a passage in the book:

"This mentions a poison called 'Soul-Severing Powder,' which is characterized by its combination of various herbs and special ingredients. Perhaps we can gain some inspiration from this."

Qiu Ziyue watched intently from the side, when suddenly a brilliant idea struck her.

"That's it! Maybe we can try adjusting the proportions and adding some new ingredients."

Zhao Wanqing nodded and began to prepare the medicine according to the new approach.

She mixed several herbs together, ground them into a fine powder, added an appropriate amount of water, and slowly stirred until well combined.

The entire process was characterized by focus and caution.

After several hours of hard work, Zhao Wanqing finally completed the last step.

She poured the prepared antidote into a small bottle and carefully examined it.

Zhao Wanqing said with relief:

"Alright, the antidote is ready. We should go back and give it to your Yuxuan as soon as possible."

Qiu Ziyue expressed her gratitude.

After thanking the owner of the traditional Chinese medicine shop, the two left in a hurry.

Night had fallen, and the city lights were gradually coming on. The two hurried to the hospital.

In the ward, Leng Feng and Qiu Langyu surrounded Qi Yuxuan, silently praying for him.

Everyone was filled with hope, but they also knew that this attempt would not be easy.

Qiu Ziyue said to Qi Yuxuan, who was in a coma:

"Yuxuan, Wanqing will help you, you have to hang in there..."

Outside the window, the sunlight gradually intensified, as if foreshadowing an upcoming turning point.

The entire ward was filled with a tense yet hopeful atmosphere.

Zhao Wanqing held a small box filled with herbs and tools in her hand, her expression serious and focused.

She carefully ground the herbs into powder, mixed them together, and then prepared the medicine with warm water.

Zhao Wanqing said:

"Everyone, please make way, I'm about to begin."

She gently lifted Qi Yuxuan's wrist and slowly dripped the medicine around his wound.

As time went on, the medicine began to take effect, and Qi Yuxuan's dark purple skin on his shoulders gradually turned rosy, and his breathing became more stable.

"It seems to be working. We need to monitor his condition closely over the next few hours."

Zhao Wanqing said.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Qiu Ziyue held Qi Yuxuan's hand tightly, tears welling in her eyes.

Qiu Ziyue said:

"Thank you, Zhao Wanqing. I really don't know what I would have done without you."

"No need to thank me, but I have conditions. Once Qi Yuxuan recovers, you must send me back."

Zhao Wanqing said.

"What? You want to go back? But I still haven't regained my memory. I don't even know what happened," Qiu Ziyue said.

"Qiu Ziyue, you're not faking it, are you? Stop messing with me, okay?" Zhao Wanqing sighed.

“But I still can’t remember anything from before, how am I supposed to take you back?” Qiu Ziyue said helplessly.

"Then come out here, and I'll tell you about what happened before."

Zhao Wanqing called Qiu Ziyue out, and they went to a quiet corner.

The details of their past grievances in ancient times are full of magic in Zhao Wanqing's narration.

Qiu Ziyue listened quietly.

"Was I really that amazing before? My God, all those top-notch men liked me, even that Lu Yuanchangming liked me, haha," Qiu Ziyue laughed.

"You're still laughing? That's my man. He promised me a chance. It's all your fault for breaking us up," Zhao Wanqing said angrily.

"Come on, maybe that kid is just trying to fool you, and you actually believe him," Qiu Ziyue said casually.

"You're so annoying! Hurry up and regain your memories. I want to go back to ancient times. It's so much fun there," Zhao Wanqing muttered.

As night fell, the atmosphere in the ward gradually calmed down.

Qiu Ziyue returned to the ward to take care of Qi Yuxuan.

To be continued in the next chapter!