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Upon entering the ward, the Imperial Physicians saw Yong Huai and immediately stepped back, clearing a path. Sang Qingxiao ignored their intentions and focused solely on Qin Junxiang, who lay on the bed with faintly rising and falling breaths.
Noticing that the wound on his neck had already been bandaged, he frowned and said, "Unwrap it."
Yong Huai immediately took action. The Imperial Physicians instinctively wanted to stop him, but after exchanging glances, they kept their mouths tightly shut.
Sang Qingxiao addressed Yong Huai, explaining that while unwrapping the bandage could lead to excessive blood loss, the dark energy within would also flow out with the blood. If it remained sealed, the dark energy would accumulate without release, becoming increasingly deadly.
"What if we make a few more incisions?" Yong Huai suggested in a lowered voice.
The wound on the neck was small, and the amount of bleeding was appropriate; making additional cuts would indeed lead to significant blood loss.
Sang Qingxiao turned to the Imperial Physicians. "Get someone skilled in acupuncture."
The group exchanged glances until they finally pushed Ling Jiudao forward.
Ling Yuan Shou was well-versed in various medical arts and held deep trust from His Majesty. The Second Prince's birth mother, Consort Yun, only sought Ling Yuan Shou for consultations. If he were in charge, Consort Yun would surely feel at ease.
Ling Yuan Shou was a rare medical genius since the establishment of the Great Jing Dynasty; we are all inferior by comparison.
"Alright!" Sang Qingxiao interrupted them with a headache. "If the Second Prince dies—"
Just as he spoke those words, he was cut off.
The Imperial Physicians knelt in unison, their faces filled with fear. "Miss, please be cautious with your words! Such curses should not be spoken!"
Now you’re afraid? I’ve noted your hypocritical evasion. It has been nearly two hours since the Second Prince's incident, and all you have done is wrap some white cloth around his neck. It’s useless and may even hasten his death.
If he doesn’t survive, it will be due to your delays, misdiagnoses, negligence, and evasion.
Upon hearing this, the Imperial Physicians began to plead again in panic.
What? Are you feeling wronged? Go ahead and plead your case before His Majesty; let him hear how things transpired and see if he will advocate for you!
Do you not understand the current situation with Ling Jiudao? He’s like a pile of mud! And yet you urge him to perform acupuncture—do you think his hands can steady enough? If something goes wrong during the procedure, do you think you can escape?
At such a critical moment, put away your petty thoughts! Only by working together diligently can you secure your own survival.
"Now, who is the best doctor? Who excels at acupuncture? Who is the best at concocting medicines? Step forward!"
Among the imperial physicians, the youngest one, a man who seemed to be nearing forty, was the first to step forward. "What kind of medicine does the young lady wish to brew?"
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