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Sang Qingxiao casually mentioned a prescription, but the mention sent shivers down everyone's spine; it was filled with poisonous herbs, some that counteracted each other and others that complemented. Based on what she had learned, such a combination should never appear on a single prescription.
Hearing the discussions around her and noticing that the young imperial physician remained silent, she asked, "What are you all shouting about? If you have a method, feel free to take over."
Her words immediately quieted the chatter.
The young imperial physician spoke up again, "My lady, please don't take offense. However, this prescription contradicts common theories."
"Isn't the Second Prince's condition also contrary to common theories?" she retorted. "Do you really need me to debate pharmacology with you before you’re willing to brew the medicine?"
"I wouldn't mind discussing it," he replied, "but I'm afraid the Second Prince might not be able to wait."
After saying this, Sang Qingxiao watched as the imperial physicians made their choices. While others hesitated, the young physician took action; he chose to move the medicine pot into the patient's room and began working right under everyone's noses.
He did what needed to be done and shared in the risks involved—truly a cautious and practical person.
Finally, the other physicians revealed their specialties to Sang Qingxiao. After giving a series of instructions, everyone sprang into action.
Yong Huai chuckled softly, "Miss Sang, your words carry weight."
He couldn't stand seeing them idle, wasting time with unnecessary chatter.
Yong Huai then asked, "How do you plan to treat him?"
Sang Qingxiao fell silent for a moment; in reality, she was communicating with Old Vine about the patient's condition.
Old Vine was concealed beneath her sleeve, having thoroughly examined Qin Junxiang's entire body.
"How is it? Can he be saved?"
"Yes!" The affirmative response brought relief to Sang Qingxiao's heart.
However, after this incident—whether due to the dark energy or the treatment methods—his body would bear significant scars. Complete recovery was impossible; he would need at least ten years of rest to recover somewhat.
But she worried he might not be able to endure the solitude and would insist on causing trouble, exhausting himself and ultimately leading to an early death.
She couldn't afford to think too much about that; surviving these next few years was what mattered most.
The imperial physicians spent over three hours applying everything they had learned throughout their lives and finally managed to strengthen the Second Prince's pulse. This gave them hope and transformed their reluctance into a proactive effort to save him.
Sang Qingxiao and Yong Huai stepped aside.
I never expected that Miss Sang would also understand medicine.
She had memorized a few books and pieced together some methods, but it turned out to be effective. Did you see? I was just talking my way through it!
Yong Huai finally managed to suppress his cold sweat, but upon hearing this, it broke out again. "Miss Sang, your courage is a bit too much. How can you act recklessly like this? What if..."
Sang Qingxiao cut him off, reminding him that the outcome was good, and the process didn't matter. "Just don't let this get out. At this moment, you and I are in this together."
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