The Sickly Scion's Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

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Shen Yijia reached out and tried to check Cheng Xiuying’s pulse. She realized that her pulse was no different from that of an ordinary person. There were no signs of poisoning at all.

She thought that it was because she was not skilled enough, so she pulled out the dagger and cut her palm unceremoniously. Bright red blood flowed out.

“Did we detoxify her?” Shen Yijia asked in surprise.

Mo Yuan shook her head. “No, this is the terrifying part of the Heart Devouring Poison. After the poison is suppressed, it will hide in the human body again until the next attack.”

Once it acted up, they would only be given seven days. Without an antidote or a medicine to suppress the poison, they could only watch as the people around them experienced seven days of heart-wrenching pain and died. The poisoned people wished they could die to escape.

Shen Yijia frowned. “In other words, if it didn’t flare up, we wouldn’t have known if that person was poisoned.”

She still wanted to confirm if Feng Manman had been poisoned. If she could confirm that she had also been poisoned, wouldn’t this be ironclad evidence?

Mo Yuan nodded.

Shen Yijia glanced at Cheng Xiuying, who had been tortured for seven days. It was unknown if she had fallen asleep or fainted. She nonchalantly, casually, and indifferently bandaged the wound on her hand. She rubbed her chin and asked, “Then what medicine can trigger this poison to take effect in advance?”

Mo Yuan paused for a moment before saying, “I’ve never heard of it, but I can try.”

Hence, after they took a few bowls of poisonous blood from Cheng Xiuying to develop an antidote, the wound that had just been bandaged was untied by Mo Yuan.

She cut open the unhealed wound expressionlessly and collected another bowl of blood after the poison was suppressed.

Shen Yijia was speechless. She didn’t know how to have tender, protective feelings for the fairer sex. If she wanted to take the blood, she should have made another cut.

At this moment, Rooster’s voice came from outside. “Young Madam, Lord Fan is awake.”

He’s finally awake?

For the past few days, she had given him a bowl of medicine made from well water every morning and night. His pulse was stable, but he had yet to wake up.

Mo Yuan said that his injuries were too serious, so this was normal. However, Madam Li was still worried. Since he couldn’t eat anything, she used the wild ginseng she had just obtained to slice it and make chicken soup for him.

With East Wind, Shen Yijia could get a bowl of ginseng soup every day. It was fine to drink it for a day or two, but who could stand drinking it every day?

If he didn’t wake up soon, Shen Yijia suspected that he would have a nosebleed.

Therefore, when she heard that Fan Mingyuan had woken up, Shen Yijia’s first reaction was to heave a sigh of relief.

He finally didn’t have to drink the ginseng soup anymore!

When Song Jingchen returned from work and heard that Fan Mingyuan had woken up, Mo Yuan had just finished checking Fan Mingyuan and applied medicine to his wound.

“How do you feel?” Song Jingchen walked to the bed and asked.

Fan Mingyuan turned to look at him. His expression was slightly better than before, but he was still pale. He said hoarsely, “I thought I was doomed this time.”

Song Jingchen nodded. “Almost.”

Fan Mingyuan couldn’t help but laugh. Halfway through his laughter, he coughed dryly and said, “I thought you would say that you’ll definitely have good fortune after surviving a disaster.”

Song Jingchen smiled. “I don’t know if it’s a blessing, but I know that if you don’t care about the consequences next time, even the gods of Zenith Heaven won’t be able to save you.”

“Is that how you talk about your brother?” Fan Mingyuan shook his head helplessly. Then, he said seriously, “That woman isn’t dead, right?”

“You might as well worry about yourself instead of worrying about her.” Shen Yijia walked in angrily.

Behind her was Madam Li, who was still holding a tray.

That’s right, she had been forced to drink another bowl of ginseng soup by Madam Li.

“Madam.” Fan Mingyuan struggled to remember.

Madam Li quickly stopped him. “Child, you’re so injured. Why are you still being so polite? Lie down.”

Fan Mingyuan felt guilty. “I’ve troubled you.”

After a while, Brother Hao and Sister Huan, who were out of school, arrived. The two of them leaned in front of him and spoke.

“Brother Fan, you’ve worried us to death.”

“That’s right, Brother Fan. You have to recover quickly. I’ve already conquered the chess formation you set up for me. I’ll play it for you to see.”

“Alright, stop arguing with Mingyuan. Go do what you need to do,” Madam Li said angrily.

When the soup was almost finished, she personally picked it up to feed him.

Looking at the room full of people who cared about him, Fan Mingyuan felt a lump in his throat. Thinking back to what he had done after leaving the capital, he really felt that he was inhumane.

“Madam, I’m sorry.” Fan Mingyuan’s eyes were red as he said solemnly, “I’m sorry.”