"I'm going to deliver medicine to my second brother!"
A blue robe fluttered past, and the medicine bowl in Shen Lixue's hand was now in Dongfang Xun's hand, his blue figure already three or four meters away.
Shen Lixue stared at Dongfang Xun's back, her eyes deepening. His martial arts skills were probably on par with Dongfang Heng's.
"Li Xue, I'm going back to the inn!" Ye Qianlong reminded her softly.
Shen Lixue looked at Ye Qianlong and smiled: "I'll see you out of the manor!"
After seeing Ye Qianlong off, Shen Lixue returned to Fengsong Courtyard, but Bai Ling'er had not yet returned after changing her clothes.
Dongfang Heng had already drunk the medicine. The Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang sat by the bedside, administering acupuncture. Dongfang Xun stood to the side, talking to the Ghost Doctor. Just as Shen Lixue entered the inner room, he finished speaking. She only heard one sentence: "Does the heart transplant require these conditions?"
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang nodded: "As long as that heart meets these conditions, it will be a perfect match for Prince An. I can succeed on my first try!"
Shen Lixue smiled. In ancient times, a heart transplant was probably a first. No one knew what conditions the heart needed to meet. According to modern medicine, the more compatible the heart was with Dongfang Heng, the better it would be for him.
Dongfang Heng's eyes were slightly closed, as if he were asleep. His bronze chest was covered with numerous silver needles, each one hitting a specific acupoint.
The Southern Frontier Ghost Doctor's eyes gleamed. He picked up another silver needle and pierced Dongfang Heng's chest. Looking at the spot where the needle would land, Shen Lixue's gaze darkened, and she said urgently, "Ghost Doctor, I think this last needle, if inserted on the left, would be more effective than on the right."
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang frowned at Shen Lixue: "You're questioning my medical skills!"
"Don't misunderstand, Ghost Doctor. I know a little about acupuncture. Every needle you inserted into Dongfang Heng's body was meant to clear blockages, allowing blood to flow quickly back to the heart, and then from the heart to the whole body, accelerating blood flow. This last needle, if inserted on the right, would stimulate the right heart; if inserted on the left, it would stimulate the left heart. As far as I know, inserting a needle into the left heart causes blood to flow out quickly, while inserting a needle into the right heart causes blood to flow back throughout the body. Ghost Doctor, this last needle is working on the heart; inserting it into the left heart is much more effective than inserting it into the right heart."
There's a modern course called biology that covers the human atria, ventricles, blood flow, and their functions. When Shen Lixue was learning silver needles, she reviewed it again, and she knew more about the structure of the heart than this ghost doctor from the Southern Frontier.
The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang frowned: "If I pierce his left heart, can Dongfang Heng withstand it? My blood is concentrated in his heart, causing it to flow extremely rapidly."
"Dongfang Heng is a young man, and his health is relatively good. He is not a frail old man, so there should be no problem. If it were an elderly person receiving acupuncture, the Ghost Doctor would have to stick the needle into his right heart!" Shen Lixue looked at the shiny silver needle. The use of needles and medicine should be tailored to the individual.
"Alright, I'll give it a try!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang inserted a needle into Dongfang Heng's left heart. His slightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and his pale face gradually became rosy.
The Ghost Doctor nodded repeatedly, a rare smile appearing on his usually cold face: "The Princess truly possesses talent!"
"You flatter me, Doctor Ghost. It is all thanks to your miraculous healing skills that Prince An was saved!" Doctor Ghost's temperament is indeed as rumored, eccentric and unpredictable.
"You're too kind, Princess!" The Ghost Doctor quickly removed the silver needles from Dongfang Heng's body, a slight smile playing on his lips, seemingly in a good mood.
Dongfang Heng opened his eyes and saw Shen Lixue standing by the bed. A hint of tenderness appeared in his sharp eyes: "What time is it?"
Shen Lixue looked up at the window: "It's almost noon, would you like to have lunch?"
"Alright!" Dongfang Heng nodded, then noticed Dongfang Xun was also there: "Big Brother!"
Dongfang Xun nodded: "Second brother, focus on recovering. As for the heart problem, I'll figure something out!"
"Thank you, brother. I've already asked Zimo to keep an eye out!" Dongfang Heng's heart condition is too special; whether or not a suitable match can be found depends entirely on fate.
"Having more help is always a good thing." Dongfang Xun gently patted Dongfang Heng's shoulder: "You should get some rest!"
"Thank you for your hard work, Ghost Doctor. Please come to the main hall for your meal!" Dongfang Xun greeted the Ghost Doctor from Southern Xinjiang with noble and polite manners.
"Thank you, Your Highness!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang glanced at Shen Lixue and walked out of Fengsong Courtyard side by side with Dongfang Xun.
The guards set out steaming hot food, and Shen Lixue helped Dongfang Heng to the table to eat.
He had just gotten out of bed and put his arm around her waist when Dongfang Heng's expression changed, and he frowned deeply: "Where did you go just now?"
"They're digging up osmanthus blossoms to make wine in the wine cellar courtyard." Shen Lixue looked at Dongfang Heng, puzzled: "Why are you asking this?"
"With whom?" Dongfang Heng didn't answer, continuing to press for the information he wanted to know.
“Bai Ling’er,” Shen Lixue replied.
"Who else is there besides her?" Dongfang Heng asked.
Shen Lixue raised an eyebrow: "We ran into Ye Qianlong in the courtyard, your older brother!"
Dongfang Heng's gaze darkened: "Has something happened?"
Shen Lixue stared wide-eyed at Dongfang Heng: "How did you know about this little incident?" He had come to Fengsong Courtyard for acupuncture when they went to the backyard. He had just woken up, and Dongfang Xun hadn't told him what happened. How could he know?
Dongfang Heng looked at Shen Lixue: "You have a very faint smell of blood on you!"
"Really?" Shen Lixue lowered her head and sniffed, only smelling a very faint fragrance, without a trace of blood: "It's probably because I accidentally got some on his clothes when I was cleaning Ye Qianlong's wounds!"
After helping Dongfang Heng sit down, Chen Lixue served him a bowl of rice and casually asked, "Dongfang Heng, is the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang going to stay at the Holy King's Mansion?"
"Yes, it's convenient for you to treat me nearby!" Dongfang Heng nodded.
Shen Lixue shifted slightly, but this didn't escape Dongfang Heng's notice: "You don't like them living in the Holy King's Mansion?"
"No!" Shen Lixue shook her head, her eyes deepening: "I always feel that Bai Ling'er is not simple!" The Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang didn't see anything strange about her.
Dongfang Heng lowered his eyelids and took a sip of tea: "A woman who can be taken as a disciple by the Ghost Doctor of Southern Xinjiang is no ordinary person!"
"That's not what I meant. I meant that Bai Ling'er's identity is not simple!" Bai Ling'er said that she was a commoner's daughter, and her whole family lived at the foot of the mountain. Once, when she went into the mountains to collect herbs, she coincidentally became the disciple of the Ghost Doctor of the Southern Frontier. However, looking around Qingyan Capital, which commoner's daughter do you see with the demeanor of a noble lady?
"If you suspect her, you can test her secretly!" Dongfang Heng glanced at Shen Lixue: "Be careful not to get hurt!"
"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I'll test him when the opportunity is right!" Shen Lixue sat down next to Dongfang Heng and started eating.
Bai Ling'er is very clever. Her previous test had no effect. If Bai Ling'er was really hiding something, she must have been more careful in secret. If she wanted to find out the truth, she would have to do it unexpectedly.
Southern Xinjiang, Qin Ruoyan, Qin Junhao!
Shen Lixue's eyes suddenly lit up. How could she have forgotten these two people? They were the Crown Prince and Princess of Southern Xinjiang, especially Qin Ruoyan. She had even cooperated with Qin Ruoyan once. She had given Qin Ruoyan that male concubine, and Qin Ruoyan had enjoyed it immensely and was very satisfied with her actions.