All the servants were taken aback, what... kind of talk is this?
The Shadow Division expert cleared his throat, "No, no! It’s under the orders of Commander Xiao to deliver the medicine! Got flustered, made a slip of the tongue!"
"Bring it quickly!" Xiao Hen understood and couldn’t wait for the delivery, so he walked over himself.
The Shadow Division expert had seen his portrait and handed him the medicine, bowing his head.
There were two bottles of pills and a note in total.
The note read — First, feed the white fruit from the white jade bottle. If no improvement, then feed the brown pills from the jade bottle. The fruit is the Zicao fruit, non-toxic; the brown pills are from the Zicao root, highly toxic.
It was Gu Jiao’s note.
Xiao Hen had no doubts or hesitation, he rushed into the room, pried open his brother’s mouth, and fed him the white fruit.
Xiao Hen’s expression was solemn, "He can’t swallow it!"
"Let me do it!"
The Shadow Division expert dashed over and struck Shangguan Qing’s chest with his palm, allowing the fruit to slide smoothly into his stomach.
Princess Xinyang looked at the Shadow Division expert in amazement, then turned her head to Xiao Hen and dumbfoundedly asked, "What did you give your brother?"
Xiao Hen replied, "The medicine Jiaojiao sent over..."
He couldn’t say it was the antidote yet, because it might not work.
If it didn’t work, then Shangguan Qing would still have to take the life-threatening Zicao poison.
What life-threatening, it’s more like death-defying.
And who knows what side effects the survivor would have?
Shangguan Qing, you must get better.
When you recover, I’ll call you brother as many times as you want.
There’s no response from the person in Princess Xinyang’s arms.
With trembling hands, Xiao Hen picked up the jade porcelain bottle; next, he could only try the Zicao poison...
"Hey, hey, hey! Look quickly!" The Shadow Division expert pointed at Shangguan Qing’s fingers, "He’s moving! He’s moving!"
The mother and son both looked at his fingertips simultaneously.
Though very weak, it was indeed moving.
The Shadow Division expert stared at his face and said, "The forehead isn’t that dark anymore!"
Princess Xinyang looked at Xiao Hen with tears in her eyes, choking out, "I don’t understand what he’s saying..."
But Xiao Hen revealed a relieved smile for the first time in a month, "He said brother’s forehead is not dark anymore... It’s a sign that the poison in his body is gradually lessening... The Zicao fruit is effective... No need to take the Zicao poison..."
His emotions were churning inside his chest, more turbulent than when Shangguan Qing was on the brink of death.
It was endless suppressed sadness, like an iceberg that couldn’t melt under the sun, and now, the iceberg has cracked, joy spewing out from the depths like magma.
His internal organs were all burning.
"Really..."
He collapsed onto the ground in a mix of tears and laughter, wiping his reddened eyes.
After the color on the forehead faded to a certain extent, it stopped moving.
"What is going on now?" Princess Xinyang, with red-rimmed eyes like a frightened child, asked, "And why hasn’t Qingqing woken up yet..."
"Not so soon!" said the Shadow Division expert, "The poison is too deep, it needs to be slowly neutralized, are there a lot of fruits?"
Xiao Hen looked at the full large bottle, "A lot!"
The Shadow Division expert said, "Then that’s enough! Feed him every day, he will wake up eventually!"
Xiao Hen carried Shangguan Qing back to the bed.
Just in case he doesn’t wake up and the Zicao poison is still needed, he thought.
Half a period later, Shangguan Qing’s breathing was smoother than before, his face still pale, but the pain-wracked furrowed brow had relaxed considerably.
This indicates his discomfort has eased significantly.
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