Uncle Zhu seemed to be touched by his words. He looked up in astonishment, and a strange glint flashed in his cloudy eyes!
Feng Linyuan raised his hand and opened his mouth. Before he could say a word, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backward.
"My lord!" Bai Zheng caught her breath and rushed back to Feng Linyuan in a hurry. Not knowing what to do, she fumbled to take out a handkerchief and wipe the blood from the corner of his lips.
Song Yiqing shook off Uncle Zhu and was shocked at the sight of the unconscious Feng Linyuan.
After wiping the blood, Bai Zheng looked at Feng Linyuan, whose face was as pale as paper. A deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart. At this moment, she really regretted her choice back then. Why did she choose to study chemistry instead of medicine?
But it was no use being anxious now. After only a moment of panic, she managed to calm herself down. She turned to Uncle Zhu and said, "Uncle Zhu! Didn't you say you could keep the lord alive for another three months? Please keep your word." With that, she stood up and made way.
Uncle Zhu, who had been standing there in a daze, looking at Feng Linyuan, finally showed a slight change in his expression when he heard Bai Zheng's words.
He turned around and walked to his small medicine chest. He opened the lid, but his hand bypassed the usual bottles and jars and reached straight into the corner. He took out an unremarkable small wooden jar.
Holding this wooden jar, he walked towards Feng Linyuan heavily, as if carrying a heavy load, one step at a time.
A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly welled up in Bai Zheng's heart. She stopped Uncle Zhu. "Uncle Zhu, what's in your hand?"
Uncle Zhu's dull gaze shifted bit by bit until it landed on Bai Zheng's face. He gave a sad smile. "Miss Bai, please rest assured. If anything happens to the lord, I will surely sacrifice my life for him."
"What do you mean? What on earth is this?" Bai Zheng asked, not even realizing the tremor in her voice.
Uncle Zhu looked at the small wooden jar in his hand and finally let out a sigh.
"Just now, I said the lord only had a month left. But in this month, he will most likely be like this, vomiting blood, fainting, vomiting blood, fainting... until he bleeds to death."
Bai Zheng's head buzzed. It felt as if something had hit her hard in the chest.
"Are you saying that this so - called month for the lord is just his dying moments, and most of the time he will be in a coma?" It took a long time for Bai Zheng to find her voice, and she said hoarsely.
"Exactly." Uncle Zhu replied with a bitter smile.
Bai Zheng looked at the wooden jar in Uncle Zhu's hand. "Then what is this?"
Uncle Zhu held up the thing in his hand. "This is the medicine my senior brother left for me back then. He told me to use it to save a life in a critical moment."
"If it's such a good thing, Uncle Zhu, why didn't you take it out earlier?"
When Feng Linyuan was first poisoned by the purple capsule fruit, or when he was first poisoned by the spiritual herb and the bone - eroding grass, why didn't Uncle Zhu take it out?
As if knowing where Bai Zheng's question came from, Uncle Zhu replied calmly, "Even my master back then was at a loss about the lord's physical condition. He could only keep the lord alive until he was twenty - five. How could my senior brother and I do better? I never thought this medicine of my senior brother could be used on the lord."
"Your master? Could it be..." Bai Zheng was stunned.
Uncle Zhu nodded. "Yes, the divine doctor Lian Feimo is exactly my master."
Bai Zheng suddenly understood, but...
Looking at Feng Linyuan, who was in great pain, Bai Zheng always felt that the medicine Uncle Zhu took out was not just useless.
Uncle Zhu explained again, "Since this medicine can cure all poisons, it must be extremely poisonous itself. Naturally, I didn't dare to use it on the lord rashly before. But now..."
Now Feng Linyuan's physical condition was extremely critical. They had no choice but to try this last - ditch effort.
"Are you saying that if the lord takes this medicine, it may either temporarily suppress the poison in his body or accelerate the onset of the poison and cause his death?" Bai Zheng grasped the key point and asked quickly.
"Exactly." Uncle Zhu nodded dejectedly.
"No!" Song Yiqing finally came to his senses at this time. He rushed forward and grabbed Uncle Zhu's arm. "You're trying to kill him! Uncle Zhu, how could you do this!"
"Do you have a way to save the lord? Do you have any good ideas?" Uncle Zhu retorted.
Song Yiqing suddenly fell silent.
At this moment, a stifling atmosphere spread in the room. Even breathing seemed to become shallow.
"Is there really no other way?" It took a long time for Bai Zheng to speak again.
Uncle Zhu shook his head seriously.
"If my master were still alive, maybe there would be a way. But my master has passed away. And my senior brother was only focused on researching poisons. He was not as good at medicine as I was. That's why my master asked me to stay and take care of the lord back then."
Song Yiqing finally understood completely. He stepped forward. "Uncle Zhu, is your senior brother the divine doctor Zhou Sheng, Zhou Yuanning?"
Uncle Zhu nodded. "Yes."
"The divine doctor Zhou Sheng?" Bai Zheng looked at Song Yiqing doubtfully.
Song Yiqing replied, "The divine doctor Zhou Sheng. In that terrifying plague in Yongding back then, although the third prince was very decisive in dealing with it, he was also very cruel. He isolated all the sick people and their relatives in the suburbs and only provided them with a little medicine. That plague was extremely serious, and there were tens of thousands of isolated people. Finally, the divine doctor Zhou Sheng went in. With only a few herbs left before, he cured the sick people.
Everyone in the world said that the divine doctor Zhou Sheng had a kind heart and miraculous skills. He was like a living Buddha.
But after the Yongding plague, no one has seen the divine doctor Zhou Sheng again."
After hearing this, Bai Zheng finally had some understanding of Uncle Zhu's senior brother.
For some reason, Bai Zheng had a sense of trust in the medicine left by such a person.
However, if he could come forward himself, according to what Uncle Zhu said, Zhou Yuanning was only focused on researching poisons. Maybe Feng Linyuan really had a glimmer of hope.
"Uncle Zhu, since this divine doctor Zhou is your senior brother, do you know where he is now?" Bai Zheng asked.
Uncle Zhu sighed. "My senior brother was a doctor, but he liked to research poisons, which my master didn't like. He left the sect ten years ago and never came back. To be honest, I haven't heard from my senior brother for ten years."
Ten years... Bai Zheng's heart sank.
The world was so vast. They didn't even know if a person who had been out of touch for ten years was alive or dead. Where could they find Zhou Yuanning?
"This medicine was left for me by my senior brother before he left." Uncle Zhu looked at the small wooden jar in his hand and then at Bai Zheng. "Miss Bai."
Bai Zheng looked up at Uncle Zhu.
Uncle Zhu handed the wooden jar over. Bai Zheng took it absent - mindedly. Only then did she say in surprise, "Uncle Zhu, do you mean for me to...?"
"Although the lord is in a daze, he can be sober for a while occasionally. Miss Bai, now you are the future wife of the lord. I dare not make the decision on whether the lord should take this medicine or not. Please discuss it with the lord and make the decision."