Liu Yushu sent Zui Tao to fetch a basin of clean water and then told her to wait outside.
After Doctor Yan examined Wu Qing, he shook his head and sighed. "This young master is deeply poisoned. It's really rare that he's managed to hold on until now."
Wu Qing was sweating profusely on his forehead. In his coma, he groaned hoarsely, "Yushu... Yushu..." Each word was spoken with great difficulty.
Liu Yushu's heart skipped a beat. Even in this state, he was still calling her name.
"Doctor Yan, please, you must save him. Please," Liu Yushu pleaded, her eyes filled with tears. She had never thought that he would care about her so much.
Liu Yushu admitted that she had fallen for Wu Qing. This feeling was like it was predestined. There were some people you could trust and love after just one encounter, while others wouldn't make your heart flutter even after a hundred or a thousand meetings.
The last time he found her, she saw him sitting on the couch, crying miserably. Her heart softened instantly. It wasn't just because of the past events, the fierce arguments, or the ambiguous feelings caused by Geng Rong's interference. More importantly, she felt that this man loved her deeply, to the core of his being. He seemed to know exactly how she felt, and was willing to accept it all. That was the most precious thing.
In this world, there were very few people who were willing to tolerate you. If you met such a person, don't hesitate or think too much. Don't let go of his hand.
Liu Yushu took a deep breath. Memories of the past flooded back into her mind. He used to be so wild and untamed, but now he was so obedient to her. He was really like a wildcat. At first, when he was unfamiliar, he would always scratch her. Now that he was used to her, he started to act coquettishly.
"Old servant will only do his best," Doctor Yan said gravely. He glanced at Liu Yushu. "Miss Liu, the location of his injury is not suitable for outsiders to see. Please wait outside first." Three poisonous needles were stuck in his chest near his heart. It was only a hair's breadth away from stabbing right into his heart. The doctor would surely have to take off his upper garment to treat him.
"I'm staying," Liu Yushu said firmly. She clenched Wu Qing's cold and trembling hand tightly and said forcefully, "This is a matter of life and death. We can't afford to be so particular. Please, doctor, save his life quickly." She wanted to stay with Wu Qing. He had been calling her name all the time. She believed that as long as she was here, he wouldn't die.
Doctor Yan couldn't persuade her, so he had no choice but to bury his head and treat Wu Qing. He took off Wu Qing's upper garment, which was covered in blood and completely soaked. But because Liu Yushu was there, he didn't take it all off. He only exposed the wound, took out a small silver tweezer, grasped the thin silver needle, and yanked it out. It was as long as a person's index finger!
Soon, all three silver needles were pulled out. They had turned black and purple.
Liu Yushu watched in horror as the black and purple blood oozed out of the wound. What a poisonous needle! Who could be so vicious as to stab the poisonous needle in this position? If there was the slightest mistake, Wu Qing's heart would be torn to pieces.
"Doctor, how is he? When will he wake up?" Actually, Liu Yushu was worried that Wu Qing's body had been seriously injured. He had come so close to going to the underworld.
It was probably the perpetrator's intention, but they just didn't succeed.
Doctor Yan heaved a heavy sigh. "This poisonous needle is very rare. It's not from our country. The problem now is..." Doctor Yan hesitated, looking troubled.
"Please speak your mind," Liu Yushu said anxiously. Her face had turned pale with fright.
"The poison is rather strange. The wound is sealed by the highly poisonous substance, but it's not completely incurable. As long as the young master can force the poisonous blood out of the wound and let it out, he will recover. Unfortunately, ordinary people can't force the toxin out of the blood," Doctor Yan said as he cleaned the wound on Wu Qing. He left a jar of pills and instructed Liu Yushu, "This medicine can prolong his life. He will wake up soon after taking it. But whether he can survive or not depends on whether he can expel the poison from his body."
"Thank you, Doctor Yan," Liu Yushu said. She knew that Doctor Yan had done his best. Just as Doctor Yan was about to leave, she called him in a low voice. Looking rather embarrassed, she pleaded, "Please keep this a secret for me, Doctor Yan. Don't let my grandmother know." As she said this, she was about to kneel down to Doctor Yan.
Doctor Yan quickly helped her up, looking extremely flustered. "Miss, you're making this old servant feel ashamed. Since you have your own difficulties, this old servant won't say a word. Please rest assured."
"Thank you, Doctor Yan, for saving his life," Liu Yushu said, feeling relieved.
After Doctor Yan left, it was already late at night.
Liu Yushu looked at the wound exposed on Wu Qing's body. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She turned her head away and shyly pulled up his clothes to cover the wound. She opened the lid and took out a black pill. She tried to put it into his mouth, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get it in. His teeth blocked it on his lips.
She was getting desperate. What should she do? He had to take the medicine quickly.
It was very quiet that night. The candles in the room were brightly lit.
Liu Yushu saw the teapot on the table. She thought that maybe if she gave him some water to drink first, he would open his mouth.
She poured a cup of tea and let the slightly cool cup touch his dry and purple lower lip. Her two soft fingers gently pried open his hot lips. She tilted the cup, and the tea flowed in bit by bit, but it just ran down the corner of his mouth. He couldn't drink a single drop.
She clenched the cup tightly, feeling completely at a loss. His face was getting worse and worse. If he didn't take the medicine soon, he might be in great danger. And there was no way to force the poisonous blood out of the wound.
In a split second, an idea flashed through her mind, an idea that even shocked herself.
If Geng Rong were here, she would surely find a way to pry his mouth open and feed him the medicine.