
In the clinic, Lian Yue, who stood on the team that came with the prime minister, had been measuring Xueyun ever since she got out of the carriage.
He followed her all the way to the second floor of the Yuan Shu Clinic and tried to find something familiar to the woman with this mask, but he failed.
Xueyun acted as if she did not know him, and did not even realize he was there.
Bai Meng was taken to the consultation room, and everyone else from the Prime Minister's residence had to stay outside, including Lian Yue.
Twirling his thumb while standing outside the consulting room, he tilted his head and listened to the voice inside carefully.
Qing Yan saw what he was doing, but she did not stop him. Instead, he just stood still.
In the consultation room, Xueyun put on gloves and held onto Bai Mengs arm. It looked exactly like seven days ago, except for the pain he had suffered.
After taking Bai Mengs pulse, her eyebrows behind the mask lifted.
Bai Meng was poisoned. The dose of the toxin is designed to last exactly seven days. After today, no one could diagnose that he had been poisoned, not even Xueyun herself. He knew Chen had done some tricks that he wanted to know, but he didn't know it would poison.
How did Chen manage to poison Bai Meng right under his nose and control the dosage appropriately?
Xueyun found it rather interesting. Her husband is like a treasure, the deeper you dig, the more interesting you will find him.
Xueyun remained silent after examining Bai Mengs arm. Ba Meng grabbed Xueyun's arm and asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is my arm? Can it still be treated?"
A bit of violence was hidden under his anxiety.
If this doctor told him that his arm was incurable after making him suffer for days, he would definitely peel this man's skin in place!
Xueyun emotionlessly glanced at the hand that was holding her. His gaze was so sharp that Bai Meng immediately let go.
Xueyun flicked the skin that Bai Meng had just touched, as if she found the latter disgusting, before she said slowly: l, "It's okay. I'll be in treatment soon, Prime Minister."
Bai Meng was offended by Xueyun's behavior now and almost lost her temper, but when she heard Xueyun promise to cure her, she went wild with joy, saying, "Thank you, Doctor."
Xueyun took out a silver needle and inserted it into the acupoints on Bai Mengs arm.
The acupuncture points are closed. When he was at the Prime Minister's residence for the last time, Xueyun sealed this acupoints in Bai Meng's arm, which inhibited the circulation of Qi and blood, and the power of the body was not allowed to be used, and thus leads to gradual atrophy of this arm.
The silver needle was inserted deeply, and Xueyun gently twisted it to stimulate the acupoints constantly.
About a quarter of an hour later, Xueyun took out a silver needle, and a drop of dark blood came out with it, which was the residual poison in Bai Meng's arm.
The acupuncture points were not sealed, and the poison was eliminated.
Bai Meng felt the intense pain in his arm disappear in an instant. He started to regain a normal feeling in his arm, which made him feel very comfortable and happy even his soul started singing happily.
The change in Bai Mengs arm was very obvious.
There used to be some bruises on her pale skin, but at this time, the bruises faded, and her skin returned to its normal color.
Bai Meng could even feel the blood flowing under the skin of her arms, which she had not been able to feel for a long time.
Bai Meng knew his arm had healed without Xueyun telling him.
He held a grudge earlier, thinking that he would definitely teach Xueyun a lesson when her arm healed. But now, with that feeling returning to his arm, his anger had dissipated. He hoped to bring Xueyun back to his residence and hire her as his personal doctor.
No other doctor knew what to do with Bai Meng's arm, but Xueyun had cured her with just one needle!
Bai Meng flexed her hand and said happily, "Murid Dr. Lian really lives up to the legend about you! Your medical skills are unparalleled!"
He did not talk about payment or asking for rewards, his attitude was neither humble nor pushy.
Bai Meng could not help but frown when she found Xueyun's demeanor rather interesting, "Doctor, may I ask your name? I want to go to your house and say thank you one day."
Xueyun waved her hand and raised her voice, "Yuanyan, take that guest away now!" He was not swayed, as if he had no interest in building a relationship with the prime minister.
After hearing that, Qing Yan came inside and pointed towards the door.
"Please, Prime Minister."
Bai Meng looked at Xueyun with a meaningful gaze. Xueyun stood there with her hands behind without looking at Bai Meng, which made the latter want to get along with her more.
After reaching the door, Bai Meng asked Qing Yan in a low voice, "Friends, how much does the maintenance cost?"
Qing Yan said in a very deep tone, "I'll call it divine intervention that you came to my master for help, so I'm sure the divine beings have a plan for that as well."
In other words, the payment was up to Bai Meng. It would be fine even if he was unwilling to pay at all, as long as he would not feel ashamed of himself.
Bai Meng wanted to establish a good relationship with Xueyun. The older he gets, the more he values his life. Therefore, he would definitely pay a considerable amount for the treatment.
He gestured for his servant to come and signaled the latter to give Qing Yan a stack of banknotes.
Bai Meng said, "Take this as my form of appreciation."
Qing Yan took the money quietly. He didn't even count how many, as if he didn't care at all.
Seeing Qing Yan take the money, Bai Meng felt relieved and left with her servants.
On the way back to his residence, Bai Meng chose not to sit in his sedan chair, because she wanted everyone in the capital to know that she had recovered, and that she would not be disabled!
Xueyun stood beside the window on the second floor and watched Bai Meng leave. He saw Lian Yue staring at the crowd, and their eyes met each other.
"Mother." He spoke to her from a distance, which made Lian Yue widen her eyes in surprise.
And then, Xueyun laughed.
She believed Lian Yue would not reveal her identity, as she needed a weapon, which could help her take revenge.
She may have been a simple and innocent woman in the past, but after being tortured in the Prime Minister's residence for so many years, her soul had been damaged, and she would do anything to achieve her goals.
He can even poison his own child.
Such a woman does not need her redemption. In fact, he had absolutely no need for redemption.
The bright yellow carriage stopped at the front gate of the prince Chen's residence embroidered with a bright golden dragon pattern.
This is the emperor's chariot.
At the sight of the carriage, the guards of the mansion knelt down immediately, "Long-life, Your Majesty!"
A eunuch opened the carriage door for the emperor and supported him down respectfully.
Emperor Han stepped into the residence of prince Chen, and a servant in the house wanted to announce his arrival but was stopped by him.
"Silent. Take me to prince Chen.” Said.
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