In the corridor, several people turned around and saw Ruan Mufeng and Nan Jingting hurriedly arriving.
They were far away and suddenly appeared here!
And you also have medicine with you?
Fu Yiqian stepped forward immediately and asked curiously: "What medicine?"
Ruan Mufeng said: "The medicine found in Miao City can only cure hundreds of poisons. Although it cannot cure it completely, it can definitely alleviate the condition. Give it to Miss Fu as soon as possible."
"Okay." Fu Yiqian asked Qiao Fan to send the medicine to the medical room immediately.
From the day to now, Fu Xixi's vomiting of blood has not recovered. He has been undergoing treatment for seven hours. This medicine is a timely help.
Sure enough, in about ten minutes, Qiao Sang came out and reported: "Master Ninth, Prince, that's great. The lady's condition has been stabilized for the time being, and she has no more vomiting blood."
With these words, the tense air instantly became thinner and relaxed.
Bo Zhanye looked at Ruan Mufeng and thanked him very calmly: "Thank you."
Ruan Mufeng said: "You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank Jing Ting. It was Jing Ting's persistence and dedication that allowed me to get this medicine."
With these words, everyone noticed Nan Jingting sitting in a wheelchair.
He was wearing clothes that had not been changed, with many wrinkles and mud and weeds. There was an obvious large bandage on his leg, which was full of blood.
Even if you don't see the wound, you can still imagine how shocking it is.
Fu Yiqian frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
Nan Jingting opened his lips and wanted to say it was okay, but Ruan Mufeng beside him said quickly:
"The medicine was on the cliff, and there were poisonous snakes. It was Jing Ting who went to the cliff to get it alone regardless of the danger and difficulty.
Not only was his thigh severely scratched, but he was also bitten twice by venomous snakes. If he hadn't been followed by my doctor friend, he would have..."
"Mufeng." Nan Jingting interrupted, threw a sentence to Ruan Mufeng, and then looked at Fu Yiqian:
"I'm sorry. After working so hard, we could only get this medicine. It's our fault."
Fu Yiqian couldn't bear to blame him: "Even Bo Jiu and I didn't find the antidote. It's not that you are bad. On the contrary, I am very grateful for your efforts.
Take a good rest and leave the other matters to me and Bo Jiu."
Nan Jingting said seriously: "I am worried that Xixi has not been cured well. I wonder if the prince can help arrange a ward in the clinic so that it is convenient for me to visit Xixi and Mu Feng can also help if he stays here.
.”
This was a very simple request. Fu Yiqian thought that Fu Xixi also needed friends, so he agreed without thinking too much.
Beside him, Bo Zhanye's eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, and his face was deep.
‘Ding!’ At this moment, the treatment room door opened.
A group of doctors came out, respectful and polite:
"Mrs. Bo's symptoms of this treatment have ended and she is resting now. She will be able to return to the room to accompany her in about an hour."
"We are now going to have a new discussion about the condition. Master Jiu will join us if he is free."
"And Dr. Ruan."
"Okay." Bo Zhanye and Ruan Mufeng agreed directly without refusing.
The group of people marched to the medical conference room.
Only Nan Jingting was left outside.
He was sitting in a mobile wheelchair, not caring about the pain in his legs. He was only waiting for Fu Xixi to wake up and go in to visit.
I haven’t seen her for a long time since the wedding day. I wonder how she is. Is she suffering from illness?
...
At this moment, a two-hour discussion was going on in the conference room.
The final results were unsatisfactory, and an antidote was urgently needed.
Fu Yiqian and Bo Zhanye's expressions were extremely cold. When they walked out of the conference room, Qiao Fan was already waiting beside them: