Before she could finish her words, Zheng Chengshou firmly placed the needle on the other side.
In an instant, screams resounded throughout the palace.
The young man was rolling on the ground in pain, his convulsions worsened, and the silver needles on his body were rolling deep into his body.
Song Shuwan couldn't help it any longer: "Zheng Chengshou, he has an epileptic seizure and can no longer... What does the prince mean by this?"
Prince Ning from the high place suddenly came down and blocked Song Shuwan's path forward.
Prince Ning smiled slightly, but his words were extremely cold: "This is a competition. Princess Concubine, just take care of her own patients and don't meddle in other people's affairs. Otherwise, I will really judge you to lose."
Song Shuwan's lips parted slightly, and she couldn't help but clench her intertwined hands.
She had long noticed that the young man's illness was strange, and if the treatment method was wrong, the pain could be unbearable at the least, or life-threatening at the worst.
But because the young man humiliated her face in public, she wanted to make the young man suffer a little.
But she didn't expect that Zheng Chengshou didn't notice the young man's abnormality and directly pushed him to the worst outcome.
The young man's screams gradually became quieter, and Zheng Chengshou was sweating profusely as he took out the needle.
But it was already too late, the young man's movements were getting smaller and smaller, and even his breath had almost disappeared.
By this time, Zheng Chengshou could no longer see that he had a problem, so he was just stupid and didn't realize it.
But Zheng Chengshou was unwilling to admit that his medical skills were not good enough.
What should I do? Just watch the patient die?
Song Shuwan pursed her lips, and her slightly fearful eyes fell on Prince Ning.
"Your Majesty, I think this competition can end early."
Once the young man dies, there will be no need to continue this competition.
There was silence all around, and everyone's attention was focused on Prince Ning. What would the prince choose?
Prince Ning wiped away the smile on his face and his eyes were full of sinister fervor: "What if I insist on waiting for the result?"
"Then we can only offend the prince."
A cold male voice came, followed closely by the sound of breaking through the air, and the unsheathed dagger flew towards Prince Ning's position with a fierce wind.
Prince Ning glanced at it, turned the folding fan in his hand, and made a crisp "ding-dong" sound when it collided with the dagger.
Song Shuwan was startled, the folding fan was actually made of iron.
Her thoughts were flying wildly, and she was pulled back by the exclamation.
"Oh my God, that young man has stopped moving."
"The person is already dead, right? Mr. Zheng just gave a few injections, how could he... that was a human life!"
Zheng Chengshou still held the silver needle in his hand. Hearing the words around him, the silver needle fell to the ground uncontrollably.
As soon as Pei Huan patted the wheelchair, Wen Yixiu used force to push the wheelchair out, and it happened to stop beside Song Shuwan.
"You can do whatever you want, but leave this place to me."
He tilted his head and spoke in a calm and steady tone, as if he had everything under control.
Song Shuwan's lips opened slightly, but she was speechless.
King Ning was furious, and Folding Fan rushed towards the door in front of Pei Huan with a fierce attack: "Pei Huan, you are looking for death!"
Pei Huan's empty eyes fell on his face. The moment the folding fan was about to fall, a golden needle as thin as an ox hair passed through the middle of the fan bone and went straight into Prince Ning's arm.
At the same time, a black figure quietly appeared beside Pei Huan and intercepted the folding fan.
Just hearing a "dong" sound, the folding fan fell to the ground.
It's Anichi!
Song Shuwan breathed a sigh of relief, took back the second golden needle in her hand, and quickly turned around: "Zheng Chengshou, prick him one inch below the navel, one finger behind the ear... there is still hope, please give it acupuncture quickly!"
Zheng Chengshou was so excited that he quickly placed the needle according to what Song Shuwan said.
Everyone looked at the man who had lost all his breath just now, their hearts rising and falling a little bit.
"Man, has he been rescued?"
"Oh my God, she can save the dead!"
Amid the exclamations, Prince Ning's angry roar spread: "Song Shuwan, what did you do to me?"
At that time, An Yi had already retreated and stood respectfully behind the wheelchair.
Prince Ning grabbed his arm and looked at the golden needle on his arm. He wanted to pull it out but did not dare to move it.
He had seen Song Shuwan's ability to apply acupuncture. If something went wrong with him, wouldn't he become a piece of meat on someone else's chopping block?
Song Shuwan saluted in a neither humble nor overbearing manner: "Your Majesty, please be patient. I will take the needle for you right now."
After the golden needle was removed, Prince Ning's sinister eyes fell on Song Shuwan's face.
"You're fine, very fine!"
It was obviously a compliment, but the six words were filled with murderous intent.
Song Shuwan gave a gentle blessing, as if she didn't see the murderous intention in it, and retreated behind Pei Huan.
In the silence, Wen Yixiu came forward from the side: "Your Majesty, this competition should be over."
Zheng Cheng's governor almost put people to death, but it was Song Shuwan who took care of the situation, so there was no need to continue the competition.
Prince Ning stared at Song Shuwan and sneered: "How can it end? Song Shuwan won this time, but don't forget that there is still follow-up recovery."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar. Even Zheng Chengshou looked in disbelief.
"Your Majesty, this competition..."
Prince Ning glanced at him, and Zheng Chengshou immediately became silent.
At this moment, a weak voice came.
"The grassroots people, the grassroots people don't want to be treated anymore."
The young man struggled and turned sideways, his pleading eyes falling on Song Shuwan.
"The common people are just talented and blind. They mistook pearls for fish eyes and offended the Crown Princess. Please forgive me. However, the common people do not want to get involved in this competition anymore. I beg the prince to give the common people a way out."
A way out!
These four words were like a slap in the face of Prince Ning and Zheng Chengshou.
Zheng Chengshou gritted his teeth, lifted up his clothes and knelt down: "Your Majesty, I lost this competition."
He admitted defeat on his own. Even if Prince Ning wanted to persist, he had to worry about the situation where no one would see a doctor.
"snort!"
After a long time, King Ning threw up his sleeves and left.
Zheng Chengshou lowered his eyes and staggered when he stood up.
"The imperial concubine is the one to worry about these two patients."
He turned around and walked away with a bit of stagger.
A competition started with great attention, but ended in such a messy way that it is hard to describe.
Song Shuwan looked away and heard Wen Yixiu ask: "The imperial concubine just pointed out Master Zheng's words very neatly, but she had seen Chen Shan's problem before?"
Chen Shan?
Song Shuwan glanced at the young man, nodded and said: "Yes, when he appeared, his brows were furrowed, his face was pale, and he was clutching his heart. He should have angina pectoris, but he was having difficulty breathing, and his back should also feel heavy, right? It seems so.
It’s a heavy load on your shoulders, right?”
Song Shuwan said the words in the front to those around her, but in the back, she looked at Chen Shan.
Chen Shan half covered his heart, his face full of surprise: "You, how did you know? And how did you judge epilepsy?"
Song Shuwan said lightly: "Looking, hearing, asking, and understanding are the foundation of medical skills. I can get a rough idea of your situation at a glance. As for your epilepsy, I judged it based on the wear and tear on your clothes. Those places are related to epilepsy."