Xiao Mingxuan looked down at the scalpel in his hand, then looked up at the lamps that were gradually lighting up outside.
My heart was full of doubts and strong interest in Luo Jiuli.
This suspicion is not just because she was able to temporarily suppress the spell in his body on the night of the 15th.
And her medical skills are really unheard of.
If that jailer could wake up safely, even the one from Falling Star Valley would probably look at her differently.
It was getting darker and darker outside the window. The guest room where Luo Jiuli and Chun Rong lived was very close to the jailer's room.
Xiao Mingxuan specially sent two young men to take turns guarding the jailer. If something unexpected happened to the jailer, he could immediately call Luo Jiuli over for treatment.
There is a medicine box on the bed in the inner room. This medicine box was specially bought for her by Luo Jiuli during the day. For the sake of safety, she just put the medicines needed in Gujie and her usual medicines.
All the medical equipment was put into the medicine box.
This can also avoid some unnecessary troubles.
After putting away the medicine box, Luo Jiuli got up and went to the outside room.
At this time, Chun Rong, who was standing outside, was twisting her fingers tangledly for a while, biting her lips for a while, and her expression of hesitating to speak made Luo Jiuli feel uncomfortable.
Luo Jiuli calmly sat opposite her and said calmly:
"Just ask?"
Chun Rong was startled. She was a fifteen-year-old girl with simple thoughts and a timid voice.
"Miss, slave, I don't dare."
Luo Jiuli smiled.
"Stop calling me slaves and slaves all day long. From now on, just call yourself by your own name."
"Do you think it is unbecoming of a woman for me to stay at the Nine Princes' Mansion and stay up all night?"
"No, no, no, miss, slave, Chunrong doesn't mean that. Chunrong is just afraid that people outside will gossip."
Chun Rong quickly waved her hand and explained.
Luo Jiuli nodded, knowing that Chun Rong's worries were justified.
But now she had no choice. Not only that Xiao Mingxuan needed the jailer's confession, but she herself couldn't let the jailer die.
She wanted to know why the jailer let Yan Tinglian go for no reason? And was the original owner's lost innocence related to Yan Tinglian?
Her sixth sense told her that Yan Tinglian was more than just a concubine of King Zhao.
The emperor imprisoned Yan Tinglian until Qiu Houwenzhan, and it was by no means as simple as the outside world saw.
"Don't worry, your ladies have all died once. I don't care about other people's opinions now."
"Go to bed with peace of mind, sleep with peace of mind, if the sky falls, the Ninth Prince will still be there to hold you up."
Since the Ninth Prince allowed her to live in the Ninth Prince's Mansion, he would naturally not allow inappropriate comments to appear outside.
My own lady had already said this, so Chunrong didn't dare to ask any more questions, so she had to wait for her to rest obediently.
The first half of the night was calm and no one disturbed the master and servant from their rest.
Later in the night, I heard a rapid knock on the door.
"Miss Luo Er."
It was Qin Yin's voice, and there were obviously footsteps approaching from far away.
"Miss, something happened outside."
Chun Rong got up and rubbed her eyes in a daze.
At this time, Luo Jiuli rolled over and got out of bed. For convenience, she slept with her clothes on.
"You continue to sleep, I'll go take a look."
Chun Rong shook her head, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.
"Chun Rong will accompany the lady."
"Don't go. You can't help me if you go. It's better to sleep peacefully in the house."
Luo Jiuli straightened his hair randomly, took the medicine box, and opened the door.
Outside the door was Qin Yin.
"Miss Luo Er, something happened. The jailer suddenly had a high fever and fell unconscious."
When Luo Jiuli heard this, he raised his feet and left the house.
When they came to the guest room, they saw Xiao Mingxuan also there. At this time, he was sitting on a chair, with his right hand on his forehead and his fingers spread apart, rubbing his temples on both sides.
The shadow of his palm fell, making his face dark.
Luo Jiuli suddenly felt uncomfortable. After all, if the fever persisted and he fell into coma, too many variables would occur.
"Your Majesty."
Luo Jiuli saluted.
"Quickly go in and take a look. We must revive the person."
Before Luo Jiuli finished speaking, he quickly entered the inner room.
Even though she was assisted by the medicines in Gujie, wound infection was no joke.
Chills and fever are minor. Once treatment is not received in time, sepsis occurs, and the patient will suffer from septic shock. In severe cases, symptoms such as liver abscess, liver failure, and respiratory failure may occur.
Therefore, wound infection can lead to death. This is an indisputable fact, and she does not dare to take it lightly.
What's more, the jailer's injury was still in the chest and heart.
In the room, the jailer was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, his face pale.
At this time, she had no time to ask further questions. She opened the medicine box. There were antipyretic injections prepared in advance. She gave the jailer an injection of antipyretic medicine first.
Then, he quickly removed the bandage on his wound and treated the infected wound.
The last step is to insert the silver needle into the Waiguan point.
Waiguan point is one of the intersection points of the eight meridians, and it is an important point for relieving superficial symptoms and reducing fever.
Yan Youyou was unequivocal and used silver needles to prick these three acupuncture points to lower his body temperature.
At the same time, in conjunction with eating, push the pulp of the middle two fingers upward from the wrist crease to the elbow about a hundred times.
After a combination of traditional Chinese and Western medicine treatment and emergency treatment, two hours later, the jailer's high fever had subsided a lot and he became drowsy and groaned.
But there was just a cry, and the person did not wake up.
"call."
Luo Jiuli exhaled heavily, rubbed his sore wrists with great effort, and his tense nerves finally relaxed.
When she turned around, she saw Xiao Mingxuan and Qin Yin, master and servant, at the door of the inner room behind her, looking at her with a scrutinizing gaze.
To be precise, they looked at the medicine box in her hand and the medical supplies in the medicine box that they had never heard of or seen before.
Luo Jiuli slammed the medicine box shut.
Qin Yin was startled, and Xiao Mingxuan narrowed his eyes, looked at her with a slightly deep eyebrow, and then Yun Danfeng said softly:
"How is he?"
The voice was low, emotionless, and emotionless.
"The body temperature has dropped temporarily."
After the high fever subsides, she still needs to give him antibiotics.
"I will stay here for the rest of the night. Your Majesty, please go back."
Xiao Mingxuan said nothing, looked at the jailer on the bed, and said calmly:
"I am waiting outside."
After saying that, he turned around and left, sitting down on the chair outside again.
Luo Jiuli didn't care. He carried the medicine box and followed him out. He found a chair, sat on it and leaned against the back of the chair, closing his eyes to relax.
In fact, her mind was very clear. If the jailer died in her hands due to wound infection and high fever, then all her previous efforts would be in vain.
Then the only clue about Yan Tinglian was lost.
On the side, Qin Yin turned his head and glanced at his master, then slowly looked at Luo Jiuli.