Yi Xin as a concubine

Chapter 216 Blood Freeze

The woman's cry of pain attracted the attention of the guard outside the door, who asked, "Your Majesty, is there anything you need?"

"What's going on?" Before Chu Xingchen could say anything, Wangchuan just rushed back and saw the guard lying on the door with a hesitant look, so he quickly asked.

"There seems to be a woman's voice in the room." The guard scratched his head and replied uncertainly, but he was thinking in his heart: The king is drunk and wants to favor a woman, it seems that they should not be involved in this matter, right?

When Wangchuan heard that there was a woman, his head buzzed and he thought "Oh no" to himself, and without saying a word, he pushed open the door without hesitation.

"Master, are you okay?" Wangchuan saw that something was wrong with his master as soon as he opened the door and asked carefully.

"Hmm." Chu Xingchen's voice was muffled, and sweat appeared on his forehead. It was obvious that he had endured to the limit, and his internal strength could not suppress the surging heat in his body.

"Take him away and have him investigated thoroughly." Wangchuan ordered.

The two women were so frightened by Wangchuan's sudden rush in that when they were dragged down, they only whimpered and begged for mercy, and they even forgot to struggle.

"Master, how are you? Are you injured? I will find a doctor for you right away." Wangchuan stepped forward and tried to help the man to the bed, but was stopped.

"Take me to find Baoer, she has medicine." Chu Xingchen said softly, his voice was very hoarse, as if he was suppressing some ferocious beast that was about to burst out.

Wang Chuan's body trembled, and he almost knelt down to Chu Xingchen on the spot. His master's current condition was obviously caused by some bad medicine. If Madam Xin was here, they could indeed go over and get the antidote, but the problem was that they didn't even know where this person had gone.

Wang Chuan wanted to cry, but his master's health was the most important thing at the moment. He said hesitantly, "Master, you must have been poisoned by that kind of medicine. Madam Xin has always been weak, I'm afraid... she can't bear it..."

Wangchuan's voice became lower and lower, he was afraid of being strangled by his master's death gaze.

“Call Dr. Du.” Chu Xingchen finally compromised and gave the order while suppressing his temper.

Wangchuan felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly raised his voice and gave orders to the guards outside the house, while he helped Chu Xingchen to lie down on the couch. There was nothing he could do because his master disliked the two women touching the bed.

Doctor Du was originally the court physician of the Xin family. The last time he accompanied Xin Baoer back to her parents' home, Chu Xingchen proposed to the Xin family that he be allowed to serve in the palace, and that he be the person to organize and establish the Imperial Medical College, with him as the director and absolute power. No one would easily interfere in the affairs of the Imperial Medical College in the future.

Doctor Du was reluctant at first. After all, he had been hiding for half his life and had lived in comfort for half his life. Although the threat was gone now, he was lazy and didn't want to work.

But who is Chu Xingchen? He is destined to become an emperor. After he said a few words casually, Doctor Du immediately broke down. Even though he had a bitter face, he still agreed decisively.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Someone's dead?" Doctor Du was hurried over here carrying his medicine box. He was very unwilling in his heart. If that guy hadn't tempted him with his master's letter, he would not have bothered with the imperial physician Shu. It was a thankless job.

"Divine doctor, come on, quickly check for the master what kind of medicine he has been poisoned by." Wang Chuan came over, grabbed his wrist and dragged him towards the couch, his tone extremely anxious.

"Traditional Chinese medicine? Why don't you just find a woman? Why are you bothering an old man like me? You are not young anymore, but you are so ignorant. It's really..."

Doctor Du was unhappy. He had gained a lot from studying the notes left by his master during this period. He was planning to develop something new. He had sorted out his ideas and was about to start working when he was dragged here. As he got old, he had a bad memory, so he had to go back and sort out his ideas again.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and detoxify." Chu Xingchen was annoyed by the waves of heat burning in his body, so his tone was naturally not very good.

"Young man, you are just hot-tempered. I, an old man, will help you vent your anger."

Doctor Du was not afraid of him. He slowly took out the medicine from the medicine box. There were a pile of bottles and jars, some with labels and some without. It must have been too long, so he had to check them one by one to determine what kind of medicine it was.

Chu Xingchen was so angry that he could not hold back his anger, Wangchuan was so scared that his legs went weak, but Doctor Du was calm and composed, and finally pushed a piece of porcelain in front of Chu Xingchen after a quarter of an hour.

"That's it. It took a long time to develop it successfully, and I don't know if it will still work. You're on your own. If it doesn't work, think of women. I have things to do, so don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

After saying this, without paying any attention to the incredulous eyes of the master and the servant, he pushed all the bottles and jars on the table into the medicine box, then turned around and left without mercy.

Chu Xingchen had no way to deal with this old man, but he also knew that he just looked unreliable. The pills he took out could not be ineffective, so he simply pulled out the cork, tilted his head back and put a few pills in his mouth. He swallowed them directly without even drinking water.

Wangchuan wanted to stop him, but just as he stretched out his hand, his master had finished eating. He swallowed silently and prayed in his heart that the old man would be more reliable.

Chu Xingchen took the medicine and soon felt the dryness in his body subsided a lot. However, after tossing and turning for so long and being drunk, he was already very tired. He lay on the couch in a daze and fell asleep soon.

Wangchuan wished he could sleep a little longer so that he could delay the matter he was hiding a little longer. He never thought of looking for anyone because he knew very well the abilities of Xin Baoer's men. If she intended to hide her tracks, their people would not be able to find her.

He looked at his master, who was still breathing heavily, with some sympathy, took out a new quilt from the cupboard and covered him with it, then walked out with the teapot in his hand.

He had to add some water, as his master would surely be thirsty when he woke up later. As a caring subordinate, he had to prepare all these in advance.

Considering that his master would definitely be in a bad mood later, it would be better for him to feel more at ease before that.

Because he was always thinking about meeting Xin Baoer, Chu Xingchen woke up in less than an hour.

My head ached and my mouth was dry. I rubbed my head and sat up. The room was dark and it was obviously past dinner time.

He walked to the table and immediately poured himself a glass of water. The water temperature was just right, neither too cold nor too hot. Chu Xingchen drank three cups in a row before he felt his throat better.

"Wangchuan, what time is it?"

Chu Xingchen didn't turn on the light. He was skilled in martial arts and had good night vision. He walked to the closet and took out a set of clean clothes based on his memory and put them on.

As soon as he took out the clothes, Wang Chuan came in with a candlestick. While lighting the lamp, he replied, "It's almost midnight. Master, are you going out?"

Wangchuan asked tentatively, but in his heart he prayed that his master would give a negative answer. Unfortunately, Chu Xingchen could not hear their prayers. At this moment, all he was thinking about was the little girl, and he didn't even ask a question about the murderer who had caused him to be possessed.

He didn't ask Wangchuan nor did he want to mention it now. His master would definitely be in a bad mood next time, so he would just leave those ignorant people to him to vent his emotions.

"Master, why don't you eat something before going over? You drank so much wine at noon, your stomach must be uncomfortable. Besides, they may have finished their dinner at this time." Wangchuan saw that his master was about to leave, but he continued to persuade him fearlessly.

"You're very talkative today." Chu Xingchen said this lightly without even turning his head, and his pace quickened a bit.

What else could Wangchuan do? He had to accept his fate and follow him, but his heart was already desolate. Oh, let him die!

The two of them walked quickly and soon arrived at the gate of the courtyard.

The courtyard was very quiet. Chu Xingchen looked at Wangchuan uncertainly and asked, "Didn't you tell her that I was coming over tonight?"

Wang Chuan's expression was a little stiff, thinking that since no one was here, what difference would it make whether he notified or not? But he still didn't dare to tell the truth, and replied in a low voice: "I told Lancao."

"Why is it so quiet?" Chu Xingchen said to himself, and his footsteps automatically stepped into the yard.

The yard was very quiet, so quiet that it seemed a little desolate. Chu Xingchen didn't know what was wrong with him. He suddenly felt nervous and uneasy. The closer he got to Xin Baoer's bedroom, the stronger this feeling became.

There was a dim candle lit in the room, which made him feel a little relieved. The light was on, so she must be waiting for him.

While thinking this in his mind, he had already opened the door, gently calling Xin Baoer's name, his eyes searching for that pretty figure.

The room was not big and one could see the whole thing at a glance from the door. There was half-warm food on the table, but no one was around. The bad feeling grew stronger.

He walked into the house hesitantly, his heart beating uncontrollably. Every time he passed a place, his blood grew colder. Until he saw the letter on the desk, he fell directly into the chair, his blood froze and his whole body was cold.