"Damn, what comes to mind comes true," the spirit hurriedly embraced her, transforming into a line and flying forward at a speed beyond light.
In the Jinhua Hall, Ye Hui lay motionless on the sandalwood bed. As Qingtian Daoren stimulated her brain with needles, her already pale face suddenly turned ashen, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Qingtian was startled and quickly pulled out the needle.
"My wife, I'm right by your side, quickly open your eyes and look at me, just look at me," Qin Yuhang held his wife in his arms, sweating profusely, and scolded Qingtian: "Uncle, what kind of treatment is this?"
Qingtian inwardly realized something was wrong; he had never treated Drunk Dream Departure before, only hearing about it from a retired imperial court physician years ago.
The other three men gathered around the bedside, continuously calling out "Madam" and "Miss"... but the woman on the bed continued to tremble, then suddenly convulsed violently, grabbing the bedsheet...
"Miss moved," Moqi suddenly burst into tears.
Old Ten and Old Ten were both excited, their eyes wide, pushing Qingtian aside and surrounding the bed. Qin Yuhang held her tightly, whispering in her ear: "My wife, I know you can hear me, quickly open your eyes and look at me."
Ye Hui weakly lifted her eyelids a crack, vaguely feeling someone watching her, but unable to see anything, only able to emit a weak voice: "Pain... I'm in so much pain..."
Qin Yuhang anxiously asked: "Where does it hurt, my wife?"
"Head..." She tried to open her eyes wide but felt foggy, unable to see people or where she was, not knowing who was holding her. Her brain sent waves of intense pain, feeling something was leaving, perhaps she was about to die. Suddenly, she felt her body becoming light.
Ye Hui cried out, her eyelids flipping, her head drooping in his arms.
Qin Yuhang was shocked, placing his hand on his wife's chest, feeling an almost imperceptible heartbeat. The signs of life were extremely weak. He was at a loss, his mind blank, trembling: "Uncle, please come and see what's wrong with my wife."
Qingtian stepped forward, checking Ye Hui's pulse, becoming panicked: "How could this happen?"
Old Ten felt something was wrong and also checked her pulse. After a while, he placed his hand near her nose and could no longer detect breathing. His face turned painful, and he swayed, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He had been poisoned, having drunk poisoned tea, but due to his deep internal energy, he had been suppressing the poison. Now, with his mind in chaos, the toxin spread throughout his body.
Old Ten drew his long sword and placed it against Qingtian's neck, shouting anxiously: "What have you done?"
Qingtian calmed himself: "Don't say more, let's try to revive her first." He took out a pill from his medicine box, crushed it, and had Moqi feed it to Ye Hui. Moqi dissolved the pill in water and fed it to his master with a spoon, resolving in his heart that if she didn't survive, he would follow her to the underworld to serve her.
After a quarter of an hour, the pill did not restore Ye Hui's heartbeat; instead, her symptoms became even weaker. Qingtian shook his head: "The madam's body functions have failed and can no longer absorb the medicine's power. What can be done?"
Qin Yuhang looked at his wife's face gradually losing signs of life, his heart about to break. Overwhelming pain surged through him, he covered his chest and sat beside her, feeling so blocked he could barely breathe.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he laid her flat on the bed, kneeling at the bedside. One hand pressed on the lower half of her sternum, the other hand on top, using his shoulder and arm strength to rhythmically compress her chest, careful not to use too much force to avoid breaking her bones. After compressing for a while, he began performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
Qingtian stared wide-eyed, wanting to ask the purpose of these actions, but Old Ten's sword was still pressed against his neck, afraid that even a slight movement might cut his carotid artery.
Moqi remembered something, his eyes slightly brightening with a glimmer of hope.
It was during their journey to Pingzhou, passing through a small town where a mother was begging on the roadside with a child nearly starving to death. Ye Hui had seen the child was almost gone and used this method to revive the child, then gave them some food and money to seek help from relatives and friends.
The four young men stared unblinkingly at the woman on the bed. After a few minutes, her face, previously almost corpse-white, recovered a trace of life.
The men held their breath, not daring to exhale, afraid of disturbing her.
Qin Yuhang stopped his actions, checking his wife's breath, knowing she would not die for now. He closed his eyes, a tear rolling down, landing on Ye Hui's nose tip.
………………
Ye Hui's consciousness drifted, with sounds seeming to be near her ears, but her eyelids were extraordinarily heavy, unable to open. Her body felt light, like floating on cloud wisps... She tried to breathe, her consciousness slowly recovering, her brain still painfully tangled.
"It's been three days, why hasn't she woken up?"
"Don't worry, don't worry. The madam is resting. That day was truly painful, causing her to pass out. But it's okay, once her body recovers, she'll wake up."
"I don't believe you. If you were capable, how could you have almost killed her that day?
Cough, acupuncture is correct. As my friend said, he once saved someone who had fallen into a drunken dream, but that was a strong and robust man who could endure such pain. Her Highness is a woman with a weaker constitution, of course, she cannot be compared to a healthy man. But now everything is fine, it was a narrow escape, fortunately you used that strange method.
