Chapter 85: Poison

Under the scissors of the middle-aged Taoist priest, Yang Shuang's top was quickly taken off. Yang Shuang had been fighting for many years and could not see anything in normal times. Now, taking off her clothes, her whole body was covered with bulging muscles, and many scars were left in many places. These scars were undoubtedly left by Yang Shuang's wars over the years.

The middle-aged Taoist priest looked at Yang Shuang carefully, and even a scar was not spared. If there were so many people in the room watching and suddenly bumped into him, it would have been a mistake for people to misunderstand that this person had a special hobby. Several imperial doctors watching behind him looked at each other, and one of them couldn't help but ask, "What are he doing?"

Several imperial physicians shook their heads. They thought that their medical skills were the most wise, and they always looked down on civilian doctors. However, in the morning, everyone took turns to interrogate them, and the middle-aged Taoist priests answered fluently, and then they were convinced.

"Idiot, this is investigating the injury for His Highness King Wei."

The few people were furious and turned to look at the voices that cursed them. They were stunned. It turned out that the Taoist priest who came with the emperor last night. Although the imperial physicians did not know Guangyuan before, they still remembered the fact that Guangyuan even dared to ask the emperor out of the room of the King of Wei last night, and immediately shut up.

But the imperial physicians were muttering in their hearts that Guangyuan clearly said last night that His Highness King Wei's illness was caused by cat demons, and he didn't object to the fact that he saw the prince ask for treatment today.

Guangyuan was also very curious about the new Taoist priest. So many people did not find out the cause of King Wei. He really wanted to see if someone would diagnose it. He was even more curious about what kind of disease King Wei was suffering from. Anyway, he just pretended to practice the alchemy, so he simply squeezed over.

"It's really good!" The middle-aged Taoist priest who was diagnosed for Yang Shuang stopped and pressed his fingers on a piece of Yang Shuang's scar.

Everyone stared at the place where the Taoist priest's fingers were pressed, as if there were some rare treasures hidden under the Taoist's fingers, but they could not see anything.

"Did the Taoist priest discover the illness of His Highness King Wei?" Liu Hu couldn't help but ask quickly. The others were staring at the middle-aged Taoist priest, waiting for him to answer.

The middle-aged Taoist priest had no joy on his face and looked at Yang Yong and said, "Your Highness, I want to report to Your Highness alone."

Yang Yong looked at the several doctors with a eager look on his face and waved his hand: "Dear friends, let's go down first."

Although several imperial physicians were unhappy, they did not dare to disobey Yang Yong's orders. Guangyuan was slow to go, not knowing whether it was better to go or not to go. Liu Hu stood beside Yang Yong, but did not move. In the end, in addition to Yang Yong, there were only Liu Hu and Guangyuan in the room, and two small road servants were also driven out.

The Taoist priest still looked at Liu Hu, Guangyuan and the others with his eyes and signaled them to go out. Yang Yong gave up: "They don't need them. I believe that the Taoist priest can say something."

"Well, since Your Highness has given me the order, I will say that King Wei is not sick, but poisoned!"

"Poisoned?" The Taoist priest's words were astonished as the stones of the sky, which made Yang Yong come back to his senses. If he was poisoned, how could Guangyuan not find out so many imperial physicians and Tan Chong?

"Please look at your highness." The middle-aged Taoist priest moved his fingers pressing on Yang Shuang's skin away. Yang Yong opened his eyes wide and saw nothing but a scar here. Guangyuan and Liu Hu quickly stretched their necks. They saw no more than Yang Yong saw.

Seeing Yang Yong's face was confused, the middle-aged Taoist priest picked up Yang Yong's right hand and placed it on Yang Shuang's scar: "Your Highness can touch it, what is the difference between it and normal skin."

"Well, it's a little hard." Yang Yong replied, however, it's normal for the scar to be a little hard. Yang Yong felt it carefully again and finally felt that it was different from the normal scar. Yang Shuang's scar should be an arrow wound. Due to the protective effect of the Great Sui armor, the arrow wound is not deep, and the scar is only a shallow mark as big as a finger. However, Yang Yong felt a small lump the size of a soybean on the edge of the scar. This lump is neither in the middle of the scar, and is much smaller than the scar.

Yang Yong lowered his head and looked at the hard blocks he felt under his fingers. Yang Shuang's normal skin was white and the scar was slightly black. In addition to being slightly dark, the soybean-sized hardness was also mixed with a hint of red. If it was not very careful, it would be easily covered by the black of the scar itself.

"Is this the place where the poisoning is?" Yang Yong's face was gloomy and terrifying. Since Yang Shuang was poisoned, who was so bold that he dared to poison King Wei.

The Taoist nodded: "That's right."

"What kind of poison is this? Can the Taoist priest be cured?" Yang Yong stared at the Taoist priest nervously. It would be no longer too late to investigate Yang Shuang's poisoning. The key now is how to save Yang Shuang.

"Go back to Your Highness, this is a kind of poison. It comes from the forested areas in the south. I have treated three patients in the south. I am really ashamed and have only saved one person."

"Gu Poison." Yang Yong couldn't help but shivered, and the description of Gu in the previous martial arts novel flashed through his mind. On the Dragon Boat Festival, the Gu Man cleaned his home, ate vegetarian food, knelt in front of the ancestral gods to pray to the ghosts and gods, and then put the twelve most poisonous things into the large jar and buried them in the main hall. The poisonous insects were swallowed up in the jar, and in the end there was only one left. The Gu Man pierced his fingertips and fed this Gu Man with the blood in his heart every day. After a few years, the Gu Man became the natal Gu Man. It can travel thousands of miles according to the Gu Man's wishes, killing people invisible. The Gu Man is in the Gu Man, and the Gu Man is dead.

Of course, Yang Yong didn't believe that there was a saying that there were really thousands of miles away and that people were killed invisibly, but he still felt creepy when he thought of Gu.

"Your Highness, the poison is difficult to treat. One is that the wound is small and cannot be easily discovered. The other is that the toxicity is mixed. It has a combination of various toxins. It is too difficult to use medicine. I am not sure, so I can only try it out."

"Okay, please treat the Taoist priest immediately. No matter what medicinal materials are needed, I will definitely help the Taoist priest. However, there is one thing that needs the Taoist priest's help. I also ask the Taoist priest to keep the secret of the poison in King Wei. I don't want to cause chaos in the capital."

The witchcraft has been recorded since the Qin and Han dynasties. Han laws stipulate that if a person raises a worm in his home has taken shape and causes death, the person will be sentenced to death. His family will be exiled for three thousand miles, and those who have not raised a gust have been exiled.

In the later years of Emperor Wu of Han, Jiang Chong pretended to have an illness because of witchcraft. He used his puppets to frame the prince in advance, which resulted in the death of all the prince and his family members. Tens of thousands of people were killed before and after death. Witchcraft has never been separated. If Yang Jian learned that King Wei was poisoned and ordered the capital to ban witchcraft, it would be easy to cause a prison, and it would be difficult to make a witchcraft. However, witchcraft only requires carving a puppet, writing the name and birth date, and pricking it with a needle. Whether the effect is good is another matter, but it is easy to frame others.

The middle-aged Taoist priest also knew that this was a big deal. Once a witchcraft case was launched in the court, it would easily involve the lives of thousands of people. He asked everyone to go out and explain it to Yang Yong alone.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I must keep my mouth shut." After the Taoist priest said, his eyes turned to Guangyuan and Liu Hu.

Guangyuan hurriedly said, "Your Highness, I must keep my mouth shut."

Yang Yong nodded with satisfaction. Guangyuan now had a handle in his hand, not to mention that he had previously said that it was a cat demon. If he told others that King Wei was poisoned by the poison, it would be like a slap in the mouth. Liu Hu had been following him, so he naturally knew what to say and what not to say.

The middle-aged Taoist priest had already sat down and started writing the prescription. The pen was like a dragon and a snake. He quickly filled up a dense list. Yang Yong took it and took a look and handed it to Liu Hu: "First divide the list into different copies and send people to various pharmacies to buy it. If you can't buy anything outside, you can get it from the Imperial Medical Office."

Yang Yong was so careful that he was naturally afraid that the imperial physician would see the clues from the prescription. The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled when he heard this: "Your Highness does not need to be so cautious. The prescription I prescribed has been considered. Outsiders cannot see what disease is being treated from the prescription."

Yang Yong breathed a sigh of relief. Since he could not see the prescription, there was no need to trouble. Many of the medicines in the Imperial Medical Department are high-quality, which is much better than the medicines sold outside: "Since that's the case, then just collect them from the Imperial Medical Department."

"Yes." Liu Hu immediately took the prescription.

Seeing Liu Hu go down, Yang Yong remembered that he still didn't know the name of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and couldn't help but ask: "I don't know what to call him?"

"Go back to Your Highness, I am Sun Simiao, Your Highness only needs to call Master Sun."

"Sun Simiao." Yang Yong had heard of the famous Medicine King in later generations, and almost jumped up, his eyes widened: "Are you really Sun Simiao?"

Seeing the prince so excited, Sun Simiao was shocked. He remembered something and thought it was not good. It turned out that in the first year of Dacheng, when Yang Jian was appointed as the prime minister, local officials recommended Yang Jian to Yang Jian with his excellent medical skills. Yang Jian conquered him as a doctor of the Imperial College. Sun Simiao heard that Yang Jian started a massacre of Yuwen and was unwilling to serve Yang Jian. He said he ran away and lived in seclusion in Taibai Mountain (in today's Mei County, Shaanxi Province) to learn Taoism, refine Qi, nourish body, and study the techniques of health and longevity.

In recent years, the Turks and Tuyuhun were defeated by the Sui Dynasty. The country and the people in the Sui Dynasty were prosperous and the people were safe. Only then did Sun Simiao go down the mountain again and travel to doctors from all directions. Due to Yang Jian's support for Buddhism, Taoism also benefited from it and was extremely tolerant of monks. Sun Simiao dressed as a Taoist priest and walked around the world, and was always free and easy. He almost forgot about his recruitment. Now he was automatically delivered to the door. Even if the court did not blame him for his previous act of claiming illness, he would re-enlist him as a doctor of the Imperial College or an imperial physician, which was not what Sun Simiao wanted.

"I am Sun Simiao, please forgive me!" After Sun Simiao said that, he knelt down.

"You are really Sun Simiao, why are you guilty? Get up, get up." Yang Yong was so excited that he was unspeakable. He had confidence in Yang Shuang's illness greatly increased. If Sun Simiao could not cure Yang Shuang, no one in the world would be able to cure it.

Although Sun Simiao was unwilling to be an official, he was very interested in the various medical classics collected by the royal family. This time, he announced the list of the doctor's parents' hearts, but on the other hand, he wanted to take the opportunity to enter the royal academy, read the medical books collected by his predecessors, and further improve his medical skills. Seeing that the prince did not mention the previous recruitment, Sun Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, took out the silver needle from the medical box, and took the acupuncture for King Wei first.

As soon as Liu Hu came out, he was immediately surrounded by many imperial physicians: "How is it, how is it? Did the Taoist priest say what disease did King Wei get?"

Liu Hu replied coldly: "There is nothing to be told. This is the prescription prescribed by the Taoist priest. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an order. The Imperial Medical Office will prepare the medicine immediately."

When they heard Liu Hu's unpredictable answer, the imperial physicians were very disappointed. When they saw Liu Hu taking out the prescription, they showed excitement on their faces and rushed to watch.

"Absurd, absurd, what kind of prescription is this? Since honeysuckle needs to be used as much as one pound, is it used to soak it? How can this earth dragon and scorpion be mixed together?"

"Why can't the earth dragon and the scorpion be mixed together? I think it's OK."

"The amount of Alisma is too much. If you decoct it, you can't finish it in a year."

"I'm afraid it's not decocted, but used to take medicine and bathe."

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As soon as they saw this prescription, the imperial physicians started arguing that the amount of medicine was extremely large and there were many counterproductive things. If they hadn't made things difficult for a long time in the morning, they would not have stumped the other party. They would only think that this prescription was a joke made by a quack doctor.

"Stop talking, Your Highness has an order, and the Imperial Medical Office will immediately take medicine according to the prescription." Seeing that these Imperial Medical Doctors were only concerned about talking, Liu Hu was very impatient.

Several imperial physicians muttered a few times, finally stopped discussing and took the prescription to the Imperial Medical Office for the medicine. They no longer had confidence in King Wei's illness. If it was not cured, there would be the Taoist priest who was punished. Except for a few people who were unwilling to accept it, most of them had an attitude of not being responsible for it. Some even wanted King Wei to cure it in order to restore the reputation of the Imperial Medical Office.

The Wei Wang Mansion is only two or three miles away from the Imperial Hospital. Half an hour later, several large carriages of medicinal materials were pulled into the Wei Wang Mansion. In the hall outside the Wei Wang’s dormitory, a large pot had been set up, and a wooden barrel filled with clear water was placed on it. Under the big pot, large pieces of pine wood were making a sound of peeling. The water in the pot had already been opened, and the water in the wooden barrel was also gulping, and a large amount of white vapor was coming out. After a while, the water in the barrel would soon boil.
Chapter completed!