Chapter 19: Pill (1/2)
Chapter 19: Pill-Crazy
Drunken Dream was the name for a top-tier wine.
Drunken Dream of Lovemaking was another name for a certain top-tier good…
There was no way I’d mix these two up.
They said this particular poison had no antidote. You could only use this and that to cure it. As to what “this” and “that” were, I was very curious to know, but Han Zichuan embarra.s.sedly sealed his lips on the topic. I asked Fang Hua, but he didn’t understand it either, only took me to the study to research it myself. Thus I once spent half a morning digging through various pill formulas for answers.
Truthfully speaking, though our house was missing many things, it was never short on medicinal plants so I decided to make a version myself. Originally, I wanted a chance to test the drug on Han Zichuan…but I never expected that I’d use it today instead.
What a slipup…
I looked around at the seven or eight people sprawled on the ground, then squatted on the ground, eyes blinking. My face was red as I tried to figure out how they’d cure the poison.
Instead, that handsome man pushed me aside and knelt down instead, rolling up his sleeves. He raised his hand, and a faint silvery light shone from within. Turning it over, he extended his index finger to quickly jabbed the people in various places with blinding speed.
The people stopped groaning, and the flush in their faces faded away. He was going to approach the thief by my side next, but I stood up to block him. “What are you doing?”
“Saving him.”
“There’s no antidote for Drunken Dream of Lovemaking.”
“No, there isn’t,” he nodded, “But this drug wasn’t well-made, so I can cure its effects.”
I choked, offended.
He dodged and swerved behind me, rolling up his sleeves as his hand quickly jabbed the thief like a hedgehog in various places.
I was angry…
He actually said my drug was defective!
Curses!
“All right, that should do it.”
He lifted his head, using his sleeve to wipe away some sweat. I started shaking as I pretended to look at the skies, my hands groping about inside my sleeves. There was only one pill pellet pinched between my fingers, and another paper packet landed on the boy’s body.
He lowered his head, shocked.
Next he turned to look at me, his limpid and clear. His glance was as clean and indifferent as autumn waters. I suddenly felt my face grow hot as I averted my eyes.
“Great sage, go cure the poison.”
Hmph.
In the outside world, there’s no choice besides acting like a ruffian. Those aren’t my words, though.
This poison was personally concocted by me, so very few outsiders knew of it. Those who could cure it had to rely on their skills, especially since this “Tickled Laughing Buddha” was no ordinary drug.
He reached out a hand to check a pulse, before giving some instructions to the bystanders to quiet down the little boy rolling around on the ground, laughing uncontrollably.
Not much later, he carried over a bowl of water that he poured over the child, drenching him thoroughly.
The laughter stopped.
The little thief opened his eyes and looked at the two of us, a little puzzled.
“It’s fine now, good child…you can go back.” He gave a virtuous smile as if to say, the evil demon has reached his wit’s end, he won’t threaten you anymore.
Curses… …
I prepared to go all out.
“You should stop before you go too far.” His hand rested on my own, which was digging restlessly through my robes.
I laughed, and gave him an open smile. He was momentarily distracted and lessened the pressure on my hands. I took the chance to withdraw my arm and…
…scattered my entire inventory of poisons.
The little thief closed his eyes as they a.s.saulted his face, before his arms and legs spread out to fall to the ground, unconscious.
I laughed and waved my hand. “You… Don’t be shy, go save him.”
This time the beautiful person’s eyebrows were almost vertical slits. Again he took the boy’s pulse, enduring one more time to check beneath his eyelids, the movements less leisurely than before. I guess he was worried about being poisoned himself.
Truthfully, the medical ethics of this person far surpa.s.sed that of Fang Hua. He wasn’t the type of person to just be a bystander. If the patient had no silver, he’d still save them. Not like my yifu…
Even if you gave him taels of silver, he’d still look on with a cold eye. According to his words, he’d only come to the rescue if Shao’er was on death’s door.