si-mexico Chapter 120 Poisoning
Chapter 120 Poisoning
The pain in Ling Mohui's lower abdomen gradually intensified, like being pricked by fine needles, causing beads of sweat to seep out of her forehead.
She looked through the narrow window of the carriage at the dim lights on the street. Each light was like a fragment of fate, reflecting the increasingly clear doubts in her heart.
Ling Mohui tried hard to suppress her discomfort, as Ling Zhiyun's face kept flashing through her mind. Was there really a cold calculation hidden behind that gentle smile?
When the carriage finally stopped in front of the house, the smile Ling Mohui forced out looked pale and weak.
The moment Mo Hua lifted the curtain, a cool night wind blew into the car, but it failed to blow away the tension and anxiety in the car.
When Mohui's eyes met Mo Hua's anxious face, a hint of apology flashed across them. She knew very well that her sudden discomfort had brought endless worries to those around her.
"Miss, you have to hold on!" Mo Hua's voice trembled slightly with anxiety. Her warm hands tightly grasped Ling Mohui's cold wrist, as if to pass her strength to her.
Ling Mohui nodded and managed to utter a few words. Although the words were light, they were full of unquestionable firmness.
Just as Mo Hua was hurriedly helping Ling Mohui out of the car, a sudden incident broke the tranquility of the night.
Ling Mohui's body suddenly lost balance, as if all her strength was drained away in an instant, and the whole world turned upside down before her eyes.
At that moment, she only felt Mo Hua's panicked call, and then the coldness of the earth came towards her.
"Puff!" A mouthful of bright red blood splattered on the bluestone slab, like a blooming red plum, shocking to the eye.
Ling Mohui's world fell into darkness and her consciousness gradually blurred. The only thing that remained was Mo Hua's crying voice and a lingering feeling of unwillingness and worry.
At the same time, under the cold moonlight, Ling Zhiyun in Fu Yansheng's arms looked pale, looking at this scene with complicated eyes, her heart seemed to be surging, but it was hard to describe.
Fu Yansheng's brows were furrowed. His displeasure was not just because of Ling Mohui's sudden situation, but more deeply because of his keen awareness of the uneasy atmosphere in the mansion.
"Quick, send them back."
Fu Yansheng's words revealed an irresistible authority, and his eyes swept across the crowd with unquestionable decisiveness.
In this mansion, everyone is caught in the center of an invisible storm, and the truth seems to be slowly unveiling its mysterious veil as the night falls.
Beside the bed, the two sisters of the Ling family lay quietly on the soft velvet bedding. The moonlight shone through the window lattice, sprinkling on their faces that had lost their former rosy complexion, making their already pale complexions look even weaker. Their brows were slightly furrowed, as if even their dreams were not peaceful.
After a detailed inquiry, Fu Yansheng's frown gradually relaxed, his eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that the root of the problem lies in the mooncakes we ate tonight."
After he finished speaking, Fu Yansheng immediately instructed the people standing beside him: "Immediately find out which bakery in the city sells it."
Just as everyone was preparing to take action, Ling Mohui, who was lying on the sickbed, suddenly uttered a weak and hurried cry in her coma: "Don't go check..."
After she finished speaking, her voice was once again lost in the abyss of unconsciousness, her body trembled slightly, and she fell into a deep coma again.
Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng turned back suddenly, his eyes full of concern and anxiety, but he could only see Ling Mohui closing her heavy eyelids again, and he couldn't help feeling uneasy.
At this time, the maid Mo Hua hurried forward and said with an unquestionable firmness in her voice: "Don't worry, sir, there will be no problem with that bakery!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Yansheng glanced sharply at the ink painting, with a hint of subtle doubt in his tone: "Why are you so sure?"
Before Mo Hua could answer, Fu Yansheng turned to Mo Yi beside him and gave him an order: "By the way, check the boy selling mooncakes, maybe you can find something."
Mo Hua felt mixed emotions, she knew very well that the bakery was actually the young lady's private property, and those mooncakes were made by the young lady herself with ingenuity, so how could it be the culprit that hurt her own family?
However, the young lady did not want the outside world to know the true ownership of the shop. In order to protect the young lady's wish, Mo Hua chose to remain silent and just prayed silently in his heart that everything would be safe.
At this moment, the imperial physician and the world-famous Guan Zhongxian arrived almost at the same time. The two looked at each other and understood each other's worry and urgency without saying a word.
"Please take the pulse of the two young ladies." Fu Yansheng suppressed his inner anxiety and ordered in a deep voice.
After careful examination and discussion, the two highly skilled doctors came to the same horrifying conclusion.
"The two young ladies show obvious signs of poisoning!"
"Poisoned?" Fu Yansheng frowned, his heart was filled with anxiety. Who on earth was so bold as to attack the General's Mansion? Or was he the target behind this?
Guan Zhongxian looked solemn and said slowly, "That's right. Judging from the pulse, the poison in the two young ladies is very likely to be of the same origin."
The imperial physician nodded repeatedly, his voice sounding a little old: "I also have this judgment!"
The consistent diagnosis of the two major medical authorities made the whole incident more urgent and serious.
"Is there any way to detoxify?" Fu Yansheng's tone was filled with an urgency that could not be refused.
The imperial physician was embarrassed and shook his head: "Although I am proficient in medical theory, I am not good at detoxification.
Even if there is a good antidote, I am afraid that the two young ladies' bodies will not be able to hold out until that moment."
Guan Zhongxian groaned for a moment and whispered, "I dare not speak rashly, but I know a man who is very good at poison. If you can persuade him, maybe the two young ladies still have a chance to survive!"
"Tell me quickly, who is this person?" Fu Yansheng's tone was full of anxiety and expectation.
"The poison doctor Guo Yueshan lives in seclusion in Wuli Village outside the capital. However, his whereabouts are erratic and not easy to contact. If the Prime Minister can go there in person, there may be a glimmer of hope!"
Fu Yansheng nodded slightly, his expression determined: "Okay, I'll do it myself!"
Before leaving, he left an order to his attendants: "You must take good care of the young lady and the third young lady, and wait for me to bring back the antidote!"
After finishing his explanation, Fu Yansheng's figure quickly disappeared into the night and sped away towards the outskirts of the capital.
As night falls, Wuli Village on the outskirts of Beijing seems particularly peaceful, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the silence.
Fu Yansheng stood in front of a seemingly inconspicuous medicine house. After a moment, the door opened and a faint light came through.
"Excuse me, sir..."
Fu Yansheng did not exchange pleasantries, but stated his identity directly, concisely and forcefully: "I am the Prime Minister of the current dynasty, Fu Yansheng."
When the other party heard this, he was surprised and curious: "Prime Minister Fu came in person, so late at night, he must have something urgent to discuss, right?"