The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1202: Chapter 1198: Xiao Qingyu Poisoned and Injured

Chu Heng, with Chu Yihan’s support, could not be bullied by anyone.

But Rong Xi…

Su Yingxue always felt that she was missing something.

“A pity is better than driving her mad, right? Do you really want to see Chu Yifeng raise a daughter as insane as her, who will eventually bring disaster upon so many people? Haven’t you had enough of the resentment echoing throughout Jiang Du City, despite being the empress?” Rong Sheng’s tone was harsher than usual, and even contained an unreasonable surge of hostility.

Su Yingxue was taken aback, “Sister, what you’re saying…”

It was too severe and didn’t sound like something she would normally say.

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Su Yingxue looked at Rong Sheng with pity, always believing that the woman before her was as calm and composed as a fairy, deserving of admiration at all times.

Rong Sheng realized her own lapse and took a couple of deep breaths. After composing herself, she calmly said, “I was too heated.”

Su Yingxue sensed that Rong Sheng was not in a good state. She cared a lot about Rong Xi, after all, it was Rong Sheng’s daughter. She wanted to go back and check on her with Rong Sheng.

But Rong Sheng declined gently, “Let her calm down properly. The more she encounters strangers, the stronger her urge to find Chu Yifeng will become.”

And it was time for her to compose her mind and attend to her proper duties as a doctor.

Through the window connecting the back hall and the treatment room, the anxious voice of the clinic assistant, Xiao Xie, could be heard, “Doctor Rong, there is an emergency patient who has been poisoned and injured, please come quickly!”

Rong Sheng stood up, “Bring him in, I’ll be right there.”

Since Su Yingxue was also a doctor, Rong Sheng did not avoid her when treating patients.

However, both of them were surprised upon seeing the patient who was carried in.

“Xiao Qingyu?”

“Xiao Qingyu?”

The two spoke simultaneously as the man lying on the sickbed, barely clinging to life, was forced to open his eyes.

Recognizing the scene before him, he instinctively tried to rise, “Your Majesty…”

He needed to pay his respects to Su Yingxue.

Su Yingxue pressed him back down, “Don’t move! Your poisoning and injuries are no light matter; I do not wish for your last bow to be to me.”

A brush with death.

With a cough, Xiao Qingyu spat out another mouthful of poisonous blood.

Rong Sheng immediately undid his clothes, inserting three silver needles into his chest to seal his heart meridian and prevent the poison from spreading.

Su Yingxue assisted Rong Sheng while Rong Sheng treated the poisoning and she took care of the external injuries.

While tending to Xiao Qingyu’s wounds, Su Yingxue was surprised to find that this seventh young master of the Xiao family had a complicated past. Despite being born to privilege, his body bore many old and recent scars. Furthermore, given how he was brought in poisoned without a trace of panic, it was clear this was not his first encounter with poison.

Young in age, but not in experiences.

Such people were becoming all too common…

Su Yingxue stayed busy until late, assisting Rong Sheng. Xiao Qingyu’s life was saved, but Rong Sheng had operated on him, requiring stitches, and the effects of the anesthetic had not yet worn off, meaning he had to stay at the clinic for observation.

Su Yingxue asked Xiao Xie to send a message to Song Garden, saying she would return home late. She intended to stay the night to support Rong Sheng, especially since Xiao Qingyu was from the Xiao family, and her own Miaomiao was still there.

She had to keep a closer eye on someone from the Xiao family.

Rong Sheng needed to go back to take care of Rong Xi, so she entrusted Xiao Qingyu to Su Yingxue’s care, saying, “I’ll be back in half an hour. If you notice anything wrong with him, take action immediately. I have no doubts about your medical skills.”

As a medical scholar from the same era as her mother, Su Yingxue was pleased to receive such high praise from Rong Sheng and smiled, “Rest easy. In our hands, even the King of the Underworld would find it difficult to claim a soul.”