Chapter 883 The Real Young Master vs the Fake Daughter 25

Xihe's eyes narrowed: "Song Mo?"

Behind the overlapping curtains, a man pushed a wheelchair and walked out with a smile on his face: "Second sister, long time no see."

Xihe: "..."

Looking at the prince whose condition was gradually stabilizing on the bed, and Song Mo who was looking at him with great interest, Xihe was rarely silent.

So, why is this guy here?

Xiao Wu quickly got up to stand in front of Song Mo, staring at Xihe vigilantly.

Xihe glanced at him, and after a brief silence, she walked up to the prince, took out the silver needle by herself, and began to administer the needle.

Xiao Wu was in a hurry: "Master!"

Song Mo raised his hand, and pushed the wheelchair forward by himself: "I didn't expect the second sister to know medicine?"

Xihe frowned intently, ignored him, and Song Mo didn't care. He continued to talk to himself, even poked his head to look carefully, and then nodded: "So it can be like this, why didn't I think of it? Second sister, you are amazing! "

The crown prince was hit by an arrow in the chest, but the most serious thing was the poison on the arrow.

The poison is highly toxic, and it began to spread rapidly as soon as it entered the body. The imperial doctors were helpless and went to the next yard to discuss.

Although Song Mo has superb medical skills, he only managed to temporarily control the disease, and could not completely solve it.

The sweat on Xihe's forehead dripped drop by drop, Song Mo raised his sleeve to wipe it for her, Xihe paused, and looked up at him.

Song Mo pursed his lips and smiled: "Second sister, concentrate on it, whether the prince can live or not depends on you."

Xihe glanced at him lightly, lowered her head and continued to give acupuncture.

The whole room was silent, there were soldiers patrolling outside the courtyard from time to time, the sky was dark, Xiangguo Temple was extremely silent, but the imperial city was plunged into panic and noise.

The city was full of armor, and the assassins were being searched everywhere, and every household exclaimed.

In the small courtyard of Jiang's family, Mr. Jiang was running around in a hurry. When he heard the knock on the door, he jumped up and ran to open the door: "Did you find someone?"

Looking behind him with the probe, it was empty.

Immediately, he slapped his thigh and lamented: "Where did you go, this damn girl! It's really worrying."

Song Yu frowned tightly, but still tried to comfort him: "Grandfather, don't worry, and stay at home with peace of mind, I'll look for it again, Yue'er is clever and nothing will happen."

As he spoke, he turned around and entered the night again with his saber.

Mr. Jiang hurried to catch up: "You have to be careful yourself, don't have any accidents." As he walked away, his old face was very worried.

Mrs. Xu wiped her tears with her sleeve, and kept muttering that she was all to blame.

At Xiangguo Temple, Xihe took off the silver needles one by one, put them in a box and put them away, then turned to look at Song Mo: "Why is elder brother here?"

Originally, his sudden return to the capital had aroused suspicion, but now he came here to treat the prince.

Could it be... Xihe stared at him suspiciously.

Song Mo took a cup of hot tea and handed it over, but Xihe didn't pick it up, and looked at him expressionlessly. Song Mo raised his eyebrows and put it down: "Of course I see the prince is in danger, so I come to help, isn't the second sister?"

Xihe: "..."

Of course she is, but the question is, you, a person without official position, what qualifications do you have to enter the Spring Terrace and find out that the crown prince was assassinated? That being the case, that is to get the news in advance.

And where did he get this news?

Xihe narrowed her eyes slightly, and said, "Of course I..."

Bang——

"Doctor Zhang, please."

The courtyard door opened, and a series of footsteps sounded from far to near.

The two looked at each other, Song Mo's face became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Little Wu!" With a sound of "offended", he pulled Xi He into his arms, and Xiao Wu quickly stepped forward to push the wheelchair into the curtain behind the bed curtain.

Xihe's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she thought to herself, you just hide here and it's over?

The next second, I saw Song Mo pressed somewhere, and there was a slight sound from the floor, and the three of them fell straight into the hole with their wheelchair.

Feeling weightless, Xihe subconsciously closed her eyes.

With a muffled groan, the man moaned in pain: "Second sister, spare me~" Xihe blushed, got up quickly, and looked around, only to find that she was in a cave.

A dark cave with oil lamps on the walls and a tunnel extending into the depths.

Xihe turned her head, Song Mo was helped up by Xiao Wu, turned to look at her, and said with a smile in his voice, "Second Sister, let's go?"

The place where I fell just now was covered with thick mats, and there was no pain at all. This person did it on purpose.

Xihe glanced at him and looked at the board above.

At this time, there were footsteps above the floor, as well as the exclamation of the eunuchs, followed by a messy noise.

Xihe guessed that he should have discovered that the waiter in the house had fainted.

The person has been treated, the poison on the prince's body has basically been wiped out, and she has even healed the wound on his chest, and the next thing is the prince's party.

Xihe turned around and followed Song Mo. If this couldn't save his life, it would be too useless.

Along the way, Song Mo was like a canal with its gates turned on, chattering non-stop, which didn't match his taciturn persona at the beginning.

Out of the tunnel, it is a small farmyard.

Song Mo: "It's late at night, and the city is already in chaos. Why don't the second sister stay in the yard for one night and go back tomorrow?"

Xihe shook her head: "No need, Grandpa will be worried."

Song Mo stopped talking, and just nodded to Xiao Wu, asking him to escort him back safely.

The small courtyard was small, surrounded by a few guards in black. The man was sitting in a wheelchair with a smile on his lips. Behind him was a thatched cottage standing quietly.

Xihe took two steps, stopped, and looked at his legs hesitantly: "Your legs..."

Since medical skills are so good, why don't you heal your own leg?

Song Mo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and patted his unconscious leg: "The root cause of the disease that fell from childhood, twenty years, can't be cured."

"However, if it's the second younger sister, there may be a chance."

Looking at Xihe, she smiled without saying a word.

Xihe suddenly felt it was funny, and thought carefully about him.

She walked over and squatted down, saying, "Do you mind if I lift up the trouser legs?" She had already lifted up the trouser legs to check the condition of her calves carefully.

Muscle atrophy, touched, but also no sense of feeling.

Song Mo let her move, with a gentle smile on his face, and answered whatever she asked. Finally, Xihe put down her trouser legs and stood up: "Nerve damage, even if it can be cured, it will not happen overnight. You have to be careful about it." Prepare."

Xiao Wu was the first to exclaim: "Can it really be cured?"

The attendants next to him also looked excited, staring at Xihe nervously, Xihe looked at Song Mo, the man's face remained motionless, but his fingertips turned white with the hand holding the folding fan.

Xihe nodded: "I'm 80% sure."

Several attendants looked at each other, flushed with excitement, and finally stepped forward and bowed down: "I beg the second girl to cure my master's leg! From now on, you will be our brother's great benefactor, but if you have an assignment, don't dare to refuse!"

Xihe waved her hand and only made an appointment with Song Mo for a treatment time.