Lin Feilu knelt down beside him. She didn’t complain about the filth even though his vomit was practically all over her. She hurriedly asked Meng Fuji, “Is he fine now? Is everything okay?”

Meng Fuji shook his head calmly and continued to puncture the Eldest Imperial Prince’s acupoints with silver needles. Lin Feilu stared at him, not daring to let out a sound within the silent atmosphere. The servant quickly brought hot water and salt water in as Meng Fuji added some medicine to the water. Then, he poured it into Lin Ting’s mouth again and forced him to vomit.

Lin Feilu watched it for a long time and thought that this was probably the ancient version of gastric lavage.

Lin Ting vomited approximately five times. Finally, Meng Fuji asked Lin Feilu to help him lie down. They untied his shirt and the imperial doctor once again stabbed silver needles all over his acupuncture points.

At this time, the servants in the residence finally knew what happened. Such a thing had happened to His Highness King Qi under their care, so everyone was so frightened to the point where their faces turned pale. After Meng Fuji finished piercing the silver needle into his final acupuncture point, he walked over to the table and wrote down a prescription, explaining that they would immediately have to prepare the medicine.

Lin Feilu sat beside the bed. Every few seconds, she stretched out her fingers to check on Lin Ting’s breathing.

Although it was weak, it was still there. Only then did she feel like she could breathe normally. Meng Fuji came over to change the needles and said to her, “Princess, go and change your clothes. His Highness King Qi is fine for the time being.”

Lin Feilu asked expectantly, “Is he all right? Will he wake up?”

Meng Fuji shook his head, “I can’t say— the Fengli grass is too poisonous. If we were even a moment later, we might not have been able to save His Highness King Qi. All I can do now is keep his pulse steady. The poison has penetrated into the body, but this humble doctor does not know if His Highness will be able to wake up.”

Lin Feilu looked at the pale boy on the bed. Thinking of the relieved smile that was plastered on his mouth when she had rushed in just now, her heart felt uncomfortable as if a needle was piercing her heart.

After that unbearable heartbreak was anger.

She got up and walked out the door as the servants outside the hospital knelt on the ground. Lin Feilu said to the steward with a blank face, “Send someone into the palace to tell Father Emperor and Noble Consort Ruan about this.”

The steward responded quickly.

She followed a maid to change her clothes before she went back to the bed to guard her brother.

After half an hour, there were loud voices coming from the courtyard’s exterior. It was Emperor Lin who came with Noble Consort Ruan and a group of imperial doctors.

As soon as she entered the room and saw Lin Ting on the bed, Noble Consort Ruan screamed and rushed over, holding her son’s hand as she sobbed.

Emperor Lin’s face was also very unsightly. The servants who entered the Emperor’s palace had already reported the whole matter truthfully, so he naturally knew what had transpired. He walked over and looked at the unconscious Lin Ting before he turned and asked Meng Fuji, “Is King Qi’s poison cleared?”

Meng Fuji gave the Emperor the same answer he gave Lin Feilu.

The imperial doctors who came along heard that it was caused by Fengli grass and they all discussed it. After seeing the prescription prescribed by Meng Fuji, they added a few more herbs and gathered them together to study the detoxification methods.

Emperor Lin sighed and patted Lin Feilu’s hand, “Today, he’s fine thanks to the Little Fifth Princess.”

Lin Feilu shook her head silently.