My years as a corpse seamstress in the East Factory

Chapter 76
At this time, we must go all the way to the dark, and there is no way out.

Yang Jiu raised her head and said confidently: "Queen of Heaven, can you let the little one feel the pulse of the emperor?"

Empress Wu was silent for a while, then slowly got up, lifted the curtain and came out.

Her beautiful face was full of exhaustion, her eyes were bloodshot, and there were even a little white silk on her temples.

"If you can't make the emperor wake up, you won't survive." Empress Wu said coldly.

Yang Jiu responded, got up and walked towards the dragon couch.

A bruise had already appeared on the emperor's face.

Those imperial doctors really couldn't see that the emperor was poisoned?
The emperor's pulse was intermittent, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, extremely weird.

The emperor had been poisoned into the lungs before, and there was no cure.

Now the situation is getting worse and worse, the emperor may find it difficult to survive tonight.

While feeling the pulse, Yang Jiu quickly went through the part about detoxification in the "Qing Nang Shu".

"Master Yang, when are you going to do it?" Empress Wu had a dark face, trying to suppress the anger in her heart.

Yang Jiu left the dragon bed, bowed and said, "Tianhou, Your Majesty is not sick, but poisoned."

"Bold." Empress Wu was furious.

The emperor's meals are all poisoned by eunuchs, how can they be poisoned?
"Yang Jiu, do you have evidence?" Wei Zhongxian stood up to smooth things over.

Yang Jiudao: "The emperor's face is blue and purple, which means that the poison has entered the lungs."

Empress Wu went to check, and indeed, as Yang Jiu said, bruises appeared on the emperor's yellowed face.

She opened the bed curtain, frowned and asked, "Can you detoxify?"

"The poison enters the lungs, there is no cure." Yang Jiu shook his head.

Empress Wu's complexion changed suddenly, and she said, "Eunuch Wei, hold back and die with a stick."

"Tianhou, although I can't cure the emperor's poison, I can save the emperor's life." Yang Jiu said quickly.

Empress Wu's face softened slightly, and she asked, "How long can it last?"

"One season." Yang Jiu chose to be conservative.

There is a set of acupuncture in "The Book of Green Sacs", which can force out the toxins in the lungs, and at the same time take medicine for conditioning, it can make the poisoned person live for half a year longer.

This method can only prolong life, but cannot completely remove the toxins in the lungs.

A season is three months.

The end of the new year is approaching, and three months later, it will be a good time for spring and flowers to bloom.

enough.

Empress Wu quickly made a decision to let Yang Jiu try.

The imperial hospital is helpless, the emperor will never live until dawn, since Yang Jiu said that there is a way to extend the emperor's life for another season, then let the dead horse be a living horse doctor.

The maid quickly brought the silver needles Yang Jiu needed.

Empress Wu and Wei Zhongxian stood by, quietly watching Yang Jiu apply the needle.

Yang Jiu began to apply needles from the feet, and slowly went upwards. In an instant, the emperor's naked body was filled with silver needles.

Empress Wu couldn't bear to see that scene.

Every stitch is like piercing a dead body.

The emperor was so afraid of pain that he didn't even frown.

"Do you want to prick your face?" Empress Wu couldn't help asking when she saw that Yang Jiu was about to inject a needle into the emperor's face.

Yang Jiudao: "Queen of Heaven, now is the key."

Empress Wu's hands were tightly squeezed together, and beads of sweat could be seen faintly oozing from her forehead.

Yang Jiu stabbed 32 needles in the emperor's head.

When she picked up another silver needle, Yang Jiu's hands trembled slightly, and her back was already wet with cold sweat.

There is only one last stitch left.

This needle will determine his life and death.

Although he is very confident in his martial arts, his hope of breaking out of the palace is slim.

After he was captured, even though he was protected by the magic iron shirt and the door was hidden, if he was not given food, wouldn't he be starved to death?
Burning, flooding, burying, and killing a person who knows how to use iron cloth shirts, there are still many ways.

After hesitating again and again, Yang Jiu took a deep breath, and slowly inserted the silver needle into the emperor's Baihui acupoint.

"Ahem..." The sleeping emperor coughed violently.

Empress Wu hurriedly helped the emperor up and asked, "Your Majesty, how do you feel?"

"puff……"

The emperor, who was coughing violently, opened his mouth suddenly and spat out a big mouthful of blood.

Blood fell onto the embroidered quilt and onto the ground, black as ink.

More black blood flowed out from the emperor's mouth, and even sprayed all over Empress Wu's body.

Seeing the emperor's appearance, Empress Wu was extremely angry, and shouted: "Wei Zhongxian, drag Yang Jiu down and behead him."

"Tianhou, the emperor spits out poisonous blood." Wei Zhongxian explained for Yang Jiu.

After spitting out the poisonous blood, the emperor's condition will improve.

Empress Wu fetched a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped off the black blood from the corner of the emperor's mouth.

"I...much better." The emperor forced a smile, and the bruises on his face were fading.

With tears in her eyes, Empress Wu choked up and said, "Your Majesty, my concubine thinks... thinks..."

The emperor patted Empress Wu on the back lightly, and said with a smile, "I feel very good."

Ever since the emperor ate the dog whip and showed his supernatural power, he has never been so energetic.

"Yang Jiu, what reward do you want?" The emperor looked at Yang Jiu with a smile.

Even if Yang Jiu proposes to be prime minister, the emperor is willing to let Yang Jiu have a good time.

Wei Zhongxian said with a smile: "Master Yang, if you want anything, just say it."

The emperor doesn't like people who beat around the bush.

Yang Jiu knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, I want a gold medal to avoid death."

The emperor was stunned.

Empress Wu was surprised.

Even Wei Zhongxian was quite surprised.

This time Yang Jiu made such a great contribution, but only this little reward?

"Have you thought about it, Ai Qing?" the emperor asked again.

Yang Jiu said: "Think it over."

The emperor immediately fulfilled Yang Jiu's wish and asked Wei Zhongxian to award Yang Jiu a gold medal to avoid death.

Yang Jiu's move left a way out for himself.

Compared with high-ranking officials and rich salary, living is undoubtedly more important.

Seeing Yang Jiu coming out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the imperial physicians kneeling in the courtyard raised their heads one after another.

Their eyes were full of puzzlement, no one thought that Yang Jiu could walk out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation by himself.

After all, they were all thrown out, and their old arms and legs were almost broken.

Yang Jiu nodded slightly at Li Xinghe, then left in a hurry.

Li Xinghe breathed a sigh of relief, unexpectedly, Yang Jiu solved the trouble by himself, which is not bad, it saves him from going to kneel down to wipe his tears and snot from his nose to act.

Back at the corpse shop, Yang Jiu was lying on the cold couch, playing with the gold medal for avoiding death.

He is not interested in high-ranking officials and rich salaries, but with this gold medal for avoiding death in his arms, he can sew corpses with more peace of mind in the future.

What he is most worried about now is that an imperial decree will come after dawn, and he will be transferred directly to the imperial hospital.

Healing diseases and saving lives is not as interesting as sewing corpses.

The next day there were fine snow particles floating in the sky.

The wind was frighteningly cold.

Gan Sisi has been making less buns recently, as long as she can make ends meet.

But the steamed stuffed bun for Yang Jiu must not miss one.

"Brother Jiu, I figured it out, I'm not made to be a hero." When eating steamed buns with Yang Jiu, Gan Sisi lowered her head and her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Yang Jiu laughed, and said, "Yumu's brain sometimes opens up."

"Hmph, you just know how to make fun of me." Gan Sijiao scoffed.

After eating the last bun, Yang Jiu said with a smile: "You sell buns, occasionally go to Jiuxian Tower to sing songs, I sew corpses, occasionally go to Yamen to receive rewards, our little days can still be prosperous. "

"Who wants to live a happy life with you." Gan Sisi blushed and ran away.

You are so familiar, yet you are so easily shy?
After nightfall, the Dongchang corpse shop is very quiet.

It seems that none of the morticians will distribute corpses tonight.

Yang Jiu watched the stars outside the door for a while, and was about to pack up and go to Yan Luo Hall, but saw a figure staggering towards him in the distance.

Thanks to 彡Bian, book friend 20200425162006111, Gu Xiuyang, and the prodigal son who chased the sun for their monthly support.

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(End of this chapter)