Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

"I have carefully analyzed and compared it. Everyone's poison is different, and the attack time is different. The pain they endure is also different, and some people even have no attacks."

"How can you be sure that he was poisoned if he has never had an attack?"

"I have collected an encyclopedia of poisons, which records the characteristics of most poisons in detail. I only think so if they are consistent with it."

Qingyun tapped her nails on the table and looked into the distance, her pupils filled with thoughts. The more secretive one is, the greater the suspicion will be. This was also very different from the people she usually saw.

"What does your Gu look like?".

If Yan Qin'ao wants to gain her trust, he must be sincere.

Yan Qin'ao did not hesitate and said softly: "Thousands of snakes. It consists of a small snake as thin as a hair and lives in the host's body. It grows for a fixed period of time until it fills the entire host's body, and the host becomes an empty shell and dies." .

He spoke very softly, with no ups and downs in his tone. It was obviously a very painful thing to say, but it seemed to have nothing to do with him.

Compared with Yan Siyuan's Zimu Gu, which hurts like menstruation, Yan Qin'ao's Ten Thousand Snake Gu seems to be more serious.

Qingyun glanced at him and said, "Don't be so calm and relaxed. You say it as if it's easy."

Yan Qin'ao finally had some reaction and put a smile on his face. "The princess is really different from others. Don't you think I am pitiful?"

He had also trusted others to tell the story. All he got was pity and a useless pitiful heart.

"There are many pitiful people in the world, but you are one of them. I am not a Bodhisattva who pities all living beings. Everyone is pitiful."

"Has your poison been cured?".

"Not yet, but I have found a way to suppress it."

"If you are willing to tell me this, you probably want me to remove the poison for you."

"The little princess is really smart, I can't hide anything from you."

"As you can see, I can only suppress it for now, but I can't release it yet."

"I know, so I won't put pressure on the princess. Just do your best, and let God do the rest."

"So, let's look at the legs first."

"Princess, are you willing to help me?".

Yan Qin'ao was a little surprised. He thought that even if he told everything, Qingyun might not help him. And he just gave it a try with a sense of luck.

"There are so many poor people in the world, and one less than you would be a big loss. But with you alone, you can save more poor people in the world."

She believed in Yan Qin'ao's ability. If his legs healed, he would most likely be the next new emperor.

Yan Qin'ao supported the stone table, used his arms to push himself up from the wheelchair, and knelt on the ground with weak knees.

Facing Qingyun, "Yan Shen, I hereby promise that no matter whether Qingyun can save me or Shuihuo, I am willing to do my best to save more poor people."

Yan Qin'ao, the only word in his name is "Shen". His biological mother took him when he was ten years old.

Qingyun is indeed not a Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva just looks at her with pity and doesn't ask any questions. Qingyun didn't even look at it and started directly. Maybe she doesn't have great power, but she still wants to save more people.

Qingyun just sat there without helping him, and accepted Yan Qin'ao's kneeling. Since she was willing to save him, she could afford Yan Qin'ao's worship.

It wasn't until Yan Qin'ao sat back down that Qingyun asked, "Is it safe here?"

"Safe, my people are nearby."

"Okay then, let's start with the simplest one first."

Qingyun stood up, stretched and looked at Yan Qin'ao's legs. The poison is difficult to cure, so let’s start with the simple one.

"Do I need to prepare anything in advance?".

"With a pair of silver needles, I need another person to help me."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone came quietly. He was holding a medicine box in his hand.

"This is what you want. His name is Yu Chuan. If you need anything, just give him instructions."

Qingyun nodded, squatted at Yan Qin'ao's feet, and took away the thin blanket covering Yan Qin'ao's legs.

"Take off his clothes and expose his whole legs."

Although there were no men or women in front of the doctor, she still wasn't very good at lifting men's clothes.

Yu Chuan was very obedient and stepped forward to strip Yan Qin'ao's lower body clean.

Yan Qin'ao's legs were always covered tightly, and basically nothing could be seen. Now that he was directly exposed to Qing, he could clearly see the seriousness of his injuries.

His injuries were mainly in his calf and one-third of his thigh. His legs were very thin, so thin that they were almost skinny, which formed a sharp contrast with his upper body.

His skin color is very dark, and in addition to some small scars, there is also a scar nearly twenty centimeters long on his leg. That should be the reason why his legs became like this.

Yan Qin'ao said apologetically: "It's such a pity that I have stained the princess's eyes."

Many times, when he saw his legs, he would have the urge to chop them off.

Qingyun just frowned and observed, as if she didn't hear what he said. She looked up at Yan Qin'ao and said, "I'm sorry."

Before Yan Qin'ao could react, Qingyun stretched out her hand. The surface is wrinkled when lightly touched, without any moisture or elasticity.

If you touch other parts, you can even touch the bones directly. Qingyun looked at the veins on his legs that had popped out and turned black. She pressed hard but couldn't hold it down.

He raised his head and asked Yan Qin'ao, "Do you feel it?"

Yan Qin'ao shook his head. He only saw Qingyun touching it, but he didn't feel it at all.

Seeing the sharp contrast between Qingyun's hands and his calves, he was a little afraid to look at Qingyun.

Qingyun continued to observe and said: "If you hate it yourself, then there is really no need for it to exist."

Yan Qin'ao was shocked. He felt that Qingyun's words might indicate that his leg could not be cured. Although I have been mentally prepared for it, I still have some expectations.

"It doesn't matter, I know the princess has tried her best."

Seeing Yan Qin'ao's uncontrollable disappointment, Qingyun pinched his thigh, and Yan Qin'ao gasped in pain.

"I didn't say it couldn't be cured."

Yan Qin'ao's face was twisted in pain, and he couldn't restrain his joy when he heard Qingyun's words, which made his face look a little strange.

"The princess means that it can be cured?"

He still couldn't believe it and wanted to confirm it again. He had been disappointed too many times.

"It can be cured, it just takes time."

"for how long?".

Qingyun stretched out her hand and gestured "one year".

"it is good".

He has been waiting for too many years, and this short year is nothing to him. At first, he thought it would take three to five years.

"After preparing what I want, I can start the first acupuncture."

"Okay, you tell me, Yu Chuan will take note."

Qingyun talked about a lot of things, except for some tonic medicines, which were medicines for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. Moreover, I ordered several sets of silver needles, and Yu Chuan wrote them all down one by one.

By the time Qingyun returned to her residence, it was already very late. Qing Xiao was sitting in her yard waiting for her.

Seeing Qingyun coming back, she asked casually: "Are you dead?".

Qingyun sat across from Qingxiao, and Qingxiao poured her a glass of water. As soon as Qingyun took a sip of water, Yan Siyuan jumped down from the roof and walked to Qing Xiao.

He grabbed the cup from his hand, drank it all in one gulp, and said, "I'm not dead, I'm fine."

"That's really disappointing." Qing Xiao had a disappointed expression on his face and shook his head in cooperation.

Qingyun looked at Yan Siyuan who had already sat down and asked: "Has your internal strength recovered?".

"It has been restored and is now ready for use."