On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 1962 Cause of the Disease

The night was as dark as ink, splashing on the green bricks and black tiles in the yard.

Su Zhenhai walked towards his residence under the moonlight, and the evening breeze, carrying the warm breeze of the summer night, brushed past his ears.

He had just raised his hand to straighten his clothes when he suddenly heard a soft rustling sound coming from the corner of the courtyard wall - the sound was very faint, like dead leaves being blown by the night wind.

Years of experience made Su Zhenhai's nerves tense instantly. He paused and continued walking forward as if pretending not to notice, but the corner of his eye was fixed on the source of the sound.

But in an instant, a black shadow rushed out from behind the wall like a ghost, so fast that only a blurry afterimage was left.

Su Zhenhai turned around, but before he could draw his weapon, he felt a sharp pain in his right arm, as if a thin needle had pierced his flesh. This was followed by a numb and sore feeling that crawled up along his meridians.

"Looking for death!" Su Zhenhai growled, and his left hand suddenly reached for the soft sword at his waist, but the black shadow did not want to fight. After seeing that he had succeeded, he immediately turned around and rushed towards the roof.

The tiles made a slight "crackling" sound when they were stepped on. Su Zhenhai endured the numbness and pain in his arms, jumped up on the tiptoes, and chased towards the roof like an eagle.

But when he stood still on the tiles and glanced at the surrounding roofs, the black shadow had already disappeared.

Su Zhenhai looked down at his right arm. A dark red color had seeped through the dark fabric. The numbness and pain in the wound became more and more severe, and there was also a hint of strange coolness.

He frowned, picked up a little of the seeping blood with his fingertips and sniffed it. He only smelled a very faint fishy smell, but could not tell what kind of poison it was.

Su Zhenhai glanced at the night sky and thought that it was not appropriate to make a fuss at this time. It was almost the fifteenth day of the lunar month, so it was better to keep quiet.

Su Zhenhai gritted his teeth, turned over and jumped off the roof, then slipped back to his room quietly.

He closed the doors and windows, and in the dim light of the oil lamp on the table, carefully tore open the clothes on his right arm.

There was only a tiny pinhole left on the skin, and the surrounding skin had turned a light purple-blue color and was slightly swollen.

He took out the medicine, pricked the wound with a silver needle to squeeze out some black blood, then applied hemostatic and detoxifying ointment, and finally wrapped it tightly with white cloth strips until the wound was covered tightly. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Yan Ruyu woke up at daybreak. She had not slept well the night before. She had just washed up and was playing with the mynah bird in the space when the abbot called.

As soon as Yan Ruyu picked up the phone, the abbot's voice came quickly.

"Ruyu, I asked Doctor Cao early in the morning."

Yan Ruyu paused: "What do you mean?"

The abbot said solemnly, "Doctor Cao said that the poison in Su Jingzhuo's body is quite strange. He couldn't identify its specific nature at the moment. However, he did think of a few acupuncture points that might be able to alleviate the toxicity. I've written them down and will tell you about them."

Yan Ruyu wrote down the acupuncture points, and the abbot said, "Also, Miaomiao does have some ideas."

Hope ignited in Yan Ruyu's heart again: "Speak."

The abbot cleared his throat, and the sound of shuffling papers could be heard: "He said that he had heard the old men in the village talk about a kind of poison called 'Shape-Transforming Gu'.

Once this poison enters the body, it will slowly change a person's skin. Some will grow fine hair, and some will even develop scales. It's very similar to the symptoms you described before!"

"Really?" Yan Ruyu frowned. "'Shape-changing Gu'? Does he have a way to cure it?"

The abbot said, "He said he had it, and he happened to have the prepared medicine on hand, so he was 70% to 80% sure."

Yan Ruyu understands Miaomiao. He is a man of few words but always keeps his promises. He never says too much.

It's said to be 70% to 80% chance, which means there is basically hope.

"Well, tell Song Ping immediately and have him send someone to deliver the antidote to the 'Shape-Transforming Gu' as soon as possible!"

Yan Ruyu exited the space and saw that Huo Changhe had already gotten up and was in the yard. She also got out of bed and went to tell him the good news.

Huo Changhe heard this and breathed a sigh of relief: "At least there is still hope."

The two turned their attention to the few drops of blood on the ground.

Just as he was about to speak, Su Zhenhai came with Su Shengsheng.

"Doctor, how is my brother?" Su Shengsheng asked as soon as he entered the door.

"He's still sleeping. I'll boil some medicine later and give him acupuncture today. He'll feel better."

Yan Ruyu said it calmly, but to Su Zhenhai and Su Shengsheng, it was great news.

The two hurried into the room and saw Su Jingzhuo lying on the bed with a pale face.

Although his complexion still didn't look good and the scales hadn't faded away, his breathing was indeed deeper and steadier.

It's a sign of improvement.

Su Shengsheng couldn't help but have red eyes: "Brother, you have to get better soon."

Su Zhenhai stood aside, his eyes fixed on Su Jingzhuo's skin which had a strange luster. His throat rolled slightly, and his eyes were filled with worry.

Huo Changhe was right next to him. He raised his nose and sniffed lightly. A faint smell of blood mixed with the smell of medicine drifted into his nostrils.

Huo Changhe's eyebrows twitched slightly, and suspicion flashed across his eyes.

Could it be... that the assassin who came last night was him?

He walked forward two steps calmly, his eyes seemed to glance at Su Zhenhai's right arm inadvertently, turned around to pick up the teacup, and seemed to bump into Su Zhenhai inadvertently, just on his right arm.

Su Zhenhai gasped, his body swayed almost imperceptibly, and his right hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning blue and white.

His brows furrowed instantly and he clenched his back teeth.

"Sorry!" Huo Changhe immediately reached out to help. "It was my fault. Is Su Chengshi okay?"

Su Zhenhai quickly turned sideways to avoid his hand, and the pain on his face quickly disappeared.

"fine."

He managed a smile—but it was too stiff.

Su Zhenhai looked at Yan Ruyu and said, "Doctor, do you need any more medicine today? If you need anything, just tell me."

Yan Ruyu acted as if nothing had happened: "No need, I still have the medicine from yesterday, and I won't change the prescription for the next two days."

As they were talking, Su Jingzhuo woke up again, and Su Zhenhai and Su Shengsheng became visibly nervous.

Yan Ruyu signaled Huo Changhe to come forward and prepare. She took out a silver needle and pierced several corresponding acupuncture points according to the information sent by the abbot.

Su Jingzhuo opened his eyes slightly, his eyes were not as red as before, but his eyes were still cold.

His breathing became heavy again and he wanted to struggle, but Yan Ruyu's silver ingot penetrated him more and more, and his rage gradually died down.

Su Shengsheng showed joy on his face, and his eyes lit up as he looked at Yan Ruyu's profile.

Huo Changhe blocked her view without leaving any trace.

Yan Ruyu didn't notice the two people's little movements and gave the acupuncture quickly.

After the last injection, Su Jingzhuo stood still, his eyes no longer blinking, staring straight at the roof.

Yan Ruyu's heart sank - time was running out, and she hadn't had time to try it first. Could it be... that something went wrong with the acupuncture?

She is better at Western medicine and only has a rudimentary understanding of Chinese medicine. Later, she became more familiar with it after communicating with military doctors Cao and Sun Chuchu.

Yan Ruyu took out a bag of dried fruit and handed it to Su Shengsheng: "Miss Su, find someone to boil this in water."

"Envoy from Su City, please prepare some porridge."

We have to get those people out of here first.