Shock! The maid in the Marquis's mansion gave birth to the eldest son of the prince

"What happened? How could the prince faint?" Mo Yan was frightened and at a loss as to what to do when he saw the unconscious Pei Jin.

"Don't you have medicinal wine? Give it to me quickly?" Xuan Bai said hurriedly when he saw that he was at a loss.

"No, the prince said that unless it is absolutely necessary, he must not be given this medicinal wine to drink." Mo Yan shook his head and said.

"If you don't give him drink, can you afford it if something happens?" Xuan Bai approached Mo Yan and was about to search his body.

"You..." Mo Yan shouted, "Maybe the prince is tired. There is only a little medicinal wine left. If you drink it all, there will be no more."

"Why don't we ask a doctor to take a look for the master first?" Black Hawk saw that they were not convinced by each other for a while, so he said quickly, "If there is a capable doctor, let him take a look at what the ingredients in this medicinal wine are. Can he prepare another bottle for us?"

"What you said does make sense." Mo Yan nodded repeatedly, "Jiangyin Prefecture is not far from Qingcheng Mountain. Why not ask the old Taoist priest from Qingfeng Temple to take a look for my son? He and my son have a close relationship in private."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I'll bring him here right now." Xuan Bai frowned and said, "The master is too careless about his own body. He has had several attacks, but he doesn't take it seriously."

"My young master has so many troubles to deal with that he is really too busy to take care of himself. Besides, isn't it because he is exhausted from not finding Miss Su and the young master that he can't take care of his own health?" Mo Yan sighed, his eyes a little wet.

"You'd better go and come back quickly. I'm here." Black Hawk said to Xuan Bai with a worried look on his face, "Take the prince's token with you. If the old Taoist priest with the big nose refuses to come, it will delay things."

Xuan Bai followed Pei Jin's instructions, untied the jade pendant, and hurried out the door.

"An'er... An..." Pei Jin, who was in a coma, suddenly uttered a few mumbling words, which made everyone feel sad.

"I'll go find a reliable doctor to check on the prince first." Tong Shu said in a low voice, "Jiangyin Prefecture is so wealthy, there must be a famous doctor. I'll go ask around."

"Okay, I'll accompany the prince, you go quickly and come back soon." Mo Yan nodded repeatedly.

After he wiped Pei Jin's body and cleansed his face for more than half an hour, Tong Shu brought an old man with white hair and beard into the inn room.

"Doctor Wu, please take a look at our young master. He has fainted." Tong Shu led him to stand beside Pei Jin's couch.

Doctor Wu looked at Pei Jin's face, then reached out his hand to feel his breath, and looked into his eyes.

"Doctor Wu, our young master..." Mo Yan was about to ask, but was stopped by Doctor Wu's stern look.

He sat down on the bed, stretched out two fingers and pressed on Pei Jin's wrist, and after a while he changed his hand.

After a while, he shook his head and said, "I can't treat this disease."

"Doctor Wu, you are a famous doctor in Jiangyin Prefecture. If you push our son away, then our young master will be hopeless!" Tong Shu grabbed Doctor Wu's sleeve and started crying with tears and snot.

"Young man," Doctor Wu pulled his sleeve out of his hand and said attentively, "Your young master's illness didn't come on suddenly. Has he been having headaches for a long time? Has he been rolling on the ground when it hurts?"

"Yes, yes, Doctor Wu, I said you are a miracle doctor." Tong Shu nodded repeatedly and said, "Since you know his condition, I beg you to save him."

"Well, to be honest, I want to save people, but..." Doctor Wu shook his head helplessly, sighed and said, "I know your son is a noble man, but this sudden fainting seems to be..."

"Doctor Wu, please just say what you want to say." Mo Yan looked at Pei Jin, who was lying on the couch with his eyes closed and a gloomy face. He was extremely anxious and interrupted Doctor Wu and asked.

"This... Your young master must have a very fine diet, and he usually has someone to serve him. But his pulse is a little strange, as if he has taken some kind of medicine, which has accumulated over time, and finally..." Doctor Wu stroked his snow-white beard, frowned, and said hesitantly.

Having lived for most of his life, he naturally knew that many children of wealthy and aristocratic families had some quirks, and these things were often not something that could be discussed openly.

Mo Yan's heart sank when he heard this. To be honest, ever since the prince's headaches started to occur frequently, he had been a little confused. He always felt that there was some poison in the prince's body. But the last time the prince had a high fever, the imperial physician in the palace did not say that the prince had any signs of poisoning. He only said that the prince had to take good care of himself, otherwise the poison from the arrow he had been poisoned with would recur.

"Doctor Wu, to be honest with you, my son once fought on the battlefield in the northern border and was shot in the leg by a poisoned arrow. Do you think it could be a relapse of the poison?" Mo Yan said in a deep voice.

"This...when did this happen?" Doctor Wu asked in a deep voice.

"More than a year." Mo Yan replied

"More than a year? That is not impossible. If the poison in his body has not been completely cleared out, a small part of it will remain in the body. At this time, if other drugs are used to attract it, that part of the poison will be stimulated. It will accumulate in his body day by day, and when it accumulates to a certain level, it will frequently attack." Doctor Wu looked at Pei Jin who was unconscious on the bed, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful. He estimated that unless this noble young man was treated by an expert, there would be no way to save him.

"Doctor Wu, please save my son." Mo Yan fell to his knees and begged in a low voice.

"Young man, to be honest, although I have been practicing medicine for many years, I have never seen this kind of disease. Moreover, I don't even know what poison the young master has been poisoned with. How can I save him?" Doctor Wu shook his head repeatedly. Seeing Mo Yan and Tong Shu kneeling on the ground in grief, he felt sorry for them, but he knew that one cannot do a good job without the right tools.

"Then Doctor Wu, is it true that my son is hopeless?" Mo Yan hesitated whether to take out the bottle of medicinal wine, feeling extremely conflicted.

If he took out the medicinal wine, the prince would definitely blame him for acting on his own when he woke up. But when he thought that if something happened to the prince before the old Taoist priest arrived, it would be too late to regret.

"My medical skills are not very good." Doctor Wu said with a bow, "Please forgive me for leaving first."

"Doctor Wu, this is medicinal wine. My son has been suffering from frequent headaches lately, and he relies on this medicinal wine to relieve the pain. If you are the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, you must be able to see the trick. Please, Doctor Wu, save my son." Mo Yan said gritting his teeth, stood up, took out a small porcelain bottle from his bag and handed it respectfully to Doctor Wu.

"Mo Yan, you..." It was too late for Tong Shu to stop him. Looking at the porcelain bottle in Doctor Wu's hand, he could only bow and say, "Please, Doctor Wu, save my son. Doctor Wu, you are well-known for being a benevolent doctor who is compassionate and helps the world."

Doctor Wu opened the lid of the porcelain bottle in his hand and sniffed it carefully. The kind expression on his face instantly turned into surprise.