The ring connects the past and present, the exiled prince worships me as a god

After three days of not being able to contact Qi Yu, Song Nian became restless and finally couldn't bear it anymore. She contacted Zhou Bo from the antique shop, took the wine bottle that Qi Yu gave her last time and the bamboo piece with a plow carved on it, and went to the antique shop.

"What a good thing! This is actually a high-quality wine jar made by the Dajin official kiln. It is truly a good thing!"

Zhou Bo touched his white beard and was overjoyed when he was convinced that this was a product of the official kiln of the Jin Dynasty as recorded in unofficial history.

"Little girl, I didn't expect you to have such a treasure in your hand. This item is so much better than the last one, and it comes in a pair, it's really great!"

Uncle Zhou immediately took out a calculator and typed in a few numbers for her.

Song Nian was extremely shocked. "These two can be sold for five million?"

It's ten times more than last time.

She is going to get rich.

"Indeed, this was made by the official kiln of the Great Jin Dynasty. Not to mention, we only have a handful of antiques from the Great Jin Dynasty, and they're all pieced together from fragments. The teacup you sold me last time, although unprinted, fetched a high price when I took it to the museum and had it appraised by experts."

Uncle Zhou became more and more excited as he spoke, and he looked at Song Nian as if she were his own granddaughter.

"Little girl, I took advantage of you last time, so today I'm buying back these two wine bottles at a high price. I'll transfer the money to you now."

Song Nian thanked him repeatedly, and soon a large transfer amount came through his bank card.

This is the bank card that her mother opened for her before she passed away. Neither Song Jin nor Li Lin knew about its existence. She also opened a large savings account some time ago, so she suddenly became a rich woman.

Although the Song Group is also a listed company, she knows that Song Jin has spent a lot of money on management over the years in order to maintain his official status, and his operating funds are probably not even one-tenth of hers.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhou. I also have a bamboo stick painting from the Great Jin Dynasty. I won't sell it, so I'll give it to you for free."

When Zhou Bo saw the bamboo strips that Song Nian took out, his eyes lit up.

It was not because of the amazing carving, but because the bamboo sticks were made of pure natural high-quality bamboo. He could tell at a glance that they were made in Dajin.

"Only during the Great Jin Dynasty did people still use bamboo sticks as paper. Our country's archaeologists have studied and searched for so long, but have never been able to find any bamboo stick manuscripts. I didn't expect you to have them."

Zhou Bo was overjoyed and decided to keep this thing for himself.

"Have you thought about it? Are you really going to give it to me?"

"Uncle Zhou is generous, so I should be kind and righteous. This is a gift for you."

She is not short of money now. She sold a lot of gold ingots last time. Although she bought a large amount of cooked vegetables and meat, she only spent one-tenth of it. So her purpose today was just to come for Qi Yu.

Because only by coming here can she find any trace of Qi Yu and confirm that everything she has done in these days is not an illusion.

"Then I, an old man, won't be polite." Uncle Zhou took photos of the bamboo sticks like a treasure, sent them to several old friends in the antique circle to show off, and then carefully stored them in the safe.

In fact, after Song Nian sold him the teacup and took away "Qi Yu's Auto-rotation" last time, he secretly checked Song Nian's identity. Her story was different from hers, and her ancestors were not archaeologists. This girl was lying to him, but why did she have a product from the Great Jin Dynasty on her, and why did she lie?

In their line of work, concealing one's identity was common sense. After all, many antiques were priceless, and hiding them was a proper way to protect oneself. Plus, the kid was so understanding, so he didn't mind.

"If you have any more items related to Dajin in the future, you can bring them to me. Since we've done business together twice, we're considered regular customers. I'll give you a price no one else can."

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Zhou."

Song Nian raised his lips happily, and suddenly a familiar voice came from his mind.

She almost dropped the teacup from her hand.

Someone called her Nian'er.

It was him, Qi Yu calling her.

"I heard from my family that the bamboo stick painting was carved by the Crown Prince of the Great Jin Dynasty when he was in exile. Perhaps Uncle Zhou could study it."

Before leaving, Song Nian couldn't help but tell Zhou Bo where the bamboo slips came from. She happily left the antique shop and found an empty park nearby. She asked excitedly, "Where have you been these past few days?"

"I didn't hear what you said just now."

She was so excited when she was called Nian'er that she didn't hear what Qi Yu said.

"I said, I'm afraid I can't keep my promise and return to the Imperial Capital."

Qi Yu leaned against the tree trunk, feeling increasingly weak, as frail as a ball of cotton that would blow away with the wind.

"Yu, I'm afraid I'm going to die."

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Song Nian's heart sank.

All the concern and care over the past few days turned into tears, flowing down the corners of my eyes.

"What are you talking about? You're going to die!"

"Where are you? What are you doing? Are you in danger? How can I help you?"

It was clear that when she was under house arrest a few days ago, he gently persuaded her not to be afraid and talked with her all night long.

But now, why is his voice so weak?

"Are the imperial concubine's men here again? Are you hurt somewhere? I'm going to the hospital now."

Wiping the tears from her face, Song Nian stood up and ran to the other side of the river. It was the beginning of autumn recently, and the autumn wind was blowing, ruffling her long hair. She hailed a taxi and went to the city hospital.

"Where is the hospital? Or the pharmacy?"

Qi Yu didn't understand what the god was saying, but when he heard her crying, his heart ached.

"The gods need not shed tears for me."

"It is enough for me to meet a god in this life."

"God, don't bother. I am not in the world of gods. Even if gods come to the pharmacy, how can they treat me?"

Song Nian suddenly understood.

Yes, what's the point of her going to the hospital? She is not the one who is injured. Nowadays, doctors will not easily tell the treatment plan without seeing the patient, and they have no way to diagnose and treat.

Sitting in the taxi, Song Nian continued to cry, crying so sadly that she forgot herself.

"Then I can't just watch you die."

"...I don't want you to die."

The driver thought she was making a Bluetooth call with her boyfriend or relative.

Seeing her talking about death and going to the hospital, he silently handed her a pack of tissues and said, "My condolences, little girl."

Hearing this, Song Nian burst into tears. All the frustration, pain, anxiety, and heartache he had felt during this period of time turned into tears.

"Wait for me, I will definitely save you."

Ask the driver to find a pharmacy to stop.

Song Nian found a doctor on duty. She asked Qi Yu what his symptoms were. Qi Yu answered one sentence and she repeated it.

Seeing her hair down, covering her ears and unable to see the Bluetooth headset, but her speech was clear, the doctor prescribed naloxone, a medication used clinically to treat morphine-related analgesic overdose or poisoning. This medication has an anti-shock effect and can be used clinically to treat septic shock that is resistant to other anti-shock therapies. (Excerpt)

And repeatedly reminded, "If necessary, you have to go to the hospital."

Song Nian agreed repeatedly, and bought some iodine tincture and bandages for external injuries. After paying for them, he used the excuse of going to the bathroom and hurriedly passed the medicine over.

I went to the supermarket and bought some mineral water, bread and other food to keep me going.

In the surveillance video at the door of a supermarket bathroom, a girl went in with a big bag of things but came out empty-handed.

Song Nian didn't care about that much. After everything was transmitted, he contacted Qi Yu again, "How are you? Are you feeling better?"

Qi Yu took the naloxone sent by the gods, although he had never seen this thing before, and although he felt that his vital signs were decreasing little by little, the gods said that he could not die unless they let him die.

"It seems to be better."

As Qi Yu was about to unscrew a bottle of mineral water, he took it and just as he drank it, he spat out a mouthful of blood.