I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

Zhou Xuenniang hurried to the door. The cold wind outside carried Xiaodie's shrill cries, which sounded particularly harsh.

Xiaodie was kneeling on the ground with her hair disheveled. The bluestone slabs at her knees were soaked with her tears.

She clutched the door knocker tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from excessive force, and screamed miserably, "I want to see the master! I want to see the master!"

Zhou Xueniang's eyebrows shot up, and she shouted sternly, "Miss Xiaodie, what are you doing? Shouting and yelling in front of the Princess's mansion is so disrespectful!"

Xiaodie suddenly raised her head, her eyes were red and swollen, bloodshot, and her face was covered with tear marks, looking in a miserable state.

She struggled to crawl towards Zhou Xueniang, grabbed her skirt, and begged in tears, "Madam Zhou, please, let me see the master! My wife... my wife is dying, she wants to see the master one last time!"

The cold wind blew up Xiaodie's messy hair and slapped it on her pale face, making her look even more pitiful.

Zhou Xuenniang's heart tightened, but she remained calm on the surface and said coldly, "Mrs. Wei is sick? How could it be so sudden?"

Xiaodie choked up and spoke incoherently, "My wife...my wife...suddenly started vomiting blood...and the doctor hasn't come yet...Please, Madam Zhou, for the sake of our friendship, please help me!"

Zhou Xueniang hesitated for a moment, but finally relented. She loosened the hem of her skirt and said in a deep voice, "Wait here. I'll go report to the Lord."

Zhou Xuenniang turned around and walked quickly back into the house.

Inside the house, Sheng Hong and Lin Qinshuang sat upright, the warm atmosphere was broken by this sudden change.

The smile on Lin Qinshuang's face froze and she looked at Zhou Xuenniang in confusion.

Zhou Xueniang walked up to Sheng Hong, bowed, and reported, "Master, something happened to Wei Xiaoniang. Her maid Xiaodie is crying outside the door, saying that Wei Xiaoniang is critically ill and wants to see you one last time."

When Sheng Hong heard this, his face suddenly changed and he stood up abruptly, knocking over the chair with a sharp sound.

He didn't care about anything else and asked anxiously: "What happened to Wei Xiaoniang? Isn't she fine?"

Lin Qinshuang's eyes moved, and a barely perceptible gleam of light flashed in her eyes.

She stood up, took Sheng Hong's hand, and said softly, "Honglang, let me go with you to take a look."

Sheng Hong was extremely anxious at the moment and nodded without thinking too much.

The two walked out of the house side by side and headed towards the remote courtyard where Wei Xiaoniang lived.

The night was dark and the wind was cold, blowing the branches and making sounds like ghosts howling and wolves howling.

The two of them walked in silence, and the atmosphere was suffocating.

Sheng Hong walked hurriedly, his face gloomy, his heart filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Lin Qinshuang snuggled up to Sheng Hong, with a hint of worry on her face, but an inexplicable light flashed in her eyes.

When the two rushed to Wei Xiaoniang's courtyard, a strong smell of medicine hit their noses.

The yard was in a mess, and several maids and old women were busy working in a panic.

Minglan was kneeling beside the bed, her small body trembling and sobbing softly.

Wei Xiaoniang's face was as pale as paper, her lips were black and blue, and her breath was weak, as if she would die at any time.

Sheng Hong strode to the bed, bent over to check on Wei Xiaoniang's condition, his brows furrowed.

He asked in a deep voice, "Do you want to see the doctor?"

Xiaodie knelt beside him and answered with a choked voice, "We've sent someone to invite him, but... the doctors in the city are far away, so we have to wait a while for them to arrive."

Lin Qinshuang walked to the bedside, her eyes fell on Wei Xiaoniang, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.

She remembered that when she came to pay her respects a few days ago, Wei Xiaoniang still had a rosy complexion and did not have any symptoms. How could she suddenly become terminally ill?

There may be something else fishy going on here.

When Minglan heard Sheng Hong's voice, she raised her head, looked at him with tears in her eyes, and begged in a sobbing voice: "Daddy... Daddy, I don't want to go to my grandmother's courtyard, I want to be with my mother!"

Her childish voice was filled with deep fear and helplessness, which was heartbreaking.

When Lin Qinshuang heard Minglan's words, she immediately understood.

The old lady is thinking about raising a child again!

Wei Xiaoniang wanted to use her own death to buy Minglan the opportunity for the old lady to raise her wholeheartedly!

Lin Qinshuang curled her lips into a sneer. Now that she was back, she naturally couldn't let them succeed!

She took a step forward and said softly:

"Master, let me try. I think Wei Xiaoniang's symptoms don't seem to be ordinary. I have studied some medical skills over the years, and perhaps I can ease Wei Xiaoniang's pain and help her hold on until the doctor arrives."

After hearing this, Sheng Hong thought for a moment and nodded.

He stepped aside to let Lin Qinshuang come forward.

Lin Qinshuang walked to the bedside, knelt beside Wei Xiaoniang, stretched out her slender fingers, and placed them on Wei Xiaoniang's pulse.

She closed her eyes and pretended to take the patient's pulse with a serious expression on her face.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and said in a heavy voice, "Mrs. Wei's pulse is disordered, and her qi and blood are deficient. This is definitely not an ordinary cold. I suspect...she's been poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Sheng Hong was horrified and looked at Lin Qinshuang in disbelief. "How is this possible? Who would poison Wei Xiaoniang?"

Lin Qinshuang shook her head and sighed, "I don't know about that, but Wei Xiaoniang's symptoms do seem like she's been poisoned by a chronic poison. The toxicity accumulates over time, leading to a sudden outbreak."

She paused, then continued, "The most urgent thing is to detoxify her. Otherwise, Miss Wei might not survive tonight."

Sheng Hong was extremely confused and asked anxiously, "Do you have a way to detoxify it?"

Lin Qinshuang's eyes flickered, and her tone was firm: "I can only try."

She turned to Zhou Xuenniang and ordered, "Xueniang, bring me my golden needle."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xuenniang immediately took out an exquisite wooden box from her medicine bag.

The wooden box was opened, revealing a row of golden needles of varying lengths neatly arranged inside, gleaming coldly in the dim candlelight.

Lin Qinshuang took the wooden box, gently brushed the golden needles with her fingers, her eyes focused and sharp, like a general about to go to the battlefield, reviewing his weapons.

She took a deep breath and spoke slowly, "Now I can only use the golden needles to protect the heart meridians, slowing down the flow of the toxins, and then use the golden needles to force out some of the toxins."

Zhou Xuenniang placed the medicine bag beside the bed, opened it carefully, and took out a needle bag wrapped in fine satin.

The needle bag was opened, revealing a row of golden needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, which flashed a faint cold light under the dim candlelight.

Zhou Xuenniang deftly helped Wei Xiaoniang up and let her lean against the head of the bed.

Lin Qinshuang washed her hands quickly, her movements were quick and decisive, without a single step being wasted.

She picked up the longest golden needle and heated it slightly over the candle flame. A faint red light appeared at the tip of the needle.

"Mrs. Wei, this may be a little painful, please bear with it."

Lin Qinshuang comforted softly, her tone gentle but with unquestionable firmness.

She pressed the Tanzhong point on Wei Xiaoniang's chest with her left hand, and inserted the gold needle steadily with her right hand.

As the golden needle entered the flesh, Wei Xiaoniang groaned and her body began to tremble violently.

Lin Qinshuang remained calm. She turned her wrist and the golden needle seemed to come alive in her hand, deftly moving through the various acupuncture points on Wei Xiaoniang's body.

Every stitch was placed with incredible precision, as if it had been practiced thousands of times.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and her breathing became rapid, but her eyes remained focused and she did not dare to relax even a little.