Poisonous Goddess: I'm just lazing around in the mortal realm.

Then again

The crown prince, leading the troops, was caught off guard by the successful surprise attack and fell from his horse. His horse was startled and was standing on a hillside when he tumbled down the slope, hitting several sharp rocks in the process.

So much so that when he was found at the foot of the mountain, his back had been smashed open to the bone, and he fainted from the pain.

By the time Thirteen squeezed through the crowd and reached the Crown Prince, Duan Yuqing had already fainted from the pain.

Pale-faced and weak, he collapsed onto the bed.

Thirteen deftly opened the medicine box, then scolded...

"Everyone get out. There can't be so many people in this room; it's not good for the injured."

She shoved aside Xia Zhao, the servant who was supposed to be attending to the Crown Prince at the bedside.

Xia Zhao stumbled and nearly fell against the bedside. He then turned around and angrily cursed.

"who are you?"

But when he turned his head, he saw a girl who looked like a fairy kneeling beside him, and his already suspicious heart was instantly half dispelled.

Thirteen glanced at the Crown Prince's token hanging at his waist, knowing that the other was a servant who had followed him from the capital, and immediately lowered his head to answer.

"I am a medical apprentice of Grand Tutor Ye of the Imperial Medical Academy. He is unable to come for the time being, so he asked me to come and check on the Crown Prince's injuries and treat his wounds first."

She pointed to her medicine box and then showed the other person the token that Prime Minister Pei had prepared for her earlier.

The dark gold token is inlaid with the character '叶' (Ye).

This is a family heirloom of Grand Tutor Ye, bestowed upon him by the founding emperor of Nanyang, and is therefore Grand Tutor Ye's most treasured possession.

Xia Zhao saw the faintly engraved character "Ye" on the token and immediately fell silent.

He stood up and looked at the room full of maids and servants, and a wave of annoyance washed over him. He then scolded them.

"Get out! Didn't you hear the doctor say there shouldn't be so many people standing here? Didn't you hear me?!"

"Yes"

"Yes"

The maids then carried the items in their hands and left the room.

Thirteen glanced at Xia Zhao still standing guard in front of him and spoke up.

"You should stand by the door too. No one can get close to me right now. Just stand at a distance and watch."

"It's alright as long as it doesn't bother you, Miss. After all, the Crown Prince doesn't have anyone to take care of him for the time being, does he?"

Xia Zhao naturally had his doubts. The imperial physicians who usually accompanied him were nowhere to be seen, and now, coincidentally, a complete stranger had arrived.

He certainly needs to be more careful.

Thirteen looked up at Xia Zhao, realizing that the other party might be on guard against him. Since he had done nothing wrong, he lowered his head and continued with what he was doing, and stopped paying attention to him.

Xia Zhao stood just two steps away from Thirteen, staring intently at the object in Thirteen's hand.

Just as she took out several silver needles, she suddenly stepped forward and said...

"What are you doing, young lady?"

Thirteen, on the contrary, calmly took the silver needles and heated them over the fire. Then, he grabbed them with a handkerchief, bent them into a hook shape, and heated them over the fire several times.

She then threaded the thread she had painstakingly obtained through the silver needle.

"Sew up his wound."

"Use this to sew it? I think the Crown Prince... the Crown Prince is delicate and frail... I'm afraid it's not suitable?"

A flicker of fear crossed Xia Zhao's mind. With his innocent and naive expression, his legs trembled slightly when he saw the silver needle raised.

"If the wound isn't stitched up in time, I'm afraid... the Crown Prince might lose too much blood, and if that happens, he might not survive..."

She turned her head at thirteen and glanced at him indifferently.

"I'm afraid even our nine generations of relatives wouldn't be enough to kill. Are you sure you don't need stitches?"

Her method still relies on modern technology and her own memory to learn.

only

Before stitching up the prince's wound, she practiced on pigs.

I wonder if human skin is comparable to pig skin.

Which one is harder?

Xia Zhao trembled with fear. If it weren't for the presence of his entire family, he would have knelt down and kowtowed to Thirteen.

He could see from afar that the Crown Prince, lying on the bed, was already pale. Although he didn't know anything about medicine, it wasn't hard for him to guess that Duan Yuqing was on the verge of death.

He knew that causing the death of the crown prince was a capital offense.

The wound can be stitched up; even if the crown prince is injured, it will at most result in a flesh wound.

Death and injury...

Xia Zhao, who grew up by the Crown Prince's side, naturally understood that the danger the Crown Prince was facing was something his dwindling clan could not bear.

Thinking of this, Xia Zhao couldn't help but swallow, and then shouted as if he had used all his strength.

"Then we'll do as you say, young lady, and stitch up the prince's wound first!"

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

Thirteen's straightforward answer surprised Xia Zhao.

She didn't give Xia Zhao much of a look, then turned around and buried her head in stitching up the wound.

"you……"

Xia Zhao stood there dumbfounded for the entire time it takes for an incense stick to burn before he realized what was happening. This was a trap that Thirteen had deliberately set for him.

After he seemed to finally sort things out, he realized that his shouts had probably been heard by people outside. If he were to change his mind now...

It was all in vain.

At this moment, he could only suppress the rising anger, clasping his hands together at the doorway and muttering something.

Pray for the Crown Prince's safety.

In this way, his entire family and his head can all live in peace!

Another difficult half-cup of tea

When Xia Zhao looked at Thirteen for the fifty-sixth time, Thirteen finally put down the silver needles in his hand and straightened his back.

"Girl, you..."

"Be quiet, don't talk."

Thirteen tied the thread in his hand, cut it short, and then took a clean handkerchief to wipe away the excess bloodstains from the prince's back.

This practice session truly made her realize that there are subtle differences between pigskin and human skin.

For example, a dead pig will stink.

Living people will not

Thirteen gazed intently at her masterpiece, as if admiring a work of art, for a long while before finally waving her hand and saying...

"Come and see your master, now all that's left is to remove the stitches."

She stood up and tidied up the messy medicine box.

"What kind of stitches are being removed?"

Xia Zhao moved forward step by step, standing behind Thirteen and looking ahead. The Crown Prince's face was indeed not as pale as before.

Following the Crown Prince's handsome face further down, the horrific wound on Duan Yuqing's back had been almost completely stitched up, except for this one stitch.

It's really not that great.

Xia Zhao dared not say more, and could only repeat in a trembling voice.

"The stitches you mentioned earlier... were they the ones on the Crown Prince's body?"

“That’s right. You can come to me again after the Crown Prince’s wounds have healed.”

After saying that, Thirteen fastened the medicine box in his hand and prepared to leave with it.

Xia Zhao stepped in front of her, his face still pale.

"Miss... does that mean the Crown Prince will know that I asked you to... to sew for him..."

"You said it, I'm just following your orders. When we're removing the stitches... yeah, how about I give you a packet of sleeping pills, you can drug him and then call me, then he won't know?"

Thirteen seemed completely unconcerned that the person lying on the bed was the most esteemed prince of Nanyang.

After speaking, she casually pulled a packet of paper from her sleeve.

"This is a sleeping potion. Put it all in him; it won't kill him anyway."