The Cold-Hearted Princess Who Transmigrated Here

After the emperor left, most of the imperial physicians gradually left, leaving only three who insisted on staying.

Two of the imperial physicians ostensibly observed but were actually secretly learning. They were genuinely eager to learn medicine and would also benefit from witnessing the effects of the Hundred Poison Pearls—a win-win situation. Although secretly learning was somewhat embarrassing, acquiring more skills was never a bad thing. After all, most physicians would prefer to have others present when treating patients; everyone has their own special skills and doesn't want others to steal their knowledge. Since the person involved hadn't objected, they naturally didn't want to miss the opportunity.

Zhang Hengshan, the head of the academy, watched the whole thing with a cold expression, his contempt and disdain were extremely obvious. It was more like he was monitoring the situation than watching.

Wang Boxing and his daughter exchanged a glance. From Zhang Hengshan's increasingly agitated tone and attitude, they could tell that he was hoping Li Zhengji wouldn't be able to cure the poison, since his own medical skills had been questioned by the emperor today.

Wang Xiyue silently increased her vigilance, constantly watching his every move to prevent him from making any underhanded moves.

Wang Boxing was more thoughtful than his daughter. Zhang Hengshan did not openly take sides, but secretly supported the Second Prince. He was also in cahoots with the Ling family.

Considering the emperor's birthday banquet, Zhang Hengshan wouldn't go too far, not to the point of killing Dongfang Yu and Li Zhengji, but also not to let them get through the crisis smoothly.

Now that Wang Boxing has clearly brought Li Zhengji to his side, he must be wary of Zhang Hengshan using underhanded tactics at crucial moments.

"Yueyue, I'm going to check on your mother and brother. You wait here for your father."

Wang Xiyue saw that her father appeared calm on the surface, but there was caution and urgency in his eyes. It seemed that her father had a thorny matter to deal with and could only use her mother as an excuse to get away.

Although Wang Xiyue doesn't care about national affairs, she can't help but think the worst when it involves people around her.

If Dongfang Yu's poison is cured so easily, then Uncle Li's official position will definitely rise after today, and many people will try to curry favor with him.

Father had vouched for this before the Emperor, and everyone knew that Uncle Li and the Prime Minister's Mansion were bound together by fate, sharing both prosperity and ruin.

With advantages come disadvantages, after all, everything is in a state of ebb and flow.

The drawback is obvious: those whose situation is threatened, especially the Ling family who have always been at odds with the Prime Minister's Mansion, would never want Li Zhengji to give them important positions. On the surface, the two camps are at peace, but in private, the Prime Minister's Mansion has to deal with the various vicious methods of the Ling family, which is already very difficult for my father.

But I'm too young to do anything right now.

A sense of powerlessness once again eroded Wang Xiyue's heart.

She really wanted to become stronger.

Practicing martial arts for self-defense, making money through business, and building one's own power... these must be put on the agenda as soon as possible in order to effectively protect oneself.

Li Zhengji administered Mafeisan (a type of anesthetic) to Dongfang Yu, then sealed relevant acupoints on Dongfang Yu's thighs. Only after Dongfang Yu's body gradually relaxed and stopped trembling, confirming that the anesthetic had taken full effect, did he feel at ease and begin to clear the toxins.

Wang Xiyue watched as Uncle Li repeatedly heated the knife over a fire, and then without hesitation, he cut open the flesh and skin where Dongfang Yu's bone was broken, making deeper and deeper cuts until the broken bone was completely exposed.

Despite her fear, she kept a close eye on every movement.

As blood flowed from the wound, a foul odor also wafted out; it must have been the smell of Dongfang Yu's poisonous blood.

Because of the doctor's excellent medical skills, there was no excessive bleeding from the wound, only some oozing out. The stench was enough to show how potent the poison was.

Li Zhengji quickly took out the Hundred Poison Bead from his bosom and placed it on the incision. Everyone saw several thin black lines, as fine as hair, emerge from the wound and immediately rush towards the bead.

The hazy aura surrounding the Hundred Poison Pearl was instantly replaced by a layer of gray mist, and the originally pale blue pearl was gradually wrapped with strands of black lines.

As the black lines multiplied, the entire bead slowly turned grayish-black at a visible speed. Just when Wang Xiyue felt that the bead was about to turn completely black, the Hundred Poison Bead suddenly vibrated and instantly returned to its original color without any impurities.

Then black lines began to wrap around the bead layer by layer, and after half an hour, the surface of the bead returned to normal.

This cycle repeats.

Wang Xiyue guessed that this bead could not only absorb toxins, but also decompose all the toxins when they reached their limit.

Li Zhengji, without even checking the detoxification effect, immediately ordered two eunuchs to help remove all of Dongfang Yu's clothes.

Because no one reminded Wang Xiyue to leave, and mainly because she herself didn't feel any shame, Wang Xiyue watched Dongfang Yu's undressing process without changing her expression the whole time.

Even with his clothes covering him, she thought Dongfang Yu looked frail and weak. Only after he took off his shirt did she realize that he was indeed extremely thin.

His skin was not a normal, healthy color; it was a pale, bluish-white that had never seen the sun. His ribs were clearly visible, and paired with his pale yet delicate face, Dongfang Yu now presented a kind of morbid, extreme beauty.

Wang Xiyue felt that Dongfang Yu was really pitiful. Not only was he born disabled, but he was also abandoned. She wondered how he had endured more than ten years of suffering from illness.

I guess I must have saved all of humanity in my past life to be fortunate enough to have a warm and comfortable home in this life where I have no worries about food and clothing.

Seeing that Dongfang Yu was practically skin and bones, Li Zhengji felt a pang of heartache. It was truly remarkable that the child had survived.

The only thing he can do now is to detoxify him as soon as possible, so that he can become a normal person again.

After removing all his clothes except for his underpants, Li Zhengji spread Dongfang Yu's arms and legs and laid him flat on the bed. Then he began to insert silver needles into the acupoints on the top of Dongfang Yu's head, one needle after another, at a very fast speed, almost without stopping. Soon Dongfang Yu's body was covered with dense silver needles, making him look like a hedgehog from a distance.

Someone like Wang Xiyue, who doesn't understand medicine, obviously can't tell whether the acupuncture technique is skillful or not, but in the eyes of a professional, it is a miraculous skill.

Even though Wang Xiyue didn't understand, judging from Uncle Li's calm demeanor and the momentary surprise on the faces of the other two imperial physicians, she guessed that Uncle Li's medical skills were definitely no less than anyone else in the Imperial Hospital.

Only through rigorous training can a doctor achieve a thorough understanding of every step.

Zhang Hengshan, who supervised the entire process, appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was in turmoil. Although he hated Li Zhengji for stealing his credit, he had to admit that his acupuncture skills were indeed not as proficient as Li's. However, he didn't care, after all, promotion in official positions depended on power and money, and whoever had the strongest backing could climb higher.

The other two imperial physicians who had been learning from him exchanged glances, understanding each other perfectly. They tried their best to keep their words and actions normal, since openly praising Li Zhengji would be blatantly looking down on Chief Physician Zhang.

Although neither of them dared to challenge authority openly, they deeply admired the strong. For them, learning even a little more medical skills today would benefit them for life.

After all, capable people can always command respect.

They are doctors who believe they are well-versed in acupoints, but even they cannot achieve the same level of precision and consistency in every needle prick as Li Zhengji.

The required depth and angle of insertion for each acupoint on the body are different. Some need to be inserted superficially, while others must be inserted halfway or all the way in. Those with low medical skills can only achieve half the effect of silver needles, while Li Zhengji can obviously increase the effectiveness of silver needle acupuncture to more than 90%.

It's like killing a chicken. Some people kill it with one blow, while others cut the chicken's neck almost off, but the chicken bleeds very little and doesn't die for a long time.

That's secondary; what's most unbelievable is that Li Zhengji chose several acupoints that they dared not use at all.

The pressure applied to those important acupoints can be fatal if not controlled properly, so they usually avoid them when treating patients, preferring slower results rather than taking the risk.

Some acupoints were completely unrelated to them, but Li Zhengji seemed to attach great importance to them.

Li Zhengji had no time to pay attention to the admiration or contempt of the people around him. He not only had to guide the toxins out of Dongfang Yu's body, but also had to prepare medicine as soon as possible to force out the toxins that had penetrated deep into the bone marrow. Otherwise, the Hundred Poison Pearl alone would not be enough to absorb them all.

After taking the pulse again and pondering for a moment, Li Zhengji carefully wrote down the prescription.

“Lord Wang, you…” He turned around to hand the prescription to Wang Boxing, but when he looked back, he found that Wang Boxing was not there.

"Uncle Li, give it to me! I'm going to find my father." Wang Xiyue was worried that someone might tamper with it, so she went forward to get the form.

"Children shouldn't meddle in adults' affairs." Director Zhang reached out to snatch the prescription.

"I'll keep it for now. The Prime Minister should be back soon, so there's no need to trouble Chief Zhang."

Li Zhengji quickly put the prescription into his sleeve. He wasn't a three-year-old child; how could he trust someone who looked down on him at such a critical moment?

Moreover, this prescription is actually a kind of poison. He intends to use poison to fight poison, and then prescribe a conditioning medicine after all the toxins are eliminated. If other imperial physicians with ulterior motives see it, wouldn't that leave them with a handle to accuse him of poisoning people?

He turned to Wang Xiyue, who had been pushed aside, and said, "Yueyue, hurry up and go find your father."

"Okay, I'll go right away." Wang Xiyue quickly ran towards the palace entrance.

Because he was running too fast, he bumped into someone who had just entered the room and almost fell.

"Yueyue, what happened? Are you hurt?" Wang Boxing asked anxiously as he helped his daughter steady.

"Father, Uncle Li's prescription is ready. I was just about to ask you for help to get the medicine and prepare it."

When her father returned at the crucial moment, Wang Xiyue stopped worrying. With her father there, she was not afraid of anything.

"Xijie, quickly go and brew the medicine, do as I told you before." Wang Boxing turned around and solemnly instructed his son who came in afterward.

"Father, I understand." Wang Xijie quickly walked up to Li Zhengji, took the prescription, and then rushed out.

Although he had only known Dongfang Yu for two days, he felt that the other party was a decent person and worth saving. Besides, Dongfang Yu had survived all kinds of hardships to get to where he was now, so of course he had to lend a helping hand when his life was at stake.

As my father had instructed, I avoided Chief Physician Zhang and any of the imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Academy, and went to find a doctor whom my father trusted and had told me to personally prepare and decoct the medicine.

Before Zhang Hengshan could react, Wang Xijie had already taken the prescription and run away in a flash, leaving Zhang Hengshan so angry that his liver ached.

"Lord Wang, you've truly raised a fine son!"

The word "good" was spoken through gritted teeth.

"Thank you for the praise, Your Excellency. My son is indeed very good."

At other times, Wang Boxing was quite disgusted with his unruly son, but now, in front of someone he didn't get along with, he certainly couldn't tell the truth; it would be better to infuriate the other person.

Zhang Hengshan wanted to retrieve the prescription, but he didn't know where to find the person to ask.

He decided to leave, but he was worried that Wang Boxing might have some other tricks up his sleeve. It seemed that this time he could only watch helplessly as Li Zhengji, this nobody, rose to the pinnacle of life.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got; the angrier I got, the more I thought about it. I had nowhere to vent my resentment and jealousy.

In this tense, unspoken standoff, the other two imperial physicians quietly took a few steps back from the center of the anger. The three of them, including the prime minister, were not afraid of the head physician, but they were!

When the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer as well; those two were the fish in the moat.

So the two of them had no choice but to lower their heads and bend over, barely daring to breathe, wishing they could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Wang Boxing held a higher position than Zhang Hengshan and completely disregarded his anger.

Li Zhengji was busy treating Dongfang Yu and had no time to pay attention to the emotions of irrelevant people.

Needless to say, Wang Xiyue, although the Prime Minister's residence was not a place to bully others, still had plenty of confidence. "Our family members are treating and saving lives, what does it have to do with him? He can be angry as much as he wants, it has nothing to do with me."