Chapter 9 — Four Generations of Crown Princes Concubine Died, I Replaced with Marrying the World of Great Sacrifice

"Tell him, if he can't be cured, this ambassador position won't be needed anymore."

As soon as the message was announced, the whole palace was frightened. Tu Khiem, Tu Vien porcelain. He is a character with a higher status than Truong Vien Judge, and is also more mysterious. He is over seventy, and heard that he has magical medical skills and can bring the dead back to life. But he hasn't personally diagnosed anyone for ten years. He only serves one person. It is the reigning saint. Now, the emperor has sent his own royal physician. It can be seen that this has truly reached one's limit. That invisible hand is stirring the wind and clouds. We are the center of the storm. I know, the real dangerous test has only just begun. When Tu Khiem arrived, it was sunset. The sun's rays were as red as blood, casting a long shadow on the white jade stone floor. He wore a light-colored rough robe, white beard and hair, thin appearance, but eyes as sharp as an eagle. He doesn't look like a royal physician, on the contrary, he looks like a hermit who has been practicing for many years. As soon as you entered the door, the atmosphere in the palace immediately changed. The doctors, who were already feeling uneasy, seemed to have found support. They all bowed down to worship, not even daring to breathe loudly.

“Everyone out.”

Tu Khiem's voice was very calm, but carried majesty. Judge Truong Vien and the others, as if granted amnesty, immediately bowed and retreated. Tieu Giac also wanted to say something, but Tu Khiem glanced at him and stopped him.

“Your Highness, please also wait outside.”

"When the old man diagnoses an illness, he doesn't like having people around."

Tieu Giac's eyebrows furrowed, but in the end he nodded and went out. The palace was so vast that for a moment, only I and this legendary physician remained. There was also a person standing in the corner, like a wooden statue or a clay statue - Que ma ma. She is the Queen's person, and also the Queen's eyes. Tu Khiem ignored her and went directly to my bed. He didn't rush to check my pulse, but first carefully observed me. His eyes seemed to be able to penetrate my skin and see my bones and internal organs. Under such eyes, all disguises seem impossible to hide. I still closed my eyes, lowered my breathing to the weakest level, and controlled my heart rate at an extremely low frequency. This is the method of returning to life that we practice after staying for a long time between the cemetery and the body.

“Crown Princess, Your Highness.”

He suddenly spoke up.

“I know, your highness is in a lot of pain right now.”

"The old man has a set of needle and needle techniques, perhaps he can help his lady relieve some of the pain."

“It's just that during the acupuncture process you will feel a little unusual, please be patient for a moment.”

He said and then took out a bag of needles from the medicine box he carried with him. Slowly open. Inside were dozens of golden needles of different lengths, different thicknesses, and cold light flashed under the candlelight. He picked up the thinnest stick, as thin as a buffalo hair. Then, without warning, he brought the needle to a position between my eyebrows, gently touching it down. Do not puncture the skin. Using just the tip of the needle, gently draw a circle there. We can feel an extremely small, seemingly non-existent itching feeling coming from the middle of the forehead. It's like an ant is crawling. This type of itching is more uncomfortable than painful. It makes people unable to bear the urge to scratch, unable to bear it I want to frown. Even if any muscle on my face moved, I couldn't escape his sharp eagle-like eyes. He's using this method to test whether I'm really in a coma or not. The trick is really clever. In my heart I laugh coldly, but my body is still like a dry piece of wood. Even though the itchy feeling spread across my forehead, I was still as motionless as a mountain. My will, long honed through countless lives and deaths, is tougher than steel. Tu Khiem painted for a long time. It took so long that Mother Que couldn't stand. Finally he stopped and withdrew the needle. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes that was hard to detect. But he didn't give up.

"It seems that the lady's illness is more serious than the old man thought."

He muttered.

“If external stimulation is useless, then you can only use strong medicine.”

He took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box and poured out a black pill. An extremely unpleasant pungent smell immediately spread out. He walked up to me, grabbed my chin with one hand, as if he wanted to force it in.

“Tu Yuan Porcelain, what is this?”

Mother Que couldn't help but ask. That smell is truly so overwhelming, just smelling it makes people dizzy.

“This is the ‘Nine Soul Return Pill’.”

Tu Khiem did not turn his head and spoke.

"It was the old god who used ninety-nine types of poisonous substances from the highest point of strength to the highest point, and trained for seventy-seven forty-nine days to achieve it."

“If a normal person drinks it, in the blink of an eye, their intestines will be destroyed, turning into a pool of blood.”

"But if your body carries evil energy, this pill will treat the poison and force the evil energy out of your body."