Chapter 983: Autumn Harvest Seeking Medical Help (4)
Cui Pingan suddenly fell ill in front of Old Lady Cui and even the famous doctors were helpless. Old Lady Cui believed her grandson had been bewitched. Had Grand Master Cui not restrained her, Old Lady Cui would have gone to the Taoist temple in a heartbeat to find a Taoist priest to perform rituals to save her grandson.
"Wait here, I need to prepare myself before I accompany you," Mo Yan frowned slightly and said to the anxious maid before turning back to her own courtyard.
She knew she wasn’t anywhere near the level of the imperial physicians at Taiyi Hospital. If even they couldn’t diagnose the illness, she certainly had no clue what to do.
The only reason she had managed to help Cui Pingan improve his health before was after significant effort; now, the only hope she could place was on the Spirit Spring Water to reduce Cui Pingan’s fever. She could have outright refused, but having known them, it was only right to at least pay a visit even if she couldn’t be of any help.
After retrieving the Spirit Spring Water, Mo Yan hesitated for a moment before cutting off a small piece of Black Lingzhi with a knife and placing it in a jade box.
She had previously used a palm-sized piece of Black Lingzhi to exchange for Ginseng with the Black Cloud Leopard and some to detoxify Xiao Ruiyuan and Chu Heng. To stimulate the potential of Mao Tuan and the others, she used some more. Although the Black Lingzhi was large and more than half remained, it was a diminishing resource. She would never take it out unless it was a matter of life and death.
At this point, Mo Yan didn’t know the specifics of Cui Pingan’s condition or whether his life was in danger. Carrying the Black Lingzhi was just a precaution—If it could save a life, great; if not, it wouldn’t spoil back in the Space. There was no reluctance on her part in using it.
With no time to spare, Mo Yan took the Spirit Spring Water and Black Lingzhi and left the Space. Quickly changing into a new outfit amidst the maid’s urgent looks, she boarded Cui family’s carriage and hurried toward Jing City. Upon arrival at Cui Mansion, the carriage entered directly through the main gate.
Recently the mansion had been frequented by doctors, and although the servants found it odd that their young lady’s carriage would enter through the main gate, they assumed there was another famed physician inside summoned by the masters, and didn’t dwell on it.
Alighting from the carriage at the second gate, the maid led Mo Yan straight to Cui Pingan’s courtyard. By that time, Cui Pingan was lying on the bed, groggy and delirious. His face was flushed bright red and his lips, purple-red with layers of dead skin, kept uttering anguished murmurs. No matter how much Old Lady Cui and Cui Qingrou called out to him, he never opened his eyes.