The naughty and cowardly little crybaby sold himself out

Chapter 210 Don’t be afraid, this is just a painting

There was no way, she really didn't understand the theory of toxicology and couldn't figure it out.

Mr. Fanglin was not there at that time, and neither was Du Benben. Although she could figure out a few poisons with her powerful memory, Dean He helped her to prepare the antidotes. He also told her not to touch the antidotes if she didn't know the poison, so as to avoid accidents. So she rarely touched the antidotes.

The poisons that he carried on his body for self-defense were all familiar to him and he had the antidotes with him.

"You stay here first, I'll go take a look. If there's anything, tell me right away." Mr. Fang Lin got up and went to the pharmacy.

He checked the medicine jar first. The residue inside was the same as the medicine he prescribed, so there couldn't be anything wrong. Could it be that the dosage was too light?

"He Yuanshou, what do you think?"

"Maybe she wasn't poisoned by the ice silkworm." Old Mr. Yun from Baicaotang took over the conversation. He always felt something was wrong yesterday, but when he entered the palace today, he saw that she had already drunk the poison.

"Bai Lishang said that she was a saint and had taken ice cardamom. Apart from this poison, I can't think of any other poison in her body." Mr. Fang Lin couldn't figure it out.

"Perhaps the poison has been resolved, and this is a normal reaction." Dean He replied, "Although there is a laxative in the antidote, if it is just neutralized, there will not be much reaction, or the reaction will come a little later. Mr. Fanglin, Princess Zhan is currently in a stable condition and her pulse is not bad. We should observe her for a while."

"This is the only way for now. We'll talk about Siming's antidote tomorrow." Mr. Fang Lin finally made the decision and ran to the main courtyard to see Chu Jian and informed Jing Muyang of their decision.

"Girl, you must stay at home today and don't go anywhere. I've asked Mr. Yun to look after you. Dean He and I are going to take a rest. If anything happens, please send someone to call us."

"Okay." Chu Jian also knew that he couldn't run around.

Just like that, more than two hours after Chu Jian took the medicine, the people in the mansion seemed to have dispersed and not dispersed.

Mr. Fanglin and Dean He went downstairs to rest, and the court physician continued to complete the tasks assigned by Mr. Fanglin in the pharmacy.

Jing Muyang was discussing matters in the study with Qingshan, Qingmu and a few guards whom he had never met before.

Chu Jian was drawing a human blood diagram that he had not completed a year ago under a big tree in the yard outside the study.

Siming woke up from his nap and sat on the low mat next to him, playing with her painting supplies. Chu Jian casually threw a piece of paper to him and let him scribble.

Old Mr. Yun was sitting on a stone bench nearby, seemingly drinking tea leisurely, but in fact he was staring at Chu Jian's every stroke. To him, the life-size blood diagram in front of him was too shocking.

Yesterday, he had the good fortune to see the anatomical drawings in the pharmacy of Prince Zhan's mansion, especially the colorful heart anatomy drawing, which was something he had never seen before and touched his blind spot.

After all, doctors like him in a clinic would not dissect a human body like a coroner. Although he had seen it, he would never be able to observe it so carefully and clearly.

Princess Zhan was able to draw very skillfully at such a young age. Did Mr. Fang Lin teach her so much? Did he know so much?

Mr. Yun couldn't help but squint his eyes, but the painting technique he saw for the first time reminded him of someone.

"Princess Zhan, I have something to ask you. Do you know Chu Anxin, the miraculous doctor with ghost hands?"

"Huh? Chu Anxin?" Chu Jian was startled. Why did he suddenly talk about this matter? "I don't know him, but I heard Dean He talk about him. Why did Mr. Yun say that? Mr. Yun knows the Ghost Hand Doctor? Are you very familiar with him?"

"I am just an ordinary doctor. How could I be familiar with the Ghost Hand Doctor? I was fortunate enough to meet him in Yuzhou two years ago. I helped him a little at that time. Last year, when he came to the capital to look for Dean He, he came to my clinic and sat for a while. He gave me a special painting. That's all."

"A special painting?"

"Yes, it's very special. It's a diagram of the structure of the human skeleton. It's very realistic. But because it's too scary, I've never shown it to anyone else."

"Bone structure diagram?" Chu Jian's mind clicked for a moment. "Mr. Yun, my next drawing is going to be a bone structure diagram. I wonder if Chu Jian would be lucky enough to see it?"

"Of course, I'll ask the medicine boy to go back and get it." Mr. Yun told the medicine boy beside him to go back. However, staring at the blood map in front of him, he couldn't help but ask, "Princess Zhan's map is so realistic, but did Mr. Fang Lin teach you?"

"No." Chu Jian admitted.

Anyway, now these people already know that she is the Saint of Tianshan Mountain, and Mr. Fanglin doesn't know these anatomical diagrams. If I force it on him, it won't make sense. It's better to just tell a lie. After all, she is a saint who has lost her memory, and no one will doubt her if she says anything.

“I don’t know where I learned it, I just can do it.”

"I heard that Princess Zhan has lost her memory, so it's normal that she doesn't remember."

As expected, Mr. Yun did not doubt her at all. In his opinion, the saint had only lost her memory, but her skills were still there. She was the successor of a miraculous doctor, and the miraculous doctor of the Tianshan Holy Land was the most invincible doctor in the world, so he naturally knew much more than Mr. Fang Lin.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh, no wonder Dean He said that Mr. Fang Lin had gotten a great bargain.

The medicine boy returned quickly and handed over a painting.

When I first saw it, I carefully opened it. It was a four-foot-wide calligraphy and painting with the skeletal structure of the human body on both sides. It had a black paper background and white-gray paint, and the painting was very realistic.

It just seems familiar no matter how I look at it. The lines and the transition methods are very similar to my own techniques.

When I first saw her, I looked left and right, and finally found the signature in the shadow on the edge of the butterfly bone on her back. It was her signature!

When I first saw it, I was so shocked that my hair stood on end and I closed the painting in an instant.

"Princess Zhan, what's wrong? Are you scared by the lifelike painting?" Old Mr. Yun stroked his beard and smiled, "My granddaughter had the same reaction as you when she saw the painting. Don't be afraid, it's just a painting."

"Indeed, it's a bit scary to stare at a skull for too long." Chu Jian patted his chest. "It's so well drawn, so he must be an excellent doctor. Master said before that the Ghost Hand Doctor might be the only one who can cure the ice silkworm poison. Now I don't know if the medicine Master prescribed is effective. I wonder if Mr. Yun can contact the Ghost Hand Doctor?"

"I can't get in touch with him. The Ghost Hand Doctor travels all over the world and never stays in one place for long. No one knows where he is."

"Then how did Mr. Yun know him?"

“It was not long after the Chinese New Year the year before last when I encountered him in Yuzhou. That day, the Ghost Hand Divine Doctor was sitting on the street crying in a daze, with some injuries on his body.

I saw that he was well dressed, so he should not be a wandering beggar. However, he was a lonely and miserable old man, and I didn't know what he had been through. He was so sad that he couldn't answer anything I asked, so I asked the servants to put him up in the inn.

I was in a hurry to return to the capital at that time, so I left some money and asked the shopkeeper to take good care of me for a few days, that was all.

It was not until he came to Beijing last year that I knew he was Chu Anxin, the miraculous doctor with ghost hands."

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