ASTRP -Chapter 94 Feng Jingge Uses Acupuncture to Save Someone

Xiao Jinghan wanted to speak, but before the words could leave his mouth, Feng Jingge spoke again.

“Help him sit up.”

Xiao Jinghan could only act first, helping Prince Chen into a seated position.

Prince Chen was unconscious and unable to sit steadily on his own, so Xiao Jinghan had no choice but to remove his shoes and climb onto the bed, pressing both hands against Prince Chen’s shoulders to keep him stable.

Once Prince Chen was secured, Feng Jingge began the acupuncture treatment.

The needles slowly entered the body, first protecting the internal organs to prevent the poison from invading further.

Then she began driving the needles to expel the toxin.

Fengchi, Tianzhu, Dazhui…

The acupoints descended one after another as she inserted each needle in sequence.

In the blink of an eye, half the time it took for an incense stick to burn had passed, and all the needles had been placed.

Feng Jingge glanced over the needles embedded in Prince Chen’s body and let out a long breath.

Raising a hand, she wiped away the thin sheen of sweat on her forehead.

It had been a long time since she’d performed acupuncture—her hands were a little rusty.

Then she rummaged through her robes and pulled out several tiny porcelain bottles.

Seeing this, the corners of Xiao Jinghan’s lips twitched uncontrollably.

Earlier, when he’d bumped into her chest…

The impact had made his head ache.

So what he’d run into earlier wasn’t her chest at all, but these bottles and jars?!

Feng Jingge swept a glance over the bottles in her hand, selected a small blue one, and poured out a black pill no larger than a grain of rice.

Pinching Prince Chen’s mouth open, she forcefully fed him the pill.

After giving him the medicine, Feng Jingge plopped down onto the other side of the bed.

The moment she sat down, Xiao Jinghan spoke.

“It’s done?”

Feng Jingge shot him a look.

“Detoxification isn’t that easy.”

“Then you—”

Knowing what he was about to say, Feng Jingge interrupted him again.

“Don’t rush me. Let me rest for a bit.”

“After I rest, I’ll continue.”

Xiao Jinghan said nothing more.

Although he stopped asking questions, his gaze remained fixed on Feng Jingge, never leaving her for a moment.

Just as she had said, Feng Jingge sat quietly for a while.

Then she rose to continue the acupuncture treatment.

But the moment she moved, Xiao Jinghan suddenly said, “You should inform Princess Consort Chen first. Give her some reassurance.”

“Mhm.” Feng Jingge nodded. “I was just about to ask her for brush, ink, paper, and inkstone to write a prescription.”

After speaking, she turned and opened the door.

The people waiting outside immediately looked over when they heard the movement.

The anxious Princess Consort Chen rushed over at once.

Seeing the Regent Prince, she hurriedly asked, “Imperial Uncle, how is the prince?”

Feng Jingge replied coldly, “After Miss Feng’s treatment, his life is no longer in danger.”

Hearing that Prince Chen’s life had been saved, everyone present let out a sigh of relief simultaneously.

Feng Jingge took in every change in their expressions before asking, “Is there brush, ink, paper, and inkstone available?”

“Miss Feng needs to write a prescription.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” the steward hurriedly replied. “Your Highness, please wait a moment—this old servant will fetch them immediately!”

After speaking anxiously, the steward dashed out of the courtyard.

Not long after, he rushed back in a hurry.

He handed the writing materials to Feng Jingge.

“Your Highness, here.”

Feng Jingge accepted them, and the door closed once more.

Carrying the four treasures of the study, she went to write the prescription.

But just as she turned around, Xiao Jinghan’s tense voice sounded behind her.

“Something’s wrong. Come take a look!”

Feng Jingge hurried over.

Xiao Jinghan looked grave.

“Blood is seeping out from where the needles were inserted.”

Halfway over, Feng Jingge suddenly paused after hearing this.

She asked,

“Is the blood dark red?”

“Mhm.”

Feng Jingge relaxed visibly and reassured him, “Don’t worry. That’s normal.”

Xiao Jinghan still looked uneasy.

“Shouldn’t you come check?”

“No need.”

Feng Jingge answered directly and confidently.

“In another quarter of an hour, the blood will gradually turn bright red.”

“When that happens, call me again.”

As she spoke, she walked over to the table.

She set down the writing materials.

Ground the ink.

Spread the paper.

Lifted the brush.

And began writing the prescription.

Not long after, the prescription was finished.

The ink on it had not yet dried. Feng Jingge pinched the corners of the paper and lifted it into the air, blowing repeatedly at the wet ink.

“The blood turned bright red.”

Xiao Jinghan’s voice suddenly rang out.

Feng Jingge gave the paper a few more hard blows before turning toward him.

“I’m coming.”

She moved toward the door.

The moment she opened it, Princess Consort Chen looked ready to speak.

But Feng Jingge beat her to it.

“Ning An, take this prescription to the pharmacy. Hurry.”

“Once the medicine is brought back, boil it in a large pot.”

Princess Consort Chen asked in confusion,

“A large pot?”

Feng Jingge answered coldly, “It’s for a medicinal bath, not for drinking.”

“Understood.”

The door closed again.

Feng Jingge returned to the bedside.

Just as Xiao Jinghan had said, the blood seeping out had already turned bright red.

Raising her hand, Feng Jingge removed the needles from Prince Chen’s back one by one.

After removing them all, she gripped both sides of Prince Chen’s spine and began manipulating upward.

The farther upward she went, the more force she used.

Prince Chen’s body trembled faintly.

But once she reached the shoulder blades, her hands suddenly met resistance.

It felt as though a thousand pounds of force were pressing downward against her.

Feng Jingge’s face turned pale.

Dense beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and the veins on the backs of her hands bulged visibly.

Even her hands began trembling.

Seeing that something was wrong with her expression, Xiao Jinghan instinctively opened his mouth to speak.

But Feng Jingge’s voice came first.

“Help me.”

Her voice sounded strained, as though she were at the end of her strength.

Xiao Jinghan frowned.

“What should I do?”

Feng Jingge spoke rapidly, “Use one hand to steady his body. Free the other hand and strike hard three times between the shoulder blades.”

“Understood.”

Xiao Jinghan stood up and raised his left hand.

Following her instructions, he struck hard three times.

The moment the three strikes landed, the oppressive thousand-pound force vanished instantly.

Feng Jingge abruptly pulled upward with both hands—

And in the next second, Prince Chen’s body shook violently.

“Bwah!”

Several mouthfuls of dark red blood burst from his mouth.

The blood splattered across the bedding.

An indescribable rotten stench quickly spread throughout the room.

The moment Feng Jingge smelled it, her brows knitted together.

She hurriedly pulled out a wad of paper from her robes, tore off a corner, rolled it up, and fashioned it into nose plugs.

Then she stuffed them into her nostrils.

Though she could still smell the odor, it was far less overwhelming than before.

After plugging her own nose, she didn’t forget Xiao Jinghan either.

Xiao Jinghan originally wanted to refuse, but seeing Feng Jingge’s warning glare telling him not to remove them—

He unexpectedly obeyed.

Just after Feng Jingge finished plugging Xiao Jinghan’s nose, Prince Chen’s weak voice sounded.

“Imperial… Imperial Uncle…”

The sudden voice startled Feng Jingge so badly that her heart tightened and her brow twitched.

Logically speaking, Prince Chen shouldn’t have awakened this quickly.

She had expected him to regain consciousness during the medicinal bath.

How could this be…

She turned around.

Prince Chen’s eyes were slightly open, his eyelids repeatedly drooping shut before forcing themselves open again.

This was… a forced reboot?

Feng Jingge frowned.

In situations like this, it usually meant the person possessed an incredibly strong obsession or lingering attachment…

And sure enough.

Prince Chen voiced the obsession weighing on his heart.

“Imperial Uncle… if your nephew cannot survive this… will you protect the three of them—mother and sons?”

Meeting Prince Chen’s gaze, Feng Jingge coldly spat out two words without hesitation.