GBP Chapter 433 Cruelty
Chapter 433 Cruelty
Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black stopped fighting, made a feint, and quickly retreated, disappearing into the depths of the streets and alleys.
Shen Yanzhou quickly picked up the unconscious Cui Zhihao and found that he was not only injured, but also breathing weakly, which meant that something else had been added to the drug.
"Quickly, get him to the medical officer!"
Shen Yanzhou was extremely anxious, and only then did he realize that his arm had also been cut, and the wound was slightly numb.
When the news reached the villa, Shi Wanxia heard that Shen Yanzhou and Cui Zhihao had been attacked, that Cui Zhihao was unconscious, and that Shen Yanzhou was also injured. She was immediately extremely anxious.
But she knew she couldn't panic at this moment, so she immediately summoned all the capable people in the government office and divided them into three teams:
One team reinforced the guards of the government office and the resettlement sheds, another team searched the entire city for the whereabouts of the men in black, and a third team, led by her personally, carried medicinal herbs to the quarantine area.
When they arrived at the quarantine area, Shen Yanzhou was pacing outside the tent. The wound on his arm had been bandaged, but his face was a little pale.
"How did you come?"
Upon seeing Shi Wanxia, Shen Yanzhou was both surprised and delighted, but then frowned.
"It's dangerous here, you should go back quickly."
"His Highness is injured and Young Master Cui is unconscious. How can I sit idly by and do nothing?"
Shi Wanxia ignored his advice and went straight into the tent to check on Cui Zhihao's condition.
"What did the physician say?"
"The physician said that the drug used to seduce him in Huai'an was laced with poison, but they couldn't identify the poison yet, so they could only keep him alive for the time being."
Shen Yanzhou's voice was filled with anxiety, "My wound is also acting strangely; it keeps feeling numb."
Shi Wanxia carefully examined Cui Zhihao's pulse and then checked the wound on Shen Yanzhou's arm. She frowned and said, "This is not an ordinary external injury or drug. The area around the wound is black and the pulse is disordered. It's like being poisoned with a slow-acting poison that will gradually numb the nerves. If it is not detoxified in time, it may be life-threatening."
"What should we do then?" Shen Yanzhou asked anxiously.
"Don't panic."
Shi Wanxia said in a deep voice, "This kind of poison is potent, but it is not incurable."
“I remember reading in medical books about a herb called ‘Seven Star Grass,’ which can neutralize hundreds of neurotoxins. It should grow in the valleys outside Chuzhou City.”
"Zhao Hu, immediately take men to the valley to find as much Seven Star Grass as possible."
Zhao Hu accepted the order and left. Shi Wanxia then turned to Shen Yanzhou: "Your Highness, do you still remember the moves and accents of those men in black? Was there anything special about them?"
Shen Yanzhou thought back carefully: "Their moves were ruthless and cunning, unlike ordinary assassins. Their accents had a distinct northern accent, and they seemed to be very familiar with the terrain of Chuzhou, which allowed them to retreat very smoothly."
"Northern accent, familiar with the terrain..."
Shi Wanxia muttered to herself, then suddenly remembered something.
“Yuan Xiaomiao and Wang Qinian are from the north, and they have been in Chuzhou for several months and know the situation here very well.”
"Could it be them?"
Shen Yanzhou suddenly realized: "Very likely! They have always been tight-lipped about the matter of supplies, and now there is an epidemic and assassination attempt. They must be the ones pulling the strings behind the scenes!"
"But we have no evidence."
Shi Wanxia calmly said, "Moreover, the most important thing now is to control the epidemic, treat patients and Young Master Cui, and not to alert them."
She pondered for a moment, then said to Shen Yanzhou, "Your Highness, immediately issue an order in your name to have Yuan Xiaomiao and Wang Qinian take charge of allocating medicinal herbs and supplies throughout the city to support the quarantine zone in the south of the city."
"If they have something to hide, they will definitely reveal their true colors."
"In addition, I will have people plant spies around them to closely monitor their every move."
Shen Yanzhou nodded in agreement and immediately went to make the arrangements.
Shi Wanxia stayed in the isolation area and personally guided the medical officers in treating patients. Based on the patients' symptoms, she prescribed several formulas to clear heat and detoxify, stop diarrhea and strengthen the body.
They also ordered strict control over all water sources, requiring them to be boiled before drinking, and sent people to thoroughly clean the resettlement sheds and burn all pollutants.
As evening fell, Zhao Hu returned with the Seven Star Grass. Shi Wanxia immediately had it brewed into a medicinal soup and fed it to Cui Zhihao.
Before long, Choi Ji-ho's complexion gradually returned to normal, and his breathing became much more even.
Shi Wanxia gave the rest of the medicine to Shen Yanzhou, and the numbness in his arm gradually disappeared.
Seeing that the two were out of danger, Shi Wanxia finally breathed a sigh of relief, but she knew that this was only a temporary victory. Yuan Xiaomiao and Wang Qinian would never let it go, and an even greater crisis was waiting for them.
As night deepened, Chuzhou City was immersed in silence, with only the tents in the quarantine zone still lit up. Shi Wanxia stood outside the tent, gazing at the starry sky, her eyes resolute.
She would never let Yuan Xiaomiao and Wang Qinian's conspiracy succeed. She would protect the people of Chuzhou and this land that had just recovered from the flood.
In the west courtyard of the Yuan family mansion in Chuzhou, the light from the gilded bronze lamp shone through the silk lampshade onto the Persian carpet, making the curled-up, snow-white body stand out starkly.
Yuan Xiaomiao lazily pushed away the naked woman in front of him, and when she collapsed to the ground, he didn't even glance at her.
He raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, with bits of jewels from the woman's hair still clinging to his fingers.
"waste."
He chuckled, his voice full of impatience.
The woman had already fallen silent, whether she had fainted or was terrified, her slender shoulders were still trembling slightly, but she didn't even have the courage to look up at him.
The servants and maids waiting under the eaves hurriedly bowed and entered, their steps as light as cats, their breathing extremely slow.
Two maids stepped forward carrying a neatly folded brocade robe, their fingertips not daring to touch Yuan Xiaomiao's fabric, but carefully unfolding it.
The servant carried a copper basin filled with warm water, steaming slightly, and a half-dry handkerchief. When he handed it to Yuan Xiaomiao, his hand was still trembling slightly.
Yuan Xiaomiao's body felt unusually heavy, and it took him three tries to fasten the jade belt around his waist—he had indulged in pleasure for many years, and his belly was already bulging, making the brocade robe he wore feel rather tight.
He let the maid tie his clothes, but his gaze fell on the two beautiful maids beside him.
The two women had just been brought back from Jiangnan yesterday. They had curved eyebrows and fair skin, and were now bowing their heads with their ears turning red.
"She does have a clever appearance."
Yuan Xiaomiao suddenly reached out and pinched the chin of the maid on his left, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin, a lewd smile spreading from the corner of his mouth.
"Once the master has finished dealing with the official business in the front hall, he will come and pamper you properly, and I guarantee you will be very happy."
The maidservant froze in fright, and could only murmur in response, not even daring to raise her head.
Yuan Xiaomiao laughed and let go of her hand, his fingertips still stained with the perfume powder from her face. He casually wiped it on the hem of his clothes, turned around and walked out, his heavy brocade boots leaving a series of heavy footsteps on the carpet.