"It’s already gotten so late."
Yang Chuxia thought she must have been really exhausted.
"Any news from Uncle Shaoling?" This was the most important thing to her right now.
"No, just a quarter of an hour ago, Aunt Dongyang sent soone to say that Uncle Shaoling, since entering the pharmacy last night, hasn’t co out yet."
Yang Chuxia nodded, thinking that indeed preparing the antidote would take ti, but she had not expected that waiting would turn into four days.
Mu Shaoling had spent a full four days in the pharmacy before coming out, during which his als were passed through a crack in the door.
"How did it go?"
The amount of ti Mu Shaoling was inside was roughly how long Yang Chuxia had waited outside.
"Divide these powders into two and brew them with boiling water, administer them in two doses half an hour apart, and continue for seven days." After a pause, Mu Shaoling added, "If there’s still no effect by then, he can only await death."
Having said that, Mu Shaoling promptly fainted in an impressive manner, thankfully Commandery Princess Dongyang was by his side to catch him.
"He..."
"He’s just exhausted, I’ll help him inside to rest. Xiaxia, you hurry back and prepare the dicine."
"Right, I’m going now." Yang Chuxia replied and, clutching the dicine powder, she ran towards the main residence, screaming before she even reached the gate, "Quickly prepare boiling water, fast!"
It was at this mont that Yangyang, his face streaked with tears, ran out, bumping right into her.
Yang Chuxia quickly pulled him up, "What happened to you?"
"Mother, Mother, please co look at Father, he can’t eat anything, we can’t even get him to drink water."
Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia dashed toward the courtyard.
She saw Lele still trying to give him water, but he wouldn’t even open his mouth now; trying to squeeze in a mouthful led to it just being spat out.
"Mother!" Hearing the sound, Lele turned his head, his face also wet with tears.
"Don’t cry, son, don’t cry." As Yang Chuxia stepped forward, she saw Ye Zi’an’s gaze seed to gradually fade, and quickly said, "Son, go get so ice blocks for your mother."
"Okay."
By now, Yang Qingtong had brought the boiling water, and Yang Chuxia swiftly prepared the dicine powder with it as per Mu Shaoling’s instructions. Shortly after, without a mont’s delay, the ice blocks Lele brought arrived, and Yang Chuxia placed the bowl of dicine amid the blocks to cool it slowly.
Without waiting to see if the dicine was still too hot, Yang Chuxia drank it herself and then funneled it straight into Ye Zi’an’s mouth.
Lele was already staring in amazent, his little heart wondering, so this was another way to administer dicine?
Yangyang too, standing at the entrance, had forgotten to cry.
And Yang Chuxia, seeing that he had taken the dicine without spitting it out, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mother, this will make it not taste bitter." The thoughtful Yangyang hurriedly took out a piece of candied fruit from his pouch.
Yang Chuxia turned and saw him holding out his little hand, her eyes curled up with a smile, and she bent down to take the candied fruit, "Thank you, darling!"
"After every ti Father gives dicine, Little Brother puts a piece in Father’s mouth to suck on." As Lele said this, Yang Chuxia realized why the child always carried candied fruit in his pouch.
"Yes, Dad should have one too." Saying this, Yangyang took out another piece from his pouch, but hesitated when placing it by Ye Zi’an’s mouth. Should he feed Father like Mother did?
Perhaps sensing his thoughts, Lele reached out and took it, then nudged Ye Zi’an’s mouth open and placed the candied fruit inside it.
"Will Dad spit out the candied fruit?" Yangyang asked.
"He shouldn’t now, he didn’t spit out the dicine just now."
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