Yun Jiao handed the remaining Mandala Flower in her hand to Lady Wu, "Feed him after the Duke swallows it."
Yun Jiao ran over to check the dicine pot on the stove again.
Jiang Youzhi was fanning vigorously with a fan, the charcoal fire in the stove was burning fiercely, orange flas licking the dicine pot, the water inside boiled quickly.
Yun Jiao instructed Da Ya, "Go get so ice, crush it, and put it in the basin to cool the dicine later."
Da Ya used Qinggong and went out.
Yun Jiao then went over to check the Duke’s pulse again.
She estimated roughly in her heart, the Duke’s current pulse rate was probably less than forty beats per minute, there was a risk of sudden cardiac arrest at any mont.
Yun Jiao kept her hand on the Duke’s pulse without letting go. She felt the pulse under her hand becoming slower and weaker.
The Mandala Flower’s juice he chewed and swallowed was really too little, and without high temperature, the active ingredients inside still needed to be digested and absorbed into the bloodstream to take effect.
Lady Wu saw the Duke’s eyes slowly closing.
She bit her lip, repressing the impending wail in her throat.
Yun Jiao felt the pulse under her hand, and she hadn’t felt a pulse beat for about ten seconds!
The heartbeat had stopped!
Beside her, Lady Wu, knowing how venomous this poison was, also had her fingers pressed on Jiang Zhongxing’s neck, and she quickly realized Jiang Zhongxing had no pulse either.
A dizzy thought rose in her mind, Zhong Xing is gone?
At this mont, Yun Jiao suddenly tore open the Duke’s clothes and began doing CPR.
Jiang Youzhi turned his head at this mont to take a look, and the fan in his hand stopped abruptly.
He saw Yun Jiao performing CPR, and he knew that only soone whose heart has stopped needed this.
His father had no heartbeat.
In that instant, a strong murderous intent rose in Jiang Youzhi’s heart, the Su Family should die, all of them!
He didn’t go over to check his father’s condition, he knew Jiao Jiao would definitely do her utmost to save his father.
His eyes turned blood-red, all his strength concentrated on the fan in his hand, the fan handle almost deford under his grip, the orange flas in the stove leapt up fiercely, nearly engulfing the dicine pot.
Perhaps because of Yun Jiao’s swift response, with not much ti for compressions, the heart within the chest under her hand slowly started beating again.
Yun Jiao released her hand when she saw the heartbeat restored.
Lady Wu had just made way for Yun Jiao, and seeing Yun Jiao release her hand now, she hurriedly went to check Jiang Zhongxing’s pulse. She soon discovered that although his pulse was slow, it had returned.
In that brief mont, Lady Wu felt as if she had traveled from hell to heaven, her chest filled with countless emotions that had no ti to be released.
She held all her emotions back tightly, yet tears still involuntarily trickled down.
Yun Jiao turned and called Jiang Youzhi, "Pour out half a bowl of the dicine first, quickly cool it down and bring it over!"
The Duke really couldn’t wait for the dicine to be simred any longer.
Jiang Youzhi quickly took a cloth, held the dicine pot, and poured out half a bowl.
Da Ya placed the bowl in the ice basin, constantly stirring it with chopsticks.
In just a mont, Da Ya brought the bowl over.
Lady Wu took the dicine bowl, and Da Ya helped the Duke sit up halfway, and Lady Wu poured the dicine into his mouth.
Though the Duke still had a heartbeat at this mont, he had lost consciousness, so of the dicine liquid trickled from the corner of his mouth, but most of it went in.
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