Upon hearing Emperor Chu ntion using death row prisoners for experints, the casual yet ruthless aura resembled that of a dominant figure, even sharper and colder than a hawk.
Song Ci’s heart trembled, and she shrank slightly, lowering her gaze.
This is royal authority.
Only Master Buhui clasped his hands together and recited "Amitabha Buddha."
As a monk, compassionate by nature, he just uttered one word without saying much more.
Being able to use death row prisoners instead of ordinary healthy civilians was already considered the Emperor’s rcy.
Once Emperor Chu gave the order, soone would execute it; the screen was covered and taken down again.
Song Ci said, "It’s best to create a sealed chamber; that way, the effects might be observed more quickly and the observation ti shortened."
Buhui gazed over and said, "Madam is well versed in this thod."
Song Ci curled her lips: "I co from a humble background in agriculture. It’s like the greenhouses we built in recent years. With tight coverage and controlled temperatures, the seeds ripen faster, don’t they? Understanding one principle leads to understanding many; that’s how I see it. Master Buhui, don’t praise . I believe you think the sa way."
Buhui smiled: "Indeed, it’s such a pity there’s only one screen. Otherwise, separating them could help observe each individual’s constitution. I heard from so monks that certain people’s blood acts as a detoxifying agent and can resist mineral harm."
Song Ci almost blurted out, that’s called an antibody.
Luckily, she refrained from boasting; otherwise, the keen minds here would surely suspect her of being so kind of demon.
Doctor Lu, hearing their conversation, began to doubt his decades of learning. Were his studies worthless? How could his dical knowledge seem so ignorant compared to theirs?
"If it indeed is the harm from these minerals, in your view, Master, how should the Empress Dowager’s health be managed?" Doctor Lu focused on the most pressing concern.
Buhui replied, "Damage is done; it can only be nurtured back slowly. Fortunately, the Empress Dowager has only been exposed to the screen for a short ti. Otherwise, if it had been for years, not even an Immortal could save her."
The crowd was shocked, especially Emperor Chu, whose imperial body swayed involuntarily as turbulence brewed in his eyes.
Song Ci was the calst of all. Indeed, there was sothing to be thankful for—radiation, unlike poison. In this era, there is no effective cure. If it had been prolonged radiation exposure, she would have already perished.
"But with the sa material, Madam’s situation is sowhat stronger than the Empress Dowager’s, even though Madam’s body is nearly exhausted..." Doctor Lu’s words faded under Song Zhiyuan’s gaze.
Beads of sweat ford rapidly on his forehead.
It was over.
Song Ci laughed and teased, "Is Doctor Lu suggesting I don’t have many years left to live?"
Doctor Lu knelt down: "I dare not."
"Get up now; you are of age, too. No need to kneel. I know my own body well; indeed, I don’t have many years left, and that’s a fact."
Song Zhiyuan frowned: "Mother." He didn’t like to hear those words.
Song Ci patted his hand and said, "Truth is truth. Everyone must face death eventually, and I, your old mother, have co to terms with it. As for what Doctor Lu said, it’s quite simple. My bead necklace consists of only a few beads, and I don’t wear it day and night. My maid just pins it to my chest when matching outfits, so the mineral harm affected quickly due to my poor health. As for the Empress Dowager..."
She took a breath and said, "Because it was a filial gift from the Emperor, with good aning, the Empress Dowager kept it in her bedroom, viewing it day and night, thus being exposed to its harm constantly. You all saw just now how much larger that mineral screen is compared to my bead necklace, and being together day and night, it’s no wonder her symptoms are severe."
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