newbobooks Chapter 905 Fall
Chapter 905 Fall
Xu Zize's final words were like a thunderbolt, striking Jing Chunxi's head. She felt a loud buzzing in her head, and everything in front of her instantly became blurry and distorted. All sounds faded away like a tide, and the world fell into a dead silence.
Her hands holding the railing suddenly loosened, her body went limp, she could no longer exert any strength, and could not find any support. She felt that the ground under her feet was not a solid floor, but a bottomless black abyss, and she was falling rapidly and irretrievably.
Then, she suddenly leaned forward, headfirst, and fell straight over the railing! "Xi'er——!"
“Girl!!”
“Princess——!”
"Do not…"
...
All the people arguing downstairs were terrified by this sudden change. Although they reacted very quickly and jumped up and rushed downstairs at the fastest speed, they were still some distance away and could not reach them.
Xiaoyu, who had been guarding the stairs and watching the chaos at the gate, was at a loss. At this critical moment, she burst into a crying scream: "Princess..."
Without even thinking, she lunged forward, spreading her limbs as if ready to die, and fell straight onto the bluestone floor where Jing Chunxi was about to fall, trying to catch her with her small body.
"Xiaoyu! No!"
Everyone gasped in shock. This girl was only a few years old. If she was hit directly by the princess falling from such a height, her internal organs would definitely be shattered!
"The princess!"
"The princess!"
Fortunately, July and September, who had been hiding under the eaves nearby, moved! They were the closest, and their figures shot out like lightning, swooping down from the left and right.
Yet, they were still a split second too late, their fingertips barely managing to touch the fluttering hem of the princess's robe. Without hesitation, they twisted their bodies in mid-air, forcing their shoulders to absorb most of the force of the fall. Then, with all their might, they jerked Jing Chunxi's body upward, attempting to dissipate the force.
The three of them landed almost simultaneously, making a dull thud. July and September's cushioning changed Jing Chunxi's trajectory, preventing his head from hitting the ground directly. However, one of Jing Chunxi's legs still inevitably slammed into Xiaoyu's stomach.
"Ugh!" Xiaoyu's eyes went dark in pain, and a sweet and fishy taste surged in her throat. She almost fainted instantly, but she still held on, crying weakly and anxiously: "Princess...you...you must not be in any harm...wuwu..."
After she finished speaking, she lost all her strength and collapsed on the cold stone slab, not moving an inch. Her crying became fainter.
"The princess' pulse is stable, and she's fine. It's just..." Doctor Duan was stroking his graying beard, his brow furrowed. "She seems to have been greatly stimulated, and her mind is damaged, so she doesn't want to wake up."
He received an urgent summons from the palace, and specially brought along Imperial Physician Liu, who was best at internal medicine, and Imperial Physician Chen, who was proficient in external medicine. After the three took turns diagnosing his pulse, their conclusions were surprisingly consistent.
Xu Zize stumbled at the words, his handsome face turning pale. He grabbed onto Doctor Duan's sleeve, his fingertips trembling. "Please, think of a way... She's only thirteen!" His voice was filled with tears, his cold, peach-shaped eyes now bloodshot, as if he were about to kneel down and beg.
"Your Highness, please go back." Prince Jing suddenly waved his sleeves, his tone as cold as iron, "If Xi'er were awake at this moment, she would never want to see you."
He took a step forward, blocking his granddaughter's bedside, a terrifying aura emanating from him. Xu Dingchun also clenched his fists tightly, his eyes bloodshot, like a lion whose scales had been touched.
If it weren't for Xu Zize's identity and the presence of the imperial physician, the three of them would probably have really fought.
The three of them had originally planned this argument in order to lure Jing Chunxi downstairs to persuade her, and take the opportunity to let her vaguely know the outline of the events that were being spread outside, thereby temporarily postponing the questioning of that fatal issue.
Who would have thought that this usually tough eldest daughter would be so obsessed. When she heard the key point, her mind was shocked and she fell directly from the railing on the second floor.
Xu Dingchun and Prince Jing exchanged a glance, each seeing deep regret in the other's eyes. If Xu Zize hadn't made this risky move, how could their little girl Xi have suffered such a disaster?
At this moment, they didn't even dare to disturb the old princess's courtyard next door, let alone let Jing Qiurong know, so they had to keep the news sealed in the house inside the Moon Gate.
But how long can it be concealed?
"In my forty years of medical practice, this type of illness is incredibly rare," Doctor Duan sighed heavily, the wrinkles on his forehead deepening. "There are, however, accounts of 'soul-leaving syndrome' among the people. Sufferers, unwilling to face reality, imprison themselves in nightmares."
He looked out the window at the falling pear blossoms and murmured, "I need to go back to the Imperial Hospital and look through ancient texts. Perhaps I can try acupuncture with golden needles to stimulate his mind."
"Then this little girl..." Xu Dingchun hesitated and turned his gaze to Liu, the imperial physician who was taking Xiaoyu's pulse.
This girl risked her life to protect Jing Chunxi when he fell, which led to this disaster. She was unwilling to leave during the few moments she was still conscious, and struggled to crawl back to the princess's bed. Everyone had no choice but to set up a sickbed next to the bed.
"Fortunately, only one rib was broken, and his life is safe." Imperial Physician Liu carefully covered Xiaoyu with the brocade quilt. He turned and exchanged a glance with Imperial Physician Chen before continuing, "But his abdomen was severely injured, and all his internal organs were damaged. At his age, I dare not use harsh medicine. I can only slowly nourish him with ginseng and astragalus. It will take three to five years for him to recover."
"Two female doctors have to stay here to watch over him day and night for the next few days." Doctor Duan was writing down two prescriptions, and the ink cast a deep shadow on the rice paper.
He caught a glimpse of three men of noble status pacing anxiously in the boudoir, while none of the women who should have been crying and pouring out their hearts were there. He knew there must be something hidden behind this, so he pretended not to see anything.
Xu Zize nearly tripped over the threshold as he chased out. He grabbed the strap of Doctor Duan's medicine box and said in a hoarse voice, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper: "Master Duan, when will she wake up?"
"Every day, she needs to rub her limbs with blood-activating ointment, live like a normal person, and let people around her talk to her more."
Doctor Duan was looking at the eldest prince's red eyes, and finally lowered his voice and said, "The princess is fine, but my heart is broken. This kind of heart disease... ultimately requires heart medicine to heal."
"Is there no other way?" Xu Zize's knuckles were clenched white.
"Perhaps..." Doctor Duan hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "The only way is to give her a stimulus that she cannot accept, fighting poison with poison, and perhaps awaken her fallen soul."
Xu Zize's hand slowly dropped. The afternoon sun shone through the carved window lattice, casting fragmented light and shadows on his pale face. He suddenly grabbed at his hair like a madman, and the jade crown fell with a sound, leaving his black hair scattered all over his shoulders.
"How could this happen... How could this happen!" He roared repeatedly, digging his nails deep into his scalp, as if trying to tear out all the regret in his head.
It was clearly spring outside the window, and there was a festive atmosphere, but in his eyes there was only a dark and gloomy grayness.