My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived-Chapter 34 - His Princess Consort is the Jiangnan Female Divine Doctor

No matter the situation, Chu You would never change her arrogant nature.

Save Su Yuan, right?

Fine, I’ll indulge you.

A flicker of emotion passed through her eyes as Chu Baihan turned around and spoke softly to Ruolan, “Ruolan, bring the things here.”

“Yes.”

Ruolan quickly brought over a box.

They had come prepared to Guangming Hall.

The people didn’t want to leave and just watched her closely.

A few imperial physicians could not help but snicker, waiting to see her make a fool of herself.

Chu Baihan didn’t bother with them.

Let them watch if they wanted to.

Without even blinking, she quickly arranged the silver needles in a row, then pulled open Su Yuan’s clothes, her hands moving like blooming flowers, swiftly inserting the silver needles into each acupuncture point.

“This, this…”

“Silver Purple Thirteen Needles,” an old imperial physician said with a trembling voice.

The disdain on the faces of the other imperial physicians and doctors began to fade, replaced by a look of fervor.

Liu Shuxin’s heart sank little by little at the sight.

In the past, there was a very skilled divine doctor named Silver Purple who had created a set of acupuncture called the Silver Purple Thirteen Needles.

It was so masterful that it could bring back the dead.

But this technique had been lost for a long time, and these medical practitioners only vaguely knew a few of its steps.

So when Chu Baihan used the needles, they could recognize at a glance that this must be the legendary Silver Purple Thirteen Needles.

Others might not understand the importance of this technique, but seeing these imperial physicians and doctors craning their necks to not miss any movement of Chu Baihan’s hands, they could guess a thing or two—this woman was no ordinary person.

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Some doctors even hurriedly took out pen and paper to note it down, attempting to learn it.

Ruolan, watching from the side, was extremely anxious.

Wasn’t it said that medical skills and martial arts were all unique secrets?

The Princess Consort’s secret techniques were being watched and learned by others.

But Chu Baihan was extremely calm.

She knew their intentions.

But if the Silver Purple Thirteen Needles could really be learned just by watching a few times, it wouldn’t be close to being lost.

This technique was all about adapting to the situation.

Every patient required different needles; the slightest mistake could be fatal.

Across from Guangming Hall, Yan Lin and others were at the window.

Because they were at a distance, they couldn’t see how Chu Baihan was using the needles, but they could hear the common people below discussing the Silver Purple Thirteen Needles.

“Silver Purple Thirteen Needles?

The Princess Consort can actually use this long-lost technique?”

Wei Jia’s eyes were filled with fervor, and he was about to jump out of the window.

“Wait, wait a moment, Doctor Wei, calm down,” thankfully, Yan Lian reacted quickly enough to hold him back.

Otherwise, without any martial arts skills, jumping from here would have cost him his life.

It was only then that Wei Jia realized, holding his hair awkwardly and saying, “Sorry, I was too anxious, I forgot this is the second floor.”

The Princess Consort was saving someone now, and running over there would only get in her way.

It was better to hold back for now.

His emotions gradually calmed down.

“Doctor Wei, what is this Silver Purple Thirteen Needles?” Yan Lian couldn’t help but ask curiously.

“This, Ninth Prince, I also find it difficult to explain clearly to you.

You only need to know, anyone who can perform this acupuncture technique can be called a divine doctor,” Wei Jia’s words still could not hide his excitement.

Is it that impressive?

Yan Lian swallowed hard.

“Eighth Brother, your wife has such skills, and yet it took you so long to let her detoxify you,” he turned back and complained to Yan Lin.

If Eighth Brother had trusted his wife sooner, wouldn’t the detoxification have been much simpler?

Throughout it all, Yan Lin showed no very apparent reaction; he picked up his teacup and slowly savored the tea.

But only he himself knew that his heart was somewhat unsettled.

He had always suspected that her medical skills were good, but he had not expected them to be this impressive.

The imperial grandmother had always mentioned that there was a female divine doctor in Jiangnan, and she had come from Jiangnan.

Could it be that she was that divine doctor?

At this thought, Yan Lin’s eyes flickered.

“By the way, Eighth Brother, although your wife currently wears a veil, it’s inevitable that someone could recognize her, wouldn’t that put her in great danger?”

Yan Lian became worried about this matter.

If those people know that there is a divine doctor by Eighth Brother’s side, they definitely won’t let it go.

Previously, even Wei Jia had been the target of an assassination.

It wasn’t until later that they confirmed Wei Jia really couldn’t cure Eighth Brother’s poison that his life was spared.

“Oh, if only I had known, I would have stopped your wife from opening a clinic or even coming to Guangming Hall,” Yan Lian said, grabbing his hair, with a worried look on his face.

“Her temperament and her desires are unstoppable by anyone,” Yan Lin coldly spoke out at that moment.

She must be the most special woman he had ever encountered.

“Ah?

Eighth Brother, does this mean you agree to her exposing her medical skills?” Yan Lian asked anxiously.

“Ziyi, Ziwu.” Yan Lin did not answer him, but called out to the two people behind him.

“Master.”

“Starting today, you two must watch the Princess Consort closely around the clock, and no mistakes are allowed,” he said sternly.

“Yes, Master.”

Listening to this, Yan Lian felt both worried and happy.

Eighth Brother really does care about his wife.

Well, let things take their natural course; they can’t hide forever, can they?

If Eighth Brother’s eyes are cured one day, he will have to declare it to the world.

“By the way, Eighth Brother, Su Yuan is no good fellow; why would your wife agree to save him?” Yan Lian continued with his doubts.

“Just watch, her actions…

must have their reasons.”

For once, Yan Lin’s face showed no suspicion.

Inside Guangming Hall, everyone held their breath with intense focus.

When the last silver needle was placed, Su Yuan actually opened his eyes.

“Commandery Prince, Princess Consort, the Princely Heir has awakened, the Princely Heir has awakened!” a servant shouted loudly.

Su Qiong hurriedly brought people over, his voice trembling uncontrollably, “Yuan’er, Yuan’er, how do you feel?”

Su Yuan was unable to move or speak; as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Chu Baihan, his eyes filled with hatred and a desire to kill.

Meanwhile, Chu Baihan slowly pulled out the needles one by one, then leisurely wiped her fingers.

She turned her back to the crowd and mouthed to Su Yuan, “Live well, live a life worse than death.”

Su Yuan grew even more agitated; he wanted to speak, but couldn’t even move his lips.

Moreover, his body began to suffer bouts of pain, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his flesh, and he could only glare intensely.

His gaze was fierce, and his eyeballs almost bulged out.

Seeing this, the Princess Consort of Su Commandery asked anxiously, “Do you have any other method to help Yuan’er speak or move?”

Chu Baihan spoke calmly, “It’s a miracle that the Princely Heir could awaken.

To return to his original state is beyond the reach of medical skills.

However, if the Princess Consort can find another way, there may still be hope.”

“What way?”

“Marriage celebration,” Chu Baihan’s gaze swept over Chu You and Liu Shuxin, then she said these two words coldly.