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Love's Melody
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The fragrant scent of flowers lingered in the air, subtly penetrating the lungs. Ying Luo suddenly woke up—this aroma was peculiar!
Weakly gripping the edge of the bed, Ying Luo surveyed the simple little room, her inquisitive gaze finally resting on the incense burner atop the rosewood table.
The spice kept her alert yet left her limbs powerless; it seemed that those who brought her here were not ordinary. With no choice but to remain calm amidst uncertainty, Ying Luo resolved to take a detoxifying pill from her pouch and swallowed it.
It was unclear how long it had been when the door was opened again. A woman in a pink silk gown was escorted in the center, gracefully stepping forward.
Her strength gradually returning, Ying Luo looked up at the woman in the elegant attire, with delicate brows and a beautiful face.
Having traveled through four kingdoms, this woman could indeed be considered one of the top beauties of Chuanlan Kingdom.
With tears still glistening in her eyes, the beautiful woman grasped Ying Luo's arm, pleading, "Please, Miss, have mercy and save Brother Ye!"
Before she could finish her sentence, a maid beside her quickly intervened, saying, "Miss, be careful; it might be a trap!"
Inhaling the sweet fragrance emanating from the beauty, Ying Luo chuckled softly; this was truly a well-crafted performance! But she wondered if this act was meant for Brother Ye's eyes?
Several maids stepped forward to assist Ying Luo as they followed the woman in silk through winding paths to a simple yet ancient bedroom.
At the far end of the rosewood bed lay an extraordinary man who appeared to be asleep but was actually in grave danger.
Ying Luo walked to the bedside amidst the tearful pleas of the woman in the palace attire, casting a silent glance at the man whose forehead was shrouded in dark energy. With her slender fingers, she gently pressed against his pulse point.
Suddenly, Ying Luo's heart jolted. She discreetly began to search for clues around her.
After pondering for a long time, Ying Luo slowly spoke, "May I ask this young lady to return my Nine Needles?"
"Can you really wake Brother Ye?"
The woman in palace attire's eyes brimmed with tears as she took the exquisitely crafted needle pouch from a nearby maid, hesitating slightly before holding it in her palm without directly handing it over.
"He has been poisoned and is at death's door; you must already know this," Ying Luo sighed lightly, feeling somewhat helpless as she continued, "Right now, we can only use the Nine Elephant Needle Technique to draw out the toxic blood within him to awaken him, and then gradually remove the poison with medicine."
"That's right! Only you can perform the Nine Elephant Needle Technique!" The woman in palace attire hurriedly handed over the needle pouch, but could not help but plead once more.
"When I perform the acupuncture, I must concentrate and maintain my focus. Please have the others step back and wait quietly."
After saying this, Ying Luo ignored everyone else and quietly sat by the bed, opening the needle pouch.
As a healer, even though she knew she had fallen into a heavy trap, she ultimately could not bear to disregard a life.
Ying Luo forced a smile as she cast aside all distractions, focusing entirely on the sharp needle tip that was just over an inch long.
In no time, Ying Luo had inserted dozens of needles into various points on the man's body. Only one needle remained to complete the process, but it was also the most perilous one.
Ying Luo took the handkerchief offered by the woman in the palace attire and wiped away the beads of sweat. The sweet and fragrant scent rushed towards her, momentarily distracting her thoughts, and it took her a while to regain her composure.
"Could you please brew a bowl of ginseng soup for me?" Ying Luo deliberately put on a serious expression, and upon hearing this, the woman in palace attire immediately left the room.
Ying Luo furrowed her brows and focused her mind again, placing the final needle at the man's brow.
Fine beads of sweat oozed out as she twisted the needle, followed by a jet of dark purple blood shooting out!
The task was complete.
Ying Luo felt a sense of relief as she washed her pure white jade hands, stained with toxic blood, in the copper basin and extinguished the incense that quietly filled the room.
Gently pinching the still-burning incense in the burner, Ying Luo was about to carefully discern its ingredients when she suddenly felt two piercing gazes seemingly penetrating through her.
He woke up so soon!
Ying Luo couldn't help but look up in surprise at the man on the mahogany bed who had been unconscious. His eyes were bright and clear, showing no signs of confusion or daze. His face was chiseled and resolute, cold and indifferent, as if untouched by any sorrow or joy of this mortal world.
"Was it you who saved This King?" His voice was clear and cold, making it difficult to discern his emotions.
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