On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Chapter 2202 Medicinal Diet Test Results

Back at the Prince's residence, the two went to see the First Madam together. The nanny said that the First Madam was fine and had just gone to see Madam Cao and had not yet returned to her courtyard.

The two left again, but before they even reached the courtyard, a guard came looking for Huo Changhe.

Yan Ruyu said, "Your Highness, please go ahead and attend to your business. We'll talk when you return."

Huo Changhe checked the time and instructed, "Don't wait for me for dinner. I might be back a little late. If it's too late, you should rest early and don't wait for me."

Yan Ruyu handed him two red fruits: "If you come back late and need to eat out, go to Qian's Restaurant. Be careful."

Huo Changhe nodded and left with his guards.

Yan Ruyu hurried back to her room, closed the door behind her, took a deep breath, and her consciousness sank into her personal space.

Several transparent sample bottles were neatly arranged on the experimental table inside the space, each with a different label.

These were all medicinal meals from Yishengtang that Huo Changhe had his guards buy randomly. They were a complete range of products, covering most of the medicinal meal categories sold by Yishengtang.

Yan Ruyu walked to the front of the stage, picked up a latest test report, and found that the pH, composition analysis, microbial content, etc., were all within the normal range, just like the test results of all previous samples - without any abnormalities.

She picked up another sample bottle containing ginseng soup and examined it carefully against the light.

The broth was clear, with a few goji berries floating on top. It had a rich aroma and looked no different from ordinary nourishing medicinal dishes.

These seemingly harmless medicinal diets, along with the tea snacks at Baixing Tea House that tested negative for any problems, were closely linked to a series of acute illness cases.

“The tea is fine, the medicinal cuisine is fine…” Yan Ruyu muttered to herself, her brows furrowed into a deep frown. “Then how did Liu Zian, Madam Cao, and those people in the west of the city fall ill?”

She raised her hand to rub her temples, her mind racing as she sorted through all the clues.

The patients all shared the common characteristic of having consumed Yishengtang medicinal diets, and some had also visited Baixing Tea House. Their symptoms included organ damage and sudden acute illness, but the key source of the disease could not be found.

Like a jigsaw puzzle, most of the pieces are in place, but the most crucial piece is missing, making the whole truth unclear.

Could there be a problem with the testing method?

Yan Ruyu walked to the instrument, took out another sample of medicinal cuisine, and switched to a more precise testing mode.

The hum of the instrument was particularly clear in the quiet space. The data on the screen refreshed little by little, and finally still showed "No abnormal toxins or harmful components detected".

She was filled with doubts.

The other party's methods must be extremely covert. Either the toxins require specific conditions to be activated in the body, or the pathogenic medium is not in the tea or medicinal cuisine itself.

But what exactly was it? Was it the objects she had touched, the air she had breathed, or...? Had she overlooked a seemingly insignificant detail?

Thinking of this, Yan Ruyu recalled the abbot's spiritual spring water.

After drinking it, the patients' conditions were suppressed to varying degrees. Although it could not cure the disease, it could temporarily slow down its deterioration.

This reassured her somewhat, at least for now there was still room for maneuver.

"Hopefully the spiritual spring water can last a little longer, and we'll eventually find a breakthrough."

When I exited the space, it was already completely dark outside the window, and candles were lit inside, casting a dim, yellowish glow over the room.

Just as she stepped out of the inner room, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, and Linlang ran in.

"Master," Linlang said quickly, "Liu Zian's condition has deteriorated. Just now, a maid came to report that his face was flushed and he was almost delirious!"

Yan Ruyu's heart tightened. Without thinking, she got up and walked out.

As soon as I reached the gate of the courtyard, I heard faint groans coming from inside the house.

Yan Ruyu pushed open the door and entered, only to see Liu Zian lying on the bed, his face flushed red, his lips cracked, his eyes closed, and his breathing heavy, clearly suffering from a high fever.

"You all go out first and stand guard outside the door. Don't let anyone come in and disturb us," Yan Ruyu said in a deep voice, her tone leaving no room for argument.

The maids and guards inside the room quickly responded and withdrew, closing the door behind them.

Yan Ruyu walked quickly to the bedside, reached out and touched Liu Zian's forehead. The burning temperature made her frown even more.

Without delay, she immediately took out a thermometer from her spatial storage. After measuring her temperature, she found that it was close to 40 degrees Celsius. If the fever continued, it would likely cause more serious damage to her internal organs.

She quickly took out the fever-reducing injection and the accompanying medication, gently inserted the needle into Liu Zian's vein, and slowly pushed in the cool liquid. Based on his symptoms, she also added some anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs.

Then he sat on the edge of the bed and wiped Liu Zian's forehead and neck with a damp towel from time to time to help lower his temperature physically.

The candlelight flickered, illuminating her focused profile. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but she was oblivious, her eyes fixed on Liu Zian's face and the changes in his breathing.

Time passed slowly, and half an hour quietly went by.

Liu Zian's forehead temperature gradually decreased, his face changed from red to a light flush, his breathing became much more steady, and his consciousness slowly began to clear.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still somewhat bewildered, as he looked at Yan Ruyu by the bedside.

"Your...Your Highness..." His voice was hoarse, filled with deep guilt, "I've troubled you again...I was confused before and was rude to you and Brother Changxu. Please forgive me."

Seeing that he was awake, Yan Ruyu breathed a sigh of relief and handed him a glass of warm water: "Drink some water first to soothe your throat."

Liu Zian struggled to sit up, but Yan Ruyu reached out and helped him lean against the headboard.

He took the water glass and sipped it slowly. The dryness in his throat was relieved a lot, and his eyes became much clearer.

"I'm so sorry." Liu Zian put down his water glass, his expression extremely sincere. "I said many things I shouldn't have said before, and now that I think about it, I feel extremely ashamed."

"If it weren't for your rescue, I'm afraid I would be dead already."

Looking at his sincere expression, Yan Ruyu said calmly, "It's a good thing that you can recognize your mistakes."

However, you should apologize to Changxu, not me.

Whether he forgives you for the verbal offense you committed that day ultimately depends on his will.

Liu Zian nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I understand."

Once I'm feeling better, I will personally apologize to Brother Changxu. Whatever he asks of me, I will accept it.

Yan Ruyu nodded, suddenly recalling the sound of the zither she had heard at the meeting.

Liu Zian is both a user of Yishengtang medicinal cuisine and a patient suffering from the disease, so perhaps he knows something.

She changed the subject, looked directly at Liu Zi'an, and asked seriously, "I have a question for you. Think about it carefully."

Have you ever heard the sound of a zither while drinking tea at Baixing Teahouse in the city, or taking medicinal meals from Yishengtang?