Chapter 303: Cold Poison
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Creak!
The door opened from the inside, revealing a young boy dressed as a servant, lie stood by the door, inviting Gu Qingluan inside.
Once inside, Gu Qingluan noticed that the room was much larger than she had imagined.
The air was filled with a faint medicinal scent.
They passed several decorative bird and flower screens as a young man approached them.
He had a slender figure and was dressed in a blue and green silk robe embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns. His refined appearance complemented his clothing, giving him an air of elegance and nobility.
When he saw Gu Qingluan, a hint of surprise flickered in his eyes. Perhaps he hadn’t expected her to be so young.
Although Gu Qingluan wore a mask, her exposed skin revealed her age to some extent.
Quickly, he concealed his astonishment and greeted her with a cupped fist, saying, “Are you Mr. Jun? 1 am Zhou Qingyu, a member of the Zhou family in Southern Qing. I have taken the liberty of inviting Mr. Jun here. If there is any inconvenience caused, 1 hope Mr. Jun can forgive us.”
Gu Qingluan looked at the legendary young master of the Zhou family, and he matched her expectations.
He seemed to be quite polite, but given that he was now seeking her assistance, it was normal for him to be on his best behavior.
Gu Qingluan asked directly, “What made you think of finding me?”
Zhou Qingyu did not hide anything and replied, “Just now, a friend witnessed Mr. Jun’s extraordinary medical skills at the Shadow Tower. Your acupuncture technique was truly remarkable. I thought of inviting Mr. Jun to see if you could possibly cure my younger sister’s stubborn ailment.”
Gu Qingluan had a hunch that it was the performance at the Shadow Tower that had drawn their attention. After hearing his explanation, she wore an expression that seemed to say, “I knew it.”
“Where is she?”
“Please follow me, Mr. Jun.”
The person was in the inner room.
Zhou Qingyu drew aside a curtain, inviting Gu Qingluan inside.
Once inside, the medicinal scent grew stronger.
A pearwood bed was draped with pink gauze curtains. Through the hazy curtains, one could vaguely see a person lying on the bed.
By the bedside stood a maidservant dressed in purple. When she saw Gu Qingluan enter, a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.
Could someone this young truly cure the young lady?
Gu Qingluan signaled for her to hang up the curtains.
The maidservant named Ziyin moved her lips.
Zhou Qingyu frowned. “Ziyin, what are you standing there for?”
Startled by his words, Ziyin quickly rolled up the bed curtains and hung them on a nearby hook.
The woman on the bed came clearly into view.
She was quite beautiful, but what surprised Gu Qingluan was that she didn’t resemble Zhou Qingyu at all.
At this moment, her complexion was pale, with dark circles under her eyes. Her thin lips were colorless, and her chin appeared pointed due to her thinness, giving her a somewhat pitiful look.
With just one glance, Gu Qingluan immediately identified the root of the problem, “Is this a manifestation of the congenital cold poison passed down from her mother?”
Through careful observation alone, Gu Qingluan was able to pinpoint the cause of Zhou Qingyun’s illness. Her reputation as a highly regarded physician by word of mouth was clearly well-deserved!
Zhou Qingyu’s eyes brightened, and he nodded, saying, “Exactly! When my mother was pregnant with Qingyun, she was ambushed by enemies and poisoned with cold poison. Little did we know that when Qingyun was born, this cold poison transferred to her. Back then, if it weren’t for a great physician sealing the cold poison within her body, she wouldn’t have survived beyond three years. However, as Qingyun grew older, the seal gradually weakened, and resealing it proved futile. In the past two years, the cold poison has recurred several times, and Qingyun’s condition has deteriorated. In recent months, she has frequently fallen into a coma, her body turning as cold as ice. We’ve consulted many renowned doctors, but they were all helpless. Mr. Jun, do you have any way to save Qingyun?”
Gu Qingluan furrowed her brow.
Zhou Qingyu thought she might not have a solution, and his gaze dimmed slightly.
He had experienced such scenes countless times, full of hope each time, only to end in disappointment. Therefore, he didn’t feel too disheartened now.
“If Mr. Jun can’t treat her, it’s fine. I know Qingyun’s illness is not ordinary. Even the eminent physician Haisheng from the Canghai Palace was helpless, saying that she can at most live until the age of twenty-two. Perhaps this is…”
Gu Qingluan interrupted him, saying, “Who said I can’t handle it?”