The little dumpling who had been diligently serving her dishes moments ago was now ashen-faced, toppling backward weakly, his lips tightly pressed, a deep purple hue.
The instant Feng Yinwan caught him, Luo Qingyi had already rushed over from the opposite side.
"Chenchen's poison has acted up again!"
Without a moment to spare, Feng Yinwan immediately laid him flat on the ground and swiftly sealed several vital acupoints on his chest with silver needles.
With his meridians sealed, the poison should have been stopped instantly.
But her silver needles seemed to have no effect at this moment; the poison had directly permeated through his flesh and skin!
This time, the poison was even more potent than before!
"Not good!"
As her heart tightened, Luo Qingyi had already scooped Feng Jinchan up from the ground.
He spun his palm, immediately sending his internal energy into the boy.
Luo Qingyi's internal energy was already profound, but even so, it took him a good while to painstakingly wrestle with and barely suppress the poison.
When he withdrew his energy, his complexion had visibly paled.
"Uncle..."
Luo Qingyi waved his hand and sat down to the side.
"It's nothing, I'll recover with a bit of adjustment. Let's check on Chenchen."
Feng Yinwan nodded, stepped forward to feel Feng Jinchan's pulse, administered a pill, and the tension on her face finally began to ease.
Song Qingan, unaware of the reason, had been silently anxious seeing the scene.
Now that she was free, he dared to ask cautiously.
"Wan'er, Chenchen he..."
How could such potent poison appear on a child like him?
And judging by their reactions just now, this poison must have acted up more than once.
What exactly was going on?
Feng Yinwan's lips tightened at his words, and after a moment, she shook her head weakly.
"I don't know why it's like this either. This poison has been in his body since birth. Uncle has seen it before, but there's no such poison among the hundred schools of medicine..."
Not only could she find no record of it, but she didn't even know when this poison had entered her body.
Unable to dispel it, she could only try her best to suppress it, which was why she had desperately cultivated the secret art of alchemy.
Her gaze fell on the discarded medicine box on the ground, and Feng Yinwan's brow furrowed once more.
But even so, the medicinal pills seemed to be growing less and less effective...
"How can this be..."
Song Qingan had never anticipated such a situation and was immediately astonished by her words.
Before he could even process this, Luo Qingyi, having regained his breath, spoke.
"The poison in Chenchen's body is growing extremely rapidly. If this continues, I may not be able to suppress it again."
The pills Feng Yinwan had refined before were effective, and combined with his internal energy, the little fellow's condition had clearly improved considerably.
But starting from the last two times, the poison had suddenly surged, making it even difficult for him to cope.
What the witch doctor had said back then was right: three years old was a major hurdle.
The little fellow was already two and a half years old, with only six months left until he turned three.
If the poison could not be purged by then...
Feng Jinchan might be in mortal danger!
Luo Qingyi's brow furrowed heavily and he immediately added.
"I will return to the capital tonight. Chenchen, take good care of him."
He needed to find that witch doctor again!
Knowing his intention, Feng Yinwan hesitated.
"Uncle, the capital..."
The situation within the royal family of Yue Kingdom was equally complex.
Although Luo Qingyi was a prince, his actions were often restricted. Moreover, that witch doctor held a very high position in Yue.
Surrounded by wolves and tigers, this matter would likely not be easy.
"Don't worry, I have my ways."
Further words were futile. Feng Yinwan nodded, only raising her hand to hold the small figure in her arms even tighter.