"Now you're asking us to save him, not us asking you to save him."
Shen Qingqing flicked her hand, pushing him away.
Steward Su stumbled, stepping back two paces, his expression filled with indignation. "Inviting you to save the Little Prince is also an honor bestowed upon you."
"Good heavens, am I saving some god?"
Shen Qingqing was almost amused to the point of anger.
How could he utter such shameless words?
Steward Su's face remained taut, showing no awareness that his words were inappropriate. "The Little Prince's status is noble. If you can save him, the royal family will naturally show their gratitude. But if you intend to use the Little Prince as an experiment for fame and fortune..."
His expression grew colder, and he spoke word by word.
"You wouldn't want to experience the royal family's methods."
"Whether I can save him or not remains to be seen." Shen Qingqing was not one to be threatened. "If you continue to act superior to me, I will refuse to treat him. Please find someone else."
The old man beside her adjusted his collar, glanced at Steward Su, and let out a malicious laugh.
"I also refuse."
"You dare!"
Steward Su had investigated the old man after his return and knew that he was indeed a renowned poison doctor, with no poison he couldn't cure.
The Little Prince's poison could only be resolved by him.
The old man sneered, "Threatening me? Then I'll show you if I dare!"
He said this, then put down the silver needles in his hand and turned to leave without hesitation.
Steward Su reprimanded, "You stop right there!"
The old man paid him no mind.
Steward Su, furious, ordered his men to stop the old man. The old man, unhurried, took out a palm-sized white bottle from his pocket.
"I'll say it upfront: if you resort to force, I will not be responsible for curing any poison for you."
To put it bluntly, the old man was covered in poison.
Not only external poisons, but even his blood possessed corrosive properties.
With just the people present, they couldn't stop him. No matter how skilled they were, what use was it against a poison that could instantly paralyze someone?
Shen Qingqing calmly advised, "I suggest you'd best not make a move."
Steward Su glared at her, "You instigated all of this, and you still have the nerve to speak?"
"I'm trying to be helpful," Shen Qingqing said slowly. "When the poison doctor made his move, no one else could help. If you want the situation to spiral out of control, then by all means."
The bodyguards here were all tasked with keeping these people in check. Once the bodyguards fell...
Wouldn't everyone just take to their heels and run? Who would be willing to stay here?
Steward Su gritted his teeth, remaining silent for a long time.
For him to speak now would be to admit defeat and bow his head, which would not only cost him his dignity but also the dignity of the Little Prince and even the royal family.
He couldn't bring himself to do it.
Shen Qingqing, holding Fu Jing Shu's hand, walked towards the old man. King followed behind. The bodyguards watched menacingly but dared not make a move.
They had already learned from others about the capabilities of these two men.
Not to mention that the woman had restrained Steward Su with just one hand earlier.
Neither of them was easy to deal with.
Shen Qingqing looked at Steward Su and said softly, "Steward Su, we are waiting for your answer."
Steward Su was in a difficult position, unable to advance or retreat. To apologize would damage the royal family's prestige, but to remain silent would clearly not be accepted by the other party.
However, upon careful consideration, he had no other choice.
Either apologize, or let the Little Prince die.
The latter was a price he could not bear.
"I apologize."
He braced himself mentally and spoke expressionlessly, "It was my fault. I was too arrogant. I implore you and the poison doctor to cure the Little Prince. Once the Little Prince recovers, I will be eternally grateful."
Truly a remarkable individual, capable of both bending and standing tall.
Shen Qingqing felt a surge of emotion, then turned to the old man. "What is your opinion?"
After all, it was the old man who had been wronged. She had no intention of making a decision for him.
The old man was the type to yield to gentleness, not to force. If the other party had insisted on being arrogant, he would have likely thrown down a dose of poison. But seeing their good attitude, he no longer minded.
"As you wish. I'll listen to you."
Steward Su immediately looked at Shen Qingqing. Having apologized once, a second apology was much easier.
"I apologize. My attitude earlier was poor. Please, Madam Fu, do not hold it against me. The Little Prince's life is in danger, and every moment counts. Please prioritize saving him."
Shen Qingqing snorted, appearing somewhat satisfied. "If you had said that earlier, wouldn't it have been fine?"
Steward Su's expression was stiff. "It is all my fault."
Shen Qingqing and the old man did not intend to press their advantage. Since they had received an apology, they naturally began to ponder the matter of saving the child. After discussing for a while, they finally reached a conclusion.
"He will definitely remain unconscious."
"What does that mean?" Steward Su asked, but was immediately glared at by the old man, as if he was being chided for his excessive curiosity. Steward Su stifled his words.
The old man continued, "I need some time to analyze this poison before I can develop an antidote. The toxicity has been temporarily suppressed, but to suppress it, this needle inserted into the acupoint cannot be moved. Otherwise, if the poison spreads throughout his body, he will surely die."
But precisely because of this needle, he would be unable to wake up for the time being.
Shen Qingqing stated calmly, "Although he cannot wake up for the moment, his life is at least out of danger. He will simply need to remain unconscious for a while. Once the antidote is developed, he will naturally be able to wake up."
Steward Su became anxious. "This won't do!"
"Why not?"
Steward Su hesitated to speak.
Shen Qingqing gave him a look. "I hate it most when people stop talking mid-sentence. If you don't want to say, then forget it. I'm tired and need to rest."
"Wait a moment!"
Steward Su knew he had no choice but to speak. He said, "Wang does not know about the Little Prince being poisoned. If he finds out, the consequences will be unimaginable."
This was also why he was so eager to have the Little Prince cured.
On one hand, he was genuinely worried, and on the other, he feared being discovered by the royal family.
Shen Qingqing was curious. "Why? What can Wang do if he finds out? Will he kill us all? He'd rather go find the person who poisoned him."
Killing the person who cures him, and innocent people, what kind of king is that?
Steward Su shook his head. "You don't understand. The King's actions are unpredictable; no one can fathom them."
Shen Qingqing gave him a look. "I'm too lazy to try and fathom it. But I must tell you, this is already the best way to save Pei Ji."
"Now we need to test his blood to detect the components of the poison and research an antidote."
"But this requires time."
She had explained it clearly enough.
However, Steward Su's expression grew even more somber. After much deliberation, he said, "Alright, I will give you time. But to keep this matter confidential, none of you can leave."
Shen Qingqing and the old man had no objections. Researching here or elsewhere made no difference.
Moreover, being by the Little Prince's side would be beneficial to them.
"Agreed. But you must provide us with the best machines and equipment."
"Of course." This was something Steward Su would agree to even without them asking. It concerned the Little Prince, and he dared not be careless.