South Street, Heaven Dou City.
The crowd packed the street so tightly that not even water could pass through.
Wooden barrels stood in a row.
Pale golden medicinal liquid glimmered faintly inside them.
Guards from the Crown Prince's Residence held porcelain bowls, continuously distributing the medicine to the fallen civilians.
"Drink it! The antidote bestowed by His Highness the Crown Prince!"
"Don't shove! There's enough for everyone!"
A middle-aged man with rolled-back eyes and a violently convulsing body was forcibly helped upright.
The warm medicinal liquid was poured down his throat.
The surrounding citizens watched nervously, scarcely daring to breathe.
A few breaths later.
The middle-aged man suddenly lurched forward, his chest heaving violently.
He spat out a mouthful of dark red clotted blood onto the bluestone pavement.
It carried a nauseatingly foul stench.
Once the clotted blood was expelled, the bluish-purple hue of his face gradually returned to normal.
Focus returned to his clouded eyes as well.
"He's alive! He really survived!"
"The poison's been cured!"
Cries of astonishment erupted from the crowd.
One civilian after another spat out poisoned blood and clawed their way back from death's door.
The terror of death faded, replaced by the wild joy of surviving a disaster.
Countless people dropped to their knees and repeatedly kowtowed toward the carriage at the street corner.
They wept bitterly.
"Long live the Crown Prince! Thank you, Your Highness, for saving our lives!"
"If not for His Highness the Crown Prince, this commoner would have died here today!"
"Long live His Highness the Crown Prince!"
"If not for the medicine bestowed by Your Highness, we would surely have died without whole bodies today!"
The cheers shook the heavens.
Xue Qinghe stood in the middle of the street.
His gaze swept over those weak yet grateful faces.
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