Chapter 102
Yuwen Hao angrily shouted at the retreating back of the imperial doctor, “When will she wake up?”
"The Consort is tired, and has lost some blood from the shock. Let her rest for a bit and she will wake up," the imperial doctor said hurriedly before scurrying away.
"Women are so troublesome!" Yuwen Hao glared at the unconscious Yuan Qingling, "Fainting from such minor injuries. Pathetic."
Xu Yi felt that the Prince was being unreasonably harsh. He believed the Consort's endurance was already quite strong - being beaten at the Marquis's manor, escaping, and then coming back to rescue them from the predicament.
Which ordinary woman would have such courage and valor? Most would have started bawling as soon as they were captured at the manor, crying until dead.
"Shall I summon the midwives to attend to her, and ask if Your Highness wants to return to the estate first?" Xu Yi asked, lest the Prince's presence further upset the Consort when she awoke.
"No need. I will stay and keep watch for a while," said Yuwen Hao. "Go and instruct the kitchen to prepare some congee or broth for when she wakes. She can drink it."
"Yes, Your Highness!" Xu Yi withdrew.
"Tang Yang," Yuwen Hao turned to look at him, "return to the estate and monitor Marquis Huiding's injuries and treatment. Do not let anything go wrong, at least not until Father is fully informed of the matter. He must not die yet. Only designated physicians approved by me can treat him, not whoever Prime Minister Chu appoints. Even the imperial doctors need my permission."
"When does Your Highness plan to report to His Majesty?" Tang Yang was worried they would miss the opportune timing.
"No rush," said Yuwen Hao.
"But Prime Minister Chu may enter the palace first to confess. Things told from his mouth will become distorted," Tang Yang argued.
Yuwen Hao just laughed coldly and shook his head, "He won't. Father already senses the Chu family has been overstepping their boundaries, but lacks evidence to discipline them. Now with Marquis Huiding's incident, Father will certainly seize the opportunity to reprimand the Chus. So he won't allow anyone to cover things up."
Tang Yang gazed at Yuwen Hao with the eyes of a diehard fan.
His Prince really had such penetrating insight and deep strategies. Of all the royal sons, he was the most outstanding. His Majesty ought to see that.
After pondering a moment, Yuwen Hao added, "Just to be safe, go also find Leng Jingyan."
Leng Jingyan, the youngest Supervisor of the National Academy since the founding of Northern Tang. Exceptionally talented and a favorite of the Emperor, who loved to summon him into the palace for chess and conversation. There was joking talk that His Majesty could not go a day without Master Leng.
The unconscious Yuan Qingling returned again to the laboratory.
Sitting at the computer desk, she looked at the WeChat messages from her parents, sister, and brother. Same as always, reminding her to rest and not overwork herself.
She collapsed atop the desk and sobbed bitterly.
After the bout of weeping, she circled the lab, gazing at the closed door with the little teddy bear keychain hanging from the handle, a prize she won at the claw machine for her little niece the previous birthday. The angelic child was overjoyed and gifted her the tiny teddy bear, saying it was a lucky charm.
Holding it in her hand now, she felt immense sorrow, knowing she would never see the girl again in this life.
She grasped the handle and pushed open the door with a 'crack.' A draft of wind slipped in.
Her heart pounded nervously. Would she be able to step outside and encounter her lab colleagues like when she was still alive in this world?
Finally she pulled the door fully open. Beyond lay pitch blackness, with only the dim corridor lights emitting a faint glow.
The scene was familiar, just like leaving late from overtime.
The exterior lab doors were shut. She pressed her thumb to the fingerprint scanner, which failed to recognize her.
It wouldn't open.
Her heart sank immediately. In the end it was just a dream.
She returned to her lab station, the previous experiment data still accessible on the computer. She could conveniently check and compare the EEG readings of the monkeys after injections.
She wanted to determine if there was any direct or indirect link between her transmigration and the drug.
While scrutinizing the data, she suddenly felt a heaviness on her right arm, unable to lift it up as if something pressed down on it. She exerted all her strength to no avail.
Shocked, had she suffered a stroke and paralysis?
She jerked upright, then winced as sharp pain lanced through the back of her head. Vision dimming then brightening, her surroundings changed again.
She ruefully regarded Yuwen Hao's head pillowed on her arm, sleeping soundly. No wonder, with a head that huge, how could it not be heavy? She was still an injured patient!