The Emperor was sitting on the chair beside the bed of the Crown prince. The Royal physician was treating the Crown Prince whose face had turned pale. He had used the acupuncture needles to take out the poison from the Crown prince's body. Beside him, there was a nurse who was making a paste that had to be applied on the Crown Prince's throat and stomach.
The Royal physician was getting nervous as the pulse was getting weaker and weaker with time.
"Your majesty, I think we shall search for its antidote as well. I think the method I am using is ineffective against this poison. Luckily, the Crown Prince has been taking the small quantity of the poison so he is alive," the Royal Physician informed the Emperor whose heart sank upon hearing that.
