The carriage thundered by, the wind cutting against the face like a knife slicing flesh, excruciatingly painful. The tears on the face dried because of the wind.
After half an hour's frantic rush, they finally arrived at the villa. The night was silently still. Feng Xuxu drove the carriage to the backyard, and Yingsu helped her assist Uncle Ma, heading straight to the Lotus Garden.
Feng Xuxu and Yingsu struggled to get Uncle Ma into a guest room, called for Baihe to remove the arrow, clean the wound, and dress it. Baihe then sat down to take Uncle Ma's pulse. After half an incense stick had burnt down,
"Miss, Uncle Ma's poisoning is very severe, I fear he won't last more than an hour," Baihe sighed and shook her head as even if they knew what poison it was right now, it would be too late, and it would take several hours to prepare an antidote.
