The reborn miracle doctor used cheats, and the prince loved him

Shen Qin came back from work that day and went to the secret room of the house first.

In the secret room, Rong Chen was lying on the bed in the secret room with a nasogastric feeding tube specially made by Chen Yugui, while Haoer closed his eyes and put his hand on Rong Chen's forehead.

"Can we see it today?"

Shen Qin asked Hao'er anxiously.

Ever since Rong Chen was brought back by King Xi, Shen Qin has been sleeping and sleeping. From the Taoist book left by Cui Xuzi, Shen Qin found a way to practice the art of appearance (perspective). It is said that the younger you are, the better. And practice facing the sun.

A plague breaks out in the capital, and Shen Qin is busy with official duties every day, so naturally he has no time, so this arduous task falls on Haoer.

Hao'er has been practicing Taoism since he got it. He has been practicing for half a month. It stands to reason that he should have achieved some success.

Haoer frowned slightly.

"I can see it, but it's still very blurry and I can't draw it at all."

"Keep practicing, and let me know when you can see clearly."

Shen Qin sighed. In the past two days, he felt that Rong Chen's pulse had become weak. He was really worried that Rong Chen would die before the cause of the disease was clear.

He thought for a moment, remembered that Qigong and Chinese medicine complement each other, and said.

"Since the art of appearance is achieved by people cultivating the sixth sense in addition to the five senses through Qi, then I believe acupuncture at Baihui, Sishencong and other refreshing acupuncture points to open the meridians will be helpful..."

Hao'er looked at Shen Qin firmly, so sensible that it made people feel distressed.

"Master, just go ahead and prick him. As long as you can help my brother cure his illness, the pain is nothing."

"Hao'er..."

Shen Qin's nose felt sore and she hugged Hao'er emotionally. If he really left this world, the one he would be most worried about would be the apprentice he had brought up since childhood.

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The bright moon is in the sky, and the evening breeze is blowing.

The white mist from the hot spring dispersed with the wind, making the night view in the courtyard a bit hazy.

Shen Qin and Zhang Shensuan placed a plate of boiled edamame on the small stone table and drank wine.

Since the outbreak of the plague, Shen Qin has not had a drink for a long time. Zhang Shen could tell that his mood was a little abnormal. It could even be said that he was a little too "excited". He was talking and laughing. Drinking red wine was like drinking plain water. Same.

While drinking, the two discussed some old events in Cangmen. It turned out that they learned from the small wooden box left by Cui Xuzi that Cui Xuzi was actually Zhang Shensuan's senior brother.

Before erasing his memory, Cui Xuzi wrote down all the past events and sealed them in a small box.

Back then, not long after Zhang Shensuan left Cangmen, the leader was poisoned and died.

Cheng Feng led his second and third junior brothers to search for poison in Cuixu's ovary.

Cui Xuzi, as the chief disciple of the Cang Sect, should logically take over as the leader. However, he was obsessed with cultivating immortals, was withdrawn and taciturn, and gradually became estranged from his fellow disciples. However, Cheng Feng, on the other hand, was well-rounded and well-supported by his fellow disciples.

Cheng Feng insisted that Cui Xuzi poisoned his master for the sake of the position of leader and Cangmen's secret technique, and wanted Cui Xuzi to kill to pay for it.

However, the junior brothers were no match for Cui Xuzi. After Cui Xuzi beat them to the ground, he left Cangmen and pursued the path of cultivating immortals.

At that time, Cui Xuzi and Zhang Shensuan had a good relationship. When he learned that Cui Xuzi disappeared after being struck by lightning, Zhang Shensuan was very sad. He sighed and said.

"I hope I can see him again in this life."

Shen Qin picked up the bowl and took a few sips of strong wine into his throat.

"No matter what, the day of the Seven Stars is coming soon, and we must find a way to prevent the imperial master from using evil magic to repair Zhen."

Zhang Shensuan stopped drinking, hesitated for a moment, and spoke.

"Sir, tell Pindao honestly, haven't you found a way to save your life yet?"

Shen Qin licked her lips and smiled indifferently,

"Can't you cultivate immortality?"

Zhang Shensuan's face was full of worry.

"Pindao has also read the Taoist books left by the senior brother. Without the blessing of the master, it is almost impossible for you to become an earthly immortal within two years..."

Shen Qin took another spicy mouthful and still smiled.

"How do you know if you don't try?"

Zhang Shensuan urged anxiously.

"Otherwise, just leave it alone. Really, Pindao has never seen anyone so eager to seek death like you."

"Oh, it's true."

Shen Qin laughed loudly, as if Zhang Shensuan was teasing him.

Then, he stood up, closed his sleeves, held the cup with both hands, bowed to Zhang Shensuan, and said with a smile.

"Taoist Priest, you gave up half your life for this junior. I may not be able to repay you in the next life. I respect you..."

He bowed three times in a row and drank three cups in a row. His face turned red and his body began to sway.

Zhang Shensuan felt heartbroken when he saw Shen Qin forcing a smile like this, and his eyes were red.

"Sir...what's wrong with you..."

"Prince Xi is getting married today. I am happy, junior. Come, have a drink!"

She seemed to find the wine glass unsatisfactory, so Shen Qin simply picked up the wine can on the table and drank from it. Because she was so drunk that she couldn't hold the wine can firmly, and the wine flowed down her mouth and spilled all over her body.

A person who is usually so elegant has now lost his composure for the first time, like a reckless drunkard.

Zhang Shensuan looked into his eyes and felt pain in his heart.

"Sir, don't suppress yourself like this, life is too tiring."

"Okay, so what's the harm if I indulge myself a little today?"

Taking advantage of the wine, Shen Qin held the wine can in one hand, drew out the sword with the other, staggered around and started to dance with the sword,

"I originally sent my heart to the lonely hero, abandoned by ghosts and gods, pretending to be benevolent and righteous, how dare I be private with the bones of nightmares, meet again by chance, ashamed of deep affection, the green lamp shines especially on the furnace of residual medicine."

He sang the words in an off-key voice. Although his steps were messy, his posture was extremely elegant. The tip of his sword picked up a ray of moonlight, sometimes like a dragon entering the sea, sometimes like a white crane spreading its wings, like a drunken immortal, and yet elegant in his downfall.

Zhang Shensuan stared blankly at the graceful figure. He couldn't bear to expose it, so he could only laugh and applaud.

"well!"

The wine jar stood on the sword. Shen Qin weighed the sword and let it fly up, then grabbed it in his hand, took a few big sips, and sang again.

"How can the new sun meet the old snow? When the east wind goes away, don't talk about sorrow. The cold water is in your heart. The fallen flowers will go to the end of the world. You will not know where you are. The love in the world will be destroyed and empty."

He laughed hoarsely again.

"It's better to drink an inch of soft intestines and an inch of sorrow than to drink, to drink..."

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