On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Huo Changhe listened carefully to what was going on outside.

He whispered to Yan Ruyu: "There is another possibility. They may be soldiers."

Yan Ruyu's eyes were slightly bright.

Yes, Fu soldiers are not only soldiers, but they are also different from the people in the military camp.

"In Xucheng, the only people who can use government soldiers are the governors besides Qi Fu."

It seems that the answer is almost ready to come out.

"However," Huo Changhe said, "as far as I know, some wealthy families also pay for retired military personnel to serve as nursing homes."

"We have the general direction. We will know who it is when we see it."

Huo Changhe was inevitably worried: "Ruyu, no matter what happens, you must persist and let me stay with you."

"Okay, it's a deal."

Gradually, the sounds outside the sedan became less and less and quiet.

The two stopped talking, closed their eyes and rested, waiting to reach their destination.

Every once in a while, Yan Ruyu would throw in a small pill. The pill would melt when exposed to heat, and soon it would seep out from the cracks in the bottom of the sedan and drip onto the ground.

If there is a unique taste that seems to be nothing, it will be with you all the way.

About two-quarters of an hour later, the sedan stopped, and then there was the sound of the door opening. The sedan moved upward slightly, as if it was going up a step.

Huo Changhe held Yan Ruyu's hand and stabilized her body.

The sedan continued to walk inside, and occasionally branches swept across the sedan, as if it was running towards the back house.

Yan Ruyu concentrated on the feeling, and suddenly heard someone talking far away.

Still two women.

"Go slowly, I won't send you off."

"No need to send it, please go back. Please tell Madam that when the young master comes back, if there is still anything missing, just send someone a message and I will send it to you."

"Okay, ma'am, go slowly."

Yan Ruyu quickly looked at Huo Changhe, and both of them could tell who one of the women was.

Qiu Boqian's aunt, Qiu Shangwei.

The sedan did not go towards the sound, and Qiu Shangwei's voice was not heard again.

Soon, the sedan stopped, and the people outside opened the curtain: "Come out."

Huo Changhe got off the sedan first, quickly looked around, and helped Yan Ruyu out.

As soon as Yan Ruyu stood firm, the person who brought them came forward and said, "Go in."

A posture that cannot be refused.

Yan Ruyu glanced at the decoration in the courtyard. There were not many things, but they looked luxurious.

She remained calm and entered the main room with Huo Changhe.

Just as he was about to walk into the inner room, the man stopped Huo Changhe: "Wait a minute."

"What?" Huo Changhe asked.

"Only the doctor can go in."

"If you don't let my brother in, then I can't see it either. There's something wrong with me. If I want to see a doctor, I have to let my brother accompany me."

Yan Ruyu turned around and sat down on the chair: "You decide."

The man looked her up and down: "Do you know where this place is? Why are you so wild?"

"I don't know. You made the sedan like that. Who knows? I don't want to know either. I'm a doctor. I just want to see patients. Strange diseases that are difficult to cure are better."

"What a big tone. To tell you the truth, I've been to many doctors, but none of them dared to be as presumptuous as you!"

"That's because you haven't met me a long time ago. If I did, you would already know. If you want to look at me, it's up to you. If you don't, I'll pull you down."

The man stepped forward and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Yan Ruyu looked up at him and gave a short smile: "Kill me? Okay, but I have to tell you, if you kill me, the patient inside may not be able to recover for the rest of his life."

"you……"

Just at this moment, the door curtain of the back room was opened, and a 50-year-old man came out, frowning and saying: "What's the fuss about?"

"Steward Liu, this kid is disobedient."

Butler Liu looked at Yan Ruyu for a few times, obviously not trusting him: "Are you looking for someone so young?"

"You don't know, they are holding up flags and speaking very loudly!"

Butler Liu stroked his beard: "That's all, they're all here, let them go in and give it a try."

Yan Ruyu stood up and was about to go in when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard.

Someone walked in quickly and whispered something in Butler Liu's ear.

Butler Liu was slightly surprised and said, "Really? Please come in quickly!"

Butler Liu looked at Yan Ruyu again: "You, wait a moment."

There was a flash of people outside, and someone opened the curtain and welcomed someone in.

This man wore a moon-white brocade robe, and his gray hair was tied into a jade crown. His originally round face now has some sunken cheeks.

His legs and feet were not very good, so he was leaning on crutches, and the crutches hit the ground "dong dong".

When Yan Ruyu saw this person, her heart jumped twice.

It was a pleasant surprise.

This old man is none other than Lao Xinglin, who was rescued by Mr. Mo when he set fire to him.

It seemed that her prediction was correct. The person who got sick this time was indeed related to Mr. Mo.

In other words, Suo Yanlou and Liu Jiaojiao are all related to Mr. Mo.

Maybe, this time we can find Mr. Mo and reveal his true identity!

Lao Xinglin entered the room and glanced at the people in the room. Especially when he saw Huo Changhe holding the medicine box in his hand, he looked at him emphatically.

"What do they do?"

Butler Liu hurriedly said: "The unknown young doctor, please come here."

Lao Xinglin didn't move: "Please leave the rest of us. I treat illnesses and don't like other people to be present."

"Okay, okay," Butler Liu waved his hand, "blow them both into the yard."

Huo Changhe frowned, and Yan Ruyu held his wrist: "Okay."

The two of them went outside, and there were people standing not far away, watching them.

The two of them didn't speak, they exchanged glances and understood each other.

Lao Xinglin entered the room, waved her hand, and Butler Liu ordered someone to remove the gauze screen.

"Many people came before, and I was afraid that they would see something they shouldn't see, so..." Butler Liu lowered his voice, "If I had known you would come, I wouldn't have let anyone else come."

Lao Xinglin didn't answer. In fact, he didn't know who this person was. Mr. Mo asked someone to accompany him. Moreover, he went through the back door and there was no plaque at all.

The person who accompanied him held a token in his hand. As soon as the people in the mansion saw the token, they immediately came in to report it.

Lao Xinglin squinted her eyes slightly, too lazy to respond to Butler Liu's flattering politeness. She tapped her fingers to signal the people inside to extend their hands.

The person inside coughed several times, his voice was hoarse, and his breathing was heavy. After a long while, he stretched out his hand.

Lao Xinglin put his finger on it and was about to take his pulse.

The people inside screamed, and Lao Xinglin was startled by this sudden movement.

"What?"

Butler Liu was full of expectations, but when he saw this situation, he was a little dumbfounded.

"This is one of the symptoms. You can't see the light or wear clothes. The bed underneath you and the body must be covered with the best silk brocade. Otherwise, the skin will be as painful as being cut by a knife, which is unbearable. "

Lao Xinglin frowned and was surprised: "Is there such a thing?"

"Exactly," Butler Liu quickly went on to introduce, "The other thing you saw just now is that when you come into contact with people, it's like this, and..."

Before he finished speaking, the person inside suddenly grabbed Lao Xinglin's hand, breathing heavily, and the bed curtains were shaken by his movements.

For a moment, Lao Xinglin seemed to see the eyes of the person inside, which were full of red bloodshot eyes and intense expressions. The skin on his face seemed to be abnormally flushed.

It's like...