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

Lao Xinglin's heart skipped a beat when someone inside grabbed his hand.

The hand that grabbed his was hot and a little sweaty, and the fingertips even rubbed his wrist twice.

Lao Xinglin felt like his hairs were standing on end.

He suddenly wanted to stand up, but he forgot that his legs were not as good as before, and he almost fell down when his body tilted.

……

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe were relaxing in the yard, and Yan Ruyu even took out a few chocolate beans.

"Eat?"

"What is this?" Huo Changhe took it, and a special fragrance hit his nostrils.

Not only are they fragrant, but they are also brightly colored and come in various colors. Put one in your mouth and the slightly bitter fragrance will flow back and forth between your lips and teeth.

"This is a kind of bean," Yan Ruyu sipped a piece of black beans.

Huo Changhe suddenly thought of something: "Did you use this to deceive the silver ingot?"

Yan Ruyu: "??"

"It was before, when he was still Yin Tuo."

"That seems to be the case," Yan Ruyu remembered, "Yes, I told him it was poison."

"He really thought it was poison at first, and even ran to me to tell me his last words," Huo Changhe chuckled. "Military Doctor Cao took his pulse and said he was fine, but he was still doubtful."

Yan Ruyu was about to laugh when a clanking sound suddenly came from the room.

The two stopped talking and looked at the door of the house.

Lao Xinglin dragged his crutches and ran out of it, staggered, and rolled down the steps.

Butler Liu was so frightened that he hurried to help him, and finally managed to help him stand upright.

"You are..."

Old Xinglin's face turned blue and white, his lips trembled, then his face turned red again and his fingers trembled.

But after holding it in for a long time, he didn't say a word.

Shame!

He took a deep breath, put on the crutches, and left. Butler Liu quickly stopped him: "Don't leave. Why did you leave without saying anything?"

Old Xinglin's beard stood up with anger: "I can't cure him! He...I...find someone else!"

Butler Liu wanted to stop him, but he pushed him away.

Yan Ruyu and Huo Changhe exchanged glances - this time, they couldn't let this old guy go.

Butler Liu sent Lao Xinglin to the gate of the hospital, then came back and saw Yan Ruyu.

"Go and try!"

Yan Ruyu said slowly: "You want me to try it now? It's a pity that I don't want to try it now."

Butler Liu gave a short laugh: "After entering this house, can you still control your temper? If you are not afraid of death, aren't you afraid that you two brothers will live and die?"

Yan Ruyu's eyes turned cold: "Is the housekeeper threatening me?"

"Yes," Butler Liu said without blushing, "for letting me threaten you is already giving you face. If you didn't have some value, you would have died long ago."

Yan Ruyu sighed softly: "Okay, let's go and have a look."

Entering the room again, the gauze screens were put up again. Yan Ruyuxin said, "If you put up ten screens, I also know what's going on with the patient."

"You won't be able to see it through a screen, right? You people with excellent medical skills, don't you know how to diagnose the pulse with a thread?"

Yan Ruyu hummed softly and even hung a silk thread to check her pulse. I am not Sun Dasheng.

However, Yan Ruyu didn't care. She looked coldly at Butler Liu wrapping silk around the patient's wrist through the screen.

Huo Changhe also watched. He only knew that Yan Ruyu moved his hands and feet, but he didn't know what the man's reaction was.

Butler Liu was winding the silk, and suddenly the hand inside grabbed Butler Liu's. Butler Liu's face turned red, and he quickly wrapped it up, and then quickly pulled it out.

Huo Changhe was also a little confused at this time: What kind of disease is this? Why do you feel so weird?

Yan Ruyu remained calm, pinched the end of the silk, flicked it twice with her fingers, and lowered her eyes slightly.

The room was quiet, and the person's breath behind the curtains was thick, which seemed particularly clear in the silence.

After feeling the pulse for a long time, Yan Ruyu loosened the thread, and Butler Liu quickly asked: "How is it?"

"It can be cured," Yan Ruyu answered briefly.

Butler Liu was startled. He had been looking forward to hearing these two words for a long time, but now that he actually heard them, he couldn't believe it.

"really?"

"Of course," Yan Ruyu said firmly, "I never lie."

Yan Ruyu stood up and walked around the screen. This time the housekeeper didn't stop her and watched her take off the silk from the patient's hand.

The fingertips touched the patient's wrist, but the patient did not respond.

Butler Liu's eyes opened slightly, and now he was more convinced: "You... what is his disease?"

Yan Ruyu said calmly: "It is a rare and difficult disease. I also read the records in ancient books. I don't know what it is exactly, but the symptoms are the same."

"Then how to cure it?"

"I'll write down a method, and you can just follow the prescription and take the medicine."

"Okay, okay." The housekeeper quickly prepared the pen and ink.

Yan Ruyu glanced at Huo Changhe: "Brother, you write it."

Although she can write traditional Chinese, she is not used to it. Huo Changhe can write two-hand calligraphy, one is the calligraphy he practiced himself, and the other is the traditional Chinese calligraphy taught by the academy teacher.

Written in regular script, it looks very similar to most people's, and you can't tell it's his handwriting at all.

Yan Ruyu said the name of the medicine, and Huo Changhe wrote it down one stroke at a time.

"This is the prescription. Send someone to get the medicine. I will tell you how to cook it later."

"Okay," Butler Liu hurriedly asked someone to get the medicine.

When they got to the yard, Butler Liu whispered to the boy: "Remember, go to two more drug stores and ask the doctors sitting in the hall what this prescription is for, and see if they are telling the same thing."

"Yes, the villain understands."

Huo Changhe asked in a low voice: "Is it okay to give them the prescription?"

"No problem, don't worry."

Yan Ruyu looked around and motioned Huo Changhe to go to the bed to see who was lying on the bed.

Huo Changhe leaned over and was about to gently lift the bed curtain.

Butler Liu coughed and came in from outside. He didn't see much respect on his face: "I'll get the medicine later. If I can get better with this medicine, it will be of great benefit to you."

"But if..."

"No if," Yan Ruyu interrupted, "Why don't you tell us how much we will be paid first."

Butler Liu chuckled and dusted his sleeves: "Don't worry about the reward."

Seeing him like this, Yan Ruyu knew what he was planning, so she turned around and sat down on the chair.

"It's okay, there's really no rush."

Not long after, the medicine was brought back. Yan Ruyu opened it and looked at it. The servant and the housekeeper were muttering aside.

The butler's expression changed slightly, and he turned to Yan Ruyu and asked, "Is this the right medicine?"

"Yes, that's right."

The housekeeper snorted coldly: "Then why did the doctor at the medicine hall say that this is an ordinary prescription for replenishing qi and blood?"

"If you listen to them, then there is no need to invite me. Since you have invited me, then speak with the facts."

Yan Ruyu returned the medicine bag: "You decide whether to use it or not."

The housekeeper thought for a moment: "I believe you just once. Didn't you say you want to tell them how to survive?"

"Three bowls and two bowls of frying."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Butler Liu held his breath and waited for a while. If drinking it didn't work, he would skin and bones these two!

After the medicine was boiled, Butler Liu carried it through the curtain, endured the nausea of ​​being touched, and poured the medicine into the patient's mouth.