The Queen's Dynasty: Seven gentlemen for you to pamper

It was hazy.

"It's not good! It's not good! Girl, something happened to my husband."

In the originally quiet courtyard, Suning's urgent footsteps and shouts could be heard.

He looked nervous and flustered. Not knowing what to do about what happened suddenly, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

Jiang Yunchu frowned when he heard the movement.

Something happened to Chen'er?

He picked up the clothes on the shelf and put them on his body, then nervously opened the door.

"What happened?"

Suning recounted what happened: "Last night, my husband said he wanted to eat something light this morning. I went to the kitchen early to prepare it. When I came back, my husband couldn't wake me up. What should I do, girl?"

In a coma?

not……

Impossible, impossible, Chen'erji has his own nature, he must have been too playful last night and didn't want to get up.

"I'll go check on him. Chen'er will be fine."

The comforting words seemed to be spoken to Suning, but in fact she was comforting herself. Chen'er would be fine.

"Wenchang, send someone to ask for Dr. Huo."

He just came out of the military camp yesterday, I hope not...

Wenchang: "Yes"

Dr. Huo rubbed his eyes that could not be opened and yawned. He had stayed up late these past few days to find a cure for the plague. He rubbed his old arms and legs and followed the maid with a medicine box on his shoulders.

Jiang Yunchu took the handkerchief and gently wiped his hot forehead, with a worried look on his face, "Chen'er."

Jiang Suchen frowned, his face turned red, and his lips were dry, as if he was extremely uncomfortable.

Red spots also appeared on the arms, gradually forming small pustules at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mr. Huo pushed open the door, and Jiang Yunchu stood up to greet him with a sad look on his face, "Mr. Huo, you are here. Come and take a look. He came back from the military camp last night and had dinner before going to bed. In just a while, his whole body was burning hot. There are these little pustules on my body, and I haven’t woken up yet.”

Looking at Jiang Su Chen who was in agony on the bed, her eyes were full of heartache, as if the pain was in his body and in her heart, and she wished she could bear it on his behalf.

Suning moved a chair and placed it next to the bed.

Mr. Huo placed his fingers on his pulse: "I have a look."

For a long time, Mr. Huo looked solemn, and Jiang Yunchu felt like a big stone was hanging in his heart, unable to fall to the ground for a long time.

"How are you doing, Mr. Huo?" Jiang Yun asked eagerly when he first saw Mr. Huo retracting his fingers and raising his arm.

Mr. Huo stood up and sighed, then shook his head, "This plague is coming fiercely. He contracted the disease yesterday. There is no way to cure it now. I can only temporarily relieve the symptoms. If it takes another two days, if there is no cure, There is nothing I can do about legal treatment.”

Jiang Yunchu: "The day after tomorrow? How could this happen?"

Mr. Huo: "Although his symptoms are the same as those of the plague, the onset is too fast. You see, the pustules are more swollen than when I first came here. As you said, in a short time, the whole body is hot and the body temperature rises. The most important thing is that he has been unconscious. This series of diseases is far more serious than that of ordinary people. Most of them have pustules on their bodies while they are awake, so his suppression effect is low. .”

Jiang Yunchu's heart reminded her of being held tightly by a big hand, which made her so painful that she almost couldn't breathe for a moment.

"Then what should I do? Mr. Huo, do you have any other ways to save him?"

"Sorry, my medical skills are limited and I can't solve it in a short time. I am also powerless." Mr. Huo hesitated: "But..."

It seems that the method she is going to talk about is extremely difficult to implement, and she is a little embarrassed and doesn't know whether she should talk about it.

Jiang Yunchu seemed to have grasped the last straw, "No matter what, Mr. Huo, no matter how difficult the difficulties ahead are, I will do it. Besides, the people in the city are also waiting for help."

Mr. Huo nodded and said: "Okay, I'll tell you the truth. When I was young, I met a weirdo with superb medical skills. Whenever there were many difficult and complicated diseases or a sudden plague, as long as she was asked to diagnose him, she would be able to do it." There is a way to diagnose and treat the disease, and the medicine can cure it."

Jiang Yunchu was overjoyed and asked eagerly, wishing to find the person immediately, "Who knows where this person is? I will definitely treat her as a guest."

Mr. Huo: "She is Song Yatong, the third elder of the Medicine Sect. However, the Medicine Sect does not allow elders to come out of the mountain. I'm afraid... you can invite her direct disciples to come down the mountain and ask her to teach her personally. Maybe there will be a chance to give it a try."

A dim light flashed in Jiang Yunchu's dark eyes, and he regained hope in a flash of thought.

"Okay, then please Mr. Huo, please prescribe some medicine to temporarily relieve his condition."

Mr. Huo picked up the medicine box, slung it on his shoulder and said, "This is my duty."

Jiang Yunchu looked back at Suning and said, "Suning, follow Mr. Huo to get the medicine."

Suning's eyes were red and her voice was crying: "Yes, lady, husband..."

Jiang Yunchu's eyes were firm and he clenched his fists under his sleeves: "I won't let anything happen to him, don't worry."

Suning followed Mr. Huo out of the room. Jiang Yunchu sat next to him, watching him and wiping his hands.

"Wenchang, is there any news from the Medicine Sect?"

Wenchang came out of the darkness, knelt down on one knee, and said: "The people sent by my subordinates flew pigeons to pass the message, saying that the Medicine Sect..."

Jiang Yunchu "told the people sent that the Liuxi Jiang family was willing to exchange a glazed centenarian fairy tree for the third elder Song Yatong to go down the mountain to save the people in the city."

Wenchang was so shocked that he never thought that the only remaining fairy grass in the world was actually among the Lord's clan.

Someone once spent tens of millions of dollars just to find traces of fairy grass.

"My lord, the glazed hundred-year-old jelly grass is a rare treasure in the world. It is a well-deserved 'immortal grass'. It can cure all kinds of diseases. It is said that people can be brought back when they go to the Palace of Hell. It is a priceless treasure at all, and it is the 'immortal grass' that doctors dream of. Grass', you want to use it in exchange for people from the Medicine Sect to treat illnesses and save lives. Why don't you give it to Mr. Lang, who can also keep Mr. Lang in good health."

Jiang Yunchu shook his head. What she wanted to do was not just him, but the lives of the entire city.

On the eve of Su Yi's departure, she promised that she would help her defend the city and protect the people in the city, and she could not break her promise.

"A hundred-year-old glazed fairy grass can only save one person. If you use it to save Chen'er, what will happen to the other people? If any glazed hundred-year-old fairy grass can save them, why not use it to exchange the lives of the people in the city? That’s where its greatest value comes into play.”

"Besides, even if you are willing to exchange it for the opportunity to cure diseases and save people, my lord, your aunt will probably not give her to you."

"You also said that it is the 'immortal grass' that doctors dream of. It can only be of value in the hands of doctors. It is also the best way to treat the people in the city and him. It is just a grass in the hands of my aunt. Where is my aunt? You don’t have to worry, just do it as soon as possible.”

"Yes."

At the same time, the maid's report came from outside the door.

"My lord, there is a man outside the door who claims to be a member of the Medicine Sect and wants to see you."