Rebirth: The little puppet emperor, tearing apart the regent with his own hands

Zhang Liu stood aside, staring at the old doctor, for fear that he would say something messy.

The last time Dr. Lin saw Yu Wenzhang was when he was treating another young master on this bed.

Unexpectedly, just a few days later, not only did the young master lie down again, but also Master Yuwen...

Doctor Lin touched the pulse gate under his finger, his brows furrowed tightly.

As soon as he touched it, he knew that this gentleman was poisoned. This was a very special and difficult poison. Even he had only seen it once, and it was in a medical book.

If this poison cannot be cured, even if Lord Yuwen finally wakes up, he will only be able to linger on the bed for the rest of his life.

Even though Master Yuwen looked miserable, covered in wounds and bleeding everywhere, in fact, his injuries were not that important.

All over his body, the most important thing was the sword in his chest, which Doctor Lin had already dealt with urgently just now.

This sword stabbed from the back to the chest, which was an extremely serious penetrating wound.

It was obvious that the person who thrust the sword made it clear that he wanted Lord Yuwen to die. Therefore, whether it is the angle or the strength, he has mastered it exactly. If it were an ordinary person, he would definitely die.

It's just that Lord Yuwen is different from ordinary people. Doctor Lin touched Yuwen's veins and felt strange in his heart. Compared with ordinary people, the positions of the Lord's internal organs are all reversed, like a mirror person.

Therefore, the sword that was supposed to pierce the heart accidentally missed Master Yu Wenwen's heart, thus sparing his life.

Zhang Liu watched Dr. Lin nod and shake his head, and his heart was pounding.

Finally, Zhang Liu couldn't bear it anymore, so he asked anxiously: "Doctor Lin, what's going on with Lord Yuwen?!"

Doctor Lin was startled by Zhang Liu's voice. He quickly came to his senses and told Zhang Liu about the situation he diagnosed.

Zhang Liu frowned and said, "His poison...is there really nothing we can do about it?"

Doctor Lin said helplessly: "This is not a poison from our country. It is originally produced in the Western Regions and is made from a mixture of 7749 kinds of poisons. If you don't know which kinds of poisons they are, there is no way to prescribe the right medicine..."

Hearing this, a hint of murderous intent flashed in Zhang Liu's eyes: "The poison of the people from the Western Regions? It seems that they haven't been beaten during this period. The scars have healed one by one and they have forgotten the pain..."

Doctor Lin shrank aside and did not dare to speak. Zhang Liu said to him: "You try to treat other wounds, I will figure out a way to deal with the poison..."

Doctor Lin cupped his hands and said, "I know, little one."

With that said, Dr. Lin took out his pen and ink, wrote the prescription on the cloth, handed it to Zhang Liu and said: "The wound on Master Yuwen's body has been treated by the younger one. As long as you can persist until you wake up, it won't be a big problem.

This is Master Yuwen’s prescription. I can’t stay with you at all times, so I ask General Zhang Liu to take the medicine according to the prescription. Although I can’t remove the poison for you, I can at least help you heal your body..."

Zhang Liu nodded and took it, then put it in his arms.

After Dr. Lin finished reading one, there was another one waiting for him on the bed.

Doctor Lin took Su Qing's pulse again, and this time he frowned even more.

When he took the young master's pulse before, he told Master Yuwen that the young master was in serious physical condition and needed to be recuperated.

Who would have thought that when he touched it again at this time, he would find that his previous warnings were of no use at all. The young master's condition was obviously worse than before, and no one was taking care of him?

Zhang Liu looked at Dr. Lin's frown, and his heart that had just been relieved rose again: "What's wrong?"

Doctor Lin sighed and said: "I checked this young man's pulse once before, and he was also covered in injuries at that time.

After treating the young master’s wounds, I once told Mr. Yuwen that the young master’s body was severely depleted and needed to be recuperated...

Your Excellency agreed before, but when I checked the Young Master's pulse just now, his condition got worse. No one took care of him? "

Zhang Liu: "..."

Doctor Lin said: "I have said before that this young master should not let his emotions fluctuate too much.

His health is too poor, and his body cannot bear the excitement of great joy and great sadness. There is no guarantee that he will not be able to survive at any time..."

Zhang Liu: "..."

Doctor Lin sighed helplessly and said: "I don't have any good solution for this young master. All I can do is to prescribe some medicine for him to recuperate his body. He has a heart disease and needs more medicine." Only medicine from the heart can heal..."

With that said, Dr. Lin also wrote a prescription and handed it to Zhang Liu: "Be sure to let him drink three meals a day on time. Don't stimulate him too much at ordinary times, and try to take a good rest..."

Zhang Liu took it silently, also carried it in his arms, and then arranged for someone to follow Dr. Lin back to grab the medicine.

After everything was done, Zhang Liu smiled bitterly. He looked at the two people lying side by side on the bed and thought: What is going on...

Su Qing woke up in the afternoon of the next day. When he woke up, he saw the top of the tent above his head.

Su Qing's eyes went blank unconsciously, and he felt that he had had an extremely absurd dream.

"Your Majesty, are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Suddenly there was a voice in his ear, it was Zhang Liu's.

Since the two men fell, Zhang Liu moved the stall in his tent to Yu Wenwen's tent. He even personally stayed by Su Qing and Yu Wenzhang's side, for fear that something else would happen to them.

Su Qing closed his eyes. He turned his head and saw Zhang Liu sitting behind a desk not far from him, handling military affairs.

Su Qing asked in a hoarse voice: "Where is Yu Wenwen?"

Zhang Liu raised his hand towards Su Qing and pointed him in the direction.

Su Qing followed Zhang Liu's guidance and looked over, and saw a bed not far away from him, as if it had just been built. Yu Wenwen was lying on it, his eyes closed, and he didn't know who was going on.

Su Qing asked tiredly: "Why, is he not dead yet?"

Zhang Liu automatically ignored the malice in Su Qing's words, and then replied: "Doctor Lin said that you have been poisoned, and it is a very difficult poison that comes from the Western Regions. He also said that even if you wake up, you will be lingering on the bed... …”

Su Qing opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head, and then said calmly: "That's it..."

There was no other emotion in his voice, as if he just asked "Have you eaten?"

Zhang Liu thought that judging from His Majesty's previous performance, he would at least be a little happier after knowing what happened to Lord Yuwen.