This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Chen Kuo immediately realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and was even more surprised that he could still worry about the General's Mansion in such a state where his life was about to die.

The doctor walked in from the outside and saw the blood on Shen Huan's face and neck, his scalp went numb with fright, "What's going on?!"

"He vomited blood." Chen Kuo said.

"Put it down quickly!" The doctor laid the man down, grabbed his hand to check his pulse, and touched his chest, but Shen Huan grabbed Chen Kuo and refused to let go, "What's wrong with the General's Mansion?"

Chen Kuo saw his anxious expression, then took another look at his frail body, "It's nothing."

Shen Huan cried anxiously, the tears rolled down immediately, the blood flushed out of the gully on his face, it looked funny and scary.

His eyes were wide open, his hands exploded with astonishing strength, and his fingers were clasped on the sleeves as if they were hanged. Chen Kuo didn't dare to struggle hard for fear that his entire arm would be thrown off.

Shen Huan looked at him and found that the predecessor was not moved at all.

His heart was pounding, his bad premonition was getting heavier, his mind was roaring, and he didn't care about anything, he yelled at him frantically: "What happened to the General's Mansion?!"

The voice was simply too sharp, and the tone was extremely miserable.

Hearing it suddenly at a close distance, I felt that the eardrums were analgesic.

Chen Kuo suddenly glanced outside, frowned immediately, and lowered his voice, "Slow down!"

Shen Huan couldn't listen to anything at all, seeing him open his mouth, and the shame of being in purgatory the day before yesterday hit his heart, he burst out his final strength like a dying little wolf, bared his teeth and yelled at him: "Ah—"

Proceedings account.

Wu Da sat listening to people doing Tai Chi, his only patience was exhausted, and he tried his best to suppress his anger, "Just tell me, the general, has anyone met Young Master Shen?"

General Lin glanced out of the door curtain, Chen Kuo hadn't come back yet.

He cursed in his heart, and said politely: "What does Young Master Shen look like?"

Uda clenched his fists and touched the long knife pinned to his waist.

The predecessors were all half-armored, and immediately sensed the killing intent, and put their hands on the handle of the knife.

The general didn't move his face, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at Wu Da.

At this moment, several shrill shouts came from outside.

Wu Da listened carefully, let go of his hand, and said mockingly: "What a prosperous world, is there still such a thing as cruelty to prisoners in the barracks?"

Just as he was talking, there was another tragic cry. Although his voice was high-pitched, it was vaguely hoarse, as if his throat had been hurt by lack of food and water, and it was a bit like a half-grown boy in the period of voice change.

Song Chunjing listened intently, and immediately stood up.

He glanced at Uda, raised his head suddenly, turned around and walked out without delay.

General Lin suddenly turned his head, recalling the voice just now, a layer of cold sweat could not help but break out on his forehead.

He immediately stood up and waved his hands eagerly. The battalion commander immediately drew his knife out of its sheath and laid it on Song Chunjing's neck who had already walked to the door. "Please stay."

Uda held the knife in his hand, blinked and slashed towards the knife, "Leave your uncle—"

Song Chunjing immediately stepped back a few steps, and the weapons collided with each other, making a piercing grinding sound, "It's stabbing!"

Song Chunjing dodged to the side, and the commanders who came in with General Lin immediately stepped forward to stop him, "Stop!"

General Lin took a look at the scene of entanglement, but he didn't walk away directly, and explained: "I'll be back later."

After finishing speaking, he strode out, Song Chunjing asked behind him: "General Lin! But what happened to Shen Huan?"

He didn't ask who it was, nor did he ask about the specific incident, he just blurted out whether it was or not.

General Lin hesitated for a moment, did not answer, and strode out.

Song Chunjing guessed honestly that if he wanted to go out with him, the blade of the predecessor who stayed behind pressed against his chest, forcing him to be unable to take half a step forward.

He glanced at it, and said eagerly to General Lin: "I am an imperial physician, if necessary, I can help!"

That voice was too painful, it didn't look like a simple healing, but a bit like a roar when you were venting your emotions after being frightened and furious.

General Lin didn't respond, he lowered his head and walked out.

The curtain fell, blocking everyone's view.

The battalion commander was the first to withdraw his sword, and gestured to stop the fight, "Commander Wuda, it is not a good thing for the barracks to use the sword."

Indeed, in someone else's territory, especially in the military, it really doesn't matter whether you win or lose, if you fight rashly.

Wu Da glanced at Song Chunjing, and Song Chunjing shook his head slightly at him.

Wu Da immediately turned his wrist, and with a "clang" sound, he retracted the broadsword into its sheath.Then he folded his arms and let out a cold "hum", with a haughty look that doesn't care about you.

"I don't know what happened outside, don't you all go and see?" Song Chunjing suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and reminded him in a good temper: "Is General Lin busy all by himself?"

Several soldiers looked at each other and remained silent.

"We came from the middle of the capital by the emperor's order, not only to find someone, but also to see the appearance of the barracks and the current situation of life, so that we can report back to the emperor." Song Chunjing took a look, and continued: "In the face of it, we are He is a guest, but in fact he is said to be an emissary, to find out the truth, which makes sense."

Uda responded, "Yes."

There is a clear system in the army, and the people at the highest level speak out. When the general is not around, all the commanders look at the battalion commander together.

The meaning contained in the eyes is very straightforward: what is the origin of this person, he even jumped over the commander of the imperial army to speak.

Song Chunjing received their gazes, and his attitude became more respectful, but the words in his mouth were completely different, "Or, what is plotting in the army, is it not easy for the emperor to know?"

The meaning contained in these words is much more important, ranging from being negligent to making use of it, to despising the emperor's order.

What's more, it is very possible to add fuel and vinegar to charge him with a crime of treason.

The battalion commander looked at the corners of his slightly raised eyes, and felt that although this person was good-looking, he was really not easy to mess with.

I'm afraid it's not just a doctor status as it says on the surface.

He pretended to be calm and said "Hi", "There's nothing you can't see, it's just..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Chunjing interrupted, "Then, Mr. Lao, take us to have a look."

The battalion commander stared at him with his mouth open. Song Chunjing also stared at him with a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all.

Wu Da put his hand on the hilt of the sword slowly, and with a soft "da", he pushed the hilt to the buckle.

As soon as the buckle was released, he was ready to draw his sword at any time. The people around the battalion commander also moved in the same way, and the confrontation became a state of killing people if they disagreed.

The two sides did not give an inch, and the tense atmosphere in the tent surged again. Song Chunjing pushed the Wudana knife, stared at the battalion commander and said solemnly: "Sir, you should think about it, 'the commander of the imperial army is ambushed inside the frontier camp.' , These words can really affect the relationship between the emperor and you, once you do something, there will be no room for change."

Just now the battalion commander used the words that he should not be presumptuous in the military camp to suppress Uda, but now he overturned it, and the threats changed direction, and instead became a sharp weapon to suppress them.

What was even more frightening was that the battalion commander thought about what he said and found that he was right.

No matter what the situation is, the position of Commander of the Forbidden Army is too high, an official position of more than [-] people in Beijing, not to mention that Wu Da had risked his life for the emperor, the friendship between the two is self-evident.

If it was true that the skin was broken and injured in the camp, it would be hard to tell.

Song Chunjing stood quietly watching his ever-changing expression.

The more the battalion commander thought about it, the more worried he became, and he couldn't help but take a closer look at Song Chunjing and Wu Da.

The dignified commander of the forbidden army actually let him go, like a follower.

He looked at the immobile, dignified and spontaneous aura of the person in front of him, and thought of something, his heart skipped a beat, and even his expression changed.

In Chen Kuo's tent.

General Lin hurried to the tent, and took a look at the messy scene inside: Chen Kuo was half-embracing Shen Huan, with two fingers stuffed into his mouth, propping up the upper and lower rows of teeth.

The doctor stood around, holding a bowl of warm water in his hand, half of which was left in it.

Shen Huan was trembling all over, his eyes were wide open, his teeth were chattering unceasingly, his face was covered with water stains on his neck, and a large area of ​​his chest and collar was also wet.

The other half of the water in the bowl should have been sprinkled on him.

General Lin stepped forward and shouted: "What's going on?!"

When Chen Kuo saw his expression, his heart skipped a beat, and he still replied bluntly: "The matter of the general's mansion...he knows."

"You!" General Lin stepped forward to pick him up, but couldn't break his teeth biting Chen Kuo's finger, "Don't tell him! Why don't you listen!"

He stretched out his hand and slapped Chen Kuo.

It happened to hit Chen Kuo's wound on the back, and the flesh and blood almost flew away like an iron palm.

He didn't dare to fight back, he gritted his teeth and endured it.

"It wasn't intentional!" He gritted his teeth.

General Lin hated iron but scolded: "Get lost!"

"I can't get out," Chen Kuo twitched his fingers, and patted Shen Huan's face, "Open your mouth! You bite too hard..."

"Slap!" Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped again by General Lin, who almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Put him down quickly!" The doctor shouted hastily.

General Lin didn't care too much, and hurriedly followed suit. Shen Huan's eyes were blank, staring straight ahead, his eyes faintly turning white.

The doctor only took one look, and the sweat immediately overflowed, "No, there is stagnation in the chest, and the breath is blocked! Press his chest!"

General Lin stretched out his hands and pressed it twice, only to feel that the place pressed by his hands was like an inflated ball, rebounding very quickly, and it was bulging and stiff.

He pressed down, and his voice almost broke his throat: "What else to do!"

The doctor hesitated seeing the situation, but General Lin had a bad feeling when he saw his expression, and immediately grabbed Shen Huan's shoulder and shook, "Chen Huan!"

Shen Huan didn't know it at all, his jaw moved, showing a dead state with eyes open and mouth open.

At this moment, the door curtain moved, and Song Chunjing rushed to the side of the bed, looked around the whole body, and in the blink of an eye, he clasped his hand two inches above his chest and knocked.

Seeing that he came in regardless, Chen Kuo immediately drew his saber and laid it across his chest.

Song Chunjing didn't seem to see it, so he listened.

A dull and closed voice came out.

With a flick of Chen Kuo's wrist, Wu Da walked in, pointing at him, "Put down your knife!"

As soon as Chen Kuo paused, Song Chunjing turned his wrists and palms with wind, and clasped Shen Huan's chest several times in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

"Dong dong!"

The dull sound made everyone's heart skip a beat.

Chen Kuo looked at him, his face darkened, General Lin got up and held him down, "This man is an imperial physician, let's take a look first!"

The imperial physicians from central Beijing are always better than those in the military camp. After hearing this, Chen Kuo slacked off a little, and loosened his grip on the knife.

Uda snorted coldly and stood beside the bed, and glanced at the person lying on top.

Shen Huan sank deep on the bed, his bones were erect, his eyes were sunken, his complexion was pale, he didn't look like a living person at all.

It is very different from the appearance of thin skin and tender meat when I was in Beijing.

"How did you make it look like this?" He asked in surprise.

Chen Kuo opened his mouth, and General Lin waved his hand to stop him from speaking, "It is said that he was ambushed at this moment, and his body is poisoned, and he hasn't cleaned it up yet."

Song Chunjing glanced at him from the corner of his eye, turned Shen Huan over without stopping, and with his hands shaped like knives, he massaged the center of his back and spine, and then quickly slapped several times on the two shoulder blades.

Shen Huan rolled his eyes upwards, his eyes were bloodshot.

Song Chunjing took a look, and immediately frowned, the line of his lips was tight and straight, and he slammed down hard!

"Boom!"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

With his hands up and down, the boy on the bed coughed violently.

He lowered his head and coughed for a moment, until his face was flushed, and everyone in the room opened their eyes to look at him.

Song Chunjing turned him over, took the water bowl, and handed it to his lips, "Take a sip."

He seemed to be still immersed in saving people, so the tone of his words was not gentle, and even commanded, and his whole face was filled with a heavy murderous look.

It was completely different from the one who spoke gently and softly just now, and it seemed that they were not the same person.

Hearing the sound, Shen Huan moved the tip of his nose, and smelled a refreshing breath that was completely different from the smell of sweat-stained loess in the army, and the familiar feeling buried deep in his heart immediately surged out.

The voice next to my ear was so familiar yet so strange, it shouldn't appear here anyway.

He was trembling all over, desperately restraining the throbbing in his heart, and slowly raised his head.

The thin eyelids rolled up, forming a deep crease.

The person in front of him slowly appeared in his eyes.