Playwright is wronged by routine [Rebirth]

When I woke up, it was still dark.

He Yanfei felt as if he had been hit on the forehead with an axe, his headache was about to split, his neck hurt so badly, he seemed to have fallen into a stiff neck.I got up and took some painkillers, which relieved the symptoms a little, and slowly recalled what happened yesterday.

From Zhu Yusheng talking about playing a game, to when he was knocked out, from the beginning to the end, every detail was not missed, and he remembered it clearly.

"What are you afraid of—" These words were like a piercing magic voice, buzzing in his ears.

What did I do? He Yanfei put his head in his hands and rolled his eyes to the sky.

"Aren't you, don't lift it!"

How could I tell Zhu Yusheng the truth, it's over!

He Yanfei rolled around on the bed, buried her head under the pillow like an ostrich.

Drinking was a mistake, from now on, I will never drink with Zhu Yusheng again!

Once you have your heart, you will never be able to play anymore. If you play again, you will not only enter your life, but also enter your body!

He Yanfei made up his mind, discarded all distracting thoughts, and forced himself to sleep.

In the early morning of the next day, I went to the pharmacy of Life and Death Pavilion as usual to meet the master.

"Disciple——" Yu Huaishi just opened his mouth when he saw his apprentice fighting eyelids and concentrating on "fishing", so he calmly took out a needle from his sleeve and stuck it on his forehead.

"Ah--" He Yanfei yelled, his whole body trembled, and he suddenly woke up.

"The needle sticks here to refresh your mind. But if you stick it for a long time, your limbs will become paralyzed. If you are still sleepy, you need to stick it more often." Yu Huaishi said with a kind face.

"Master! This disciple knows his mistake! This disciple is very sober now!" He Yanfei hastily admitted his mistake.

Yu Huaishi then took out the silver needle, put it back on his sleeve, and said slowly: "You have been studying here for several months, it's time to practice your skills."

He Yanfei was slightly taken aback, what does this mean?

Yu Huaishi took out a booklet from his pocket, and said: "Every day, countless people ask me to visit the doctor, and all of them are listed in this booklet. I have recently developed new medicines, and they have all died except for the leader and elders. You choose to practice on these people yourself. "

"This apprentice will definitely live up to what Master entrusts." He Yanfei took the booklet and quickly flipped through it.

The booklet is densely packed with names and diseases.There are suzerains, hall masters, guards, servants, and various illnesses.

At this time, he noticed a line of familiar names on the second page—the suzerain Qian Wanqian, isn't this the cheap master he used to mess around with?This disease is actually...

He Yanfei's face changed slightly, and he cupped his hands and asked, "Master, Sect Master Qian said that he lost the antidote for his 'Seven-Step Heartbroken' and wanted to ask for another one. How should we deal with this situation?"

"Hmph. The old man only refines one batch of antidote each time, and it will be gone after distribution. This medicine is time-consuming to refine, and if it is lost, let him die by himself."

"Master, after all, Sect Master Qian is also an old man of our sect. If you let it go, I'm afraid it won't work if the leader blames it..." He Yanfei looked up to observe Master's face, and found that there was no obvious displeasure, and then said cautiously: "Sect Master Qian I have some friendship with my apprentice, if the master can't get out, the apprentice can help refine the antidote so that the master can concentrate on his own affairs..."

Hearing these words, Yu Huaishi stroked his beard, pondered for a while, and said, "Tomorrow, I will come to the pharmacy to get the medicine, and if I can't do it, let him ask for blessings." After speaking, he left the pharmacy. , leaving He Yanfei alone.

He has tried out most of the ingredients of "Seven-step Broken Heart", but the key ingredients of several flavors are too complicated to be determined, and he dare not test the medicine rashly on his body, so the research on the antidote has stagnated.This time, taking the opportunity, Yao Yin and even the drug testers caught up, maybe the antidote could be found out.

He Yanfei suddenly became busy. For several days in a row, he stayed in the pharmacy from morning to night, concentrating on researching the antidote. During the period, Chu Yingsi delivered meals a few times, but he never saw a single person.

In the evening, Zhu Yusheng read the papers in the study while listening to Yuewei's report.

"What did Xiao Wu do in the past few days?" Zhu Yusheng was dual-purpose, working and talking.

"Master Yu asked Mr. Ying to visit the doctor on his behalf. Mr. Ying has been preparing for the visit recently."

"Ask Liu Ye to send some herbal food to soothe the nerves and invigorate the brain, and take this with you by the way." Zhu Yusheng handed Yuewei a small paper crane.

"Yes, my lord." Yue Wei bowed and said goodbye.

After a busy day, He Yanfei dragged his exhausted body back to the other courtyard.

"Master, the lord sent someone to bring this medicinal meal, which is said to have the effect of calming the nerves." Xiaoyue brought the reheated medicinal meal, and a medicinal fragrance filled the bedroom.

He Yanfei had already digested all the food in the afternoon, and now his stomach was empty, so he immediately sat down at the table and rubbed his hands together.

"Master, the Lord also sent a little paper crane."

He Yanfei took over the paper crane, and Xiaoyue resigned.

There is only one sentence in the note:

Don't be too tired, rest early - Yusheng.

Clearly, there were such serious words between the lines, but it made his scalp tingle for no reason, and goose bumps fell all over the floor.

After all, before that, Zhu Yusheng never added a signature.

Adding a name this time always feels like the meaning has changed.In just a short line of words, it became extremely nasty.He Yanfei recalled the real person's exhortation tone, and immediately trembled three times.

Can't be provoked, can't hide.

He Yanfei folded the paper crane and put it in a small box, ate some medicinal food, and then went to sleep. There was no dream all night.

After many days of hard work, He Yanfei finally made an antidote.But the master didn't even look at it, and just let him use it as he pleases, and it doesn't matter if he is put to death or alive.He Yanfei had no choice but to bite the bullet and visit Qian Wanqian.

Stepping into the gambling house again, He Yanfei's identity is quite different.Last time he was a male favorite, but this time he became a life-saving doctor.

He Yanfei was led to Qian Wanqian's bedroom by the servant, and as expected, he also saw several old acquaintances—Wu Biying and Ding Bushuo.

Qian Wanqian was lying on the bed, lifeless, with his eyes closed tightly, his brows furrowed into a ball, and his whole face showed sunken eye sockets and high cheekbones, obviously suffering from illness.

Wu Biying was still so impatient.Sitting on the chair, when he saw He Yanfei coming, his face was drawn long, but when he thought of his brother's illness, he suppressed a smile, and said in a low voice: "The nephew is finally here? This time it all depends You. I don’t know what Lord Yu thinks, but he sent a fledgling disciple here, I think you must have a lot of skills to catch his eyes.”

Ding Busheng has always followed the golden mean. Compared with Wu Biying's forced smile, he seems much calmer.He got up and walked up to He Yanfei, saluted politely, and said: "I'll just trouble my nephew. Wanqian, he has been tortured by the medicine for a long time, if he delays any longer, this person may be ruined."

He Yanfei respectfully returned the salute: "Master is seriously ill, and this disciple will definitely do his best. Please rest assured, seniors."

Ding Bushu nodded, and led He Yanfei to Qian Wanqian's bedside.Wu Biying reluctantly stood up, gave up his seat, and looked at He Yanfei with doubts in his eyes.

He Yanfei first observed the condition and checked the pulse.Then he opened the medical box, took out a pair of silver needles, and carefully injected the needles on Qian Wanqian's acupuncture points.

After giving the injection, he took out another blue pill from the box and put it in the cup to turn into water, and fed it into Qian Wanqian's mouth little by little with a spoon.

After drinking all the potion, Qian Wanqian still didn't move, but He Yanfei started to pull out the silver needles and wrapped them in white cloth, as if the treatment was over.

Wu Biying waited for more than an hour, but Brother Qian didn't turn around at all, and was about to explode immediately, pointing at He Yanfei and said, "Will you know how to cure illnesses..."

"Cough-cough-"

Qian Wanqian, who had been sleeping peacefully, suddenly coughed violently, his lips slowly turned from pale to black and purple, his face also turned blue, and finally spit out a mouthful of dirty blood with a "poof".

Wu Biying turned pale with shock, and said, "Brother Qian, what's wrong? You kid——" As he spoke, he was about to lift He Yanfei's collar.

Ding Bushu hurriedly stopped him, and said: "Brother Wu, please be safe and don't be impatient. This spitting of dirty blood may also be detoxification. My nephew should be able to find a way. Don't worry!" Pat Wu Biying on the back.

Wu Biying had no choice but to endure it.

He Yanfei didn't panic, just took out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood on Qian Wanqian's mouth, and then slowly said: "Actually, Master didn't give me the antidote."

This time, Ding Bubai's expression also changed. Just as he was about to speak, Wu Biying preempted him: "Then what did you feed him? Tell me!"

He Yanfei was held up by the collar, facing Wu Biying's anger, but without fear, he said calmly: "Master said that this medicine is difficult to make, and if the medicine is lost, you can only wait for death. I don't want him to die, so I went to ask for some of it." Yao Yin, make the antidote by yourself. I’m not sure if the antidote will work or not. But if you don’t give it to him, he will definitely die.”

Wu Biying's face turned white and red alternately, one side was angry and the other side was scared.According to the ghost doctor's indifference to human life and his weird and perverse temperament, it is really possible to say such a thing... Then Brother Qian will have no chance of life?

Ding Bubai also calmed down at this moment, and said calmly: "If, as my nephew said, this antidote is made by you, and the current situation is not right, how do you deal with it..."

He Yanfei clasped his hands and said: "Although the medicine failed to cure the poison today, but fortunately it forced out the poisonous blood accumulated in his body. I have to go back and improve the antidote. Please give me a little more time, I will definitely I will do my best to save Master."

Wu Biying slowly loosened his collar, clenched his hands into fists, suppressed his anger and said, "Let me just believe you. If you dare to play tricks, I will make you regret your birth!"

He Yanfei didn't change his face, and bowed his hands: "This junior will definitely do his best! Please rest assured!"

Ding Buloi winked at Wu Biying, then summoned the servants and sent He Yanfei back.

However, He Yanfei didn't go back to the other hospital, but went directly to the pharmacy, and raced against time to figure out the antidote. In the end, he stayed up too late, exhausted, and fell asleep on the table.

In the study room, the lights were bright, Zhu Yusheng was practicing calligraphy, and Yuewei came to report.

"What's the matter?" He didn't raise his head and concentrated on writing.

"Young Master Ying went to heal Sect Master Qian today." Yue Wei replied.

He raised his head and glanced, then lowered his head and asked, "How is the cure?"

"The person was not rescued, and Sect Master Wu was furious because of this."

Zhu Yusheng made a mistake in writing, so he shredded the paper into powder, walked down from the desk with his hands behind his back, walked to the window, looked in the direction of Zuiyueju, and said, "Did the suzerain hurt him?"

"No, the young master left unharmed."

Zhu Yusheng nodded, and then asked, "Has he returned to his room now?"

"Not yet, the young master went directly to the pharmacy, and he is still staying there."

Zhu Yusheng waved his hand and said, "Back off."

Moon Guard saluted and left.

It was late at night, and the temperature difference between day and night was still a bit large.

He Yanfei sneezed in his sleep, couldn't help shaking, and shrank himself into a ball.

"Hey--"

A low, inaudible sigh.

The bright red coat fell gently on He Yanfei's shoulders.

The door opened and was lightly closed again.

The house returned to silence, except for the chirping of insects.