Invincible drunk

Sitting on the boat, Huan Lan looked at the vast misty waves, touched the smooth fur under his palm, turned his head and asked Su Moxun, who was looking at the strange legends collected by his men, and said: "It will take a few more days to finish the work." To Yandu?"

Su Moxun put down the book and said slowly, "Up to five days."

"You were the one who was anxious for me to save people back then, why do you look more comfortable than me now?" Huan Lan put his hand into the water wave, feeling the feeling of the water flowing across his palm, and narrowed his eyes.

It is no wonder that he is impatient. After sitting in a carriage for ten days and sailing for nearly twenty days, no one will be in a good mood.

"What's the use of being anxious?" Su Moxun said slowly, "It's just doing your best and obeying the destiny." As he spoke, his voice was a little gloomy.

"Then you should tell me something about your nephew, right?" Huan Lan rubbed his hands on Jue's body twice, and the wet feeling made Jue flick his hair in displeasure.

"Of course you will know when we get there." After saying this, Su Moxun stopped talking.

On the fourth day, the ship finally docked.

There were already people on the shore who had received the message to pick them up, so Su Moxun let Huan Lan into one of the sedan chairs and sat on the other one. Huan Lan felt top-heavy for a while, and the sedan chair was lifted up.

Through the thick curtain, Huan Lan could still hear the bustling sounds in the market.

The rivers of the Great Yan Dynasty were crisscrossed, and the water transportation industry was extremely developed. As the imperial capital of the Great Yan Dynasty, Yandu, its prosperity and excitement can be seen.

The sedan chair wobbled for half a day, turned left and right for an unknown number of turns, and finally heard a voice: "Here we are."

Huan Lan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his dizzy head, and got off the sedan chair.

Su Moxun also came out of the sedan chair, and there was an old man over fifty years old waiting there.

"Master Su, you are back!" The old man greeted him, "Have you arrived, this genius doctor?"

"The genius doctor is out, but I brought his apprentice along." Su Moxun replied with a smile.

"This..." The old man glanced at Huan Lan, hesitated for a while, and then bowed to Huan Lan to the end, "I also ask the young master to save my prince."

Lord?

Huan Lan narrowed her eyes and looked at Su Moxun.

The other party returned a smile.

Huan Lan lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Mr. please lead the way."

The old man agreed, and said again: "My surname is Zhao, you can just call me Manager Zhao."

"it is good."

Passing through a gravel path, you can see the shadows of trees, Manager Zhao opened the door and said in a low voice: "Master, the doctor is here."

There was a low coughing sound from inside the door, and then a maid came out and said in a low voice, "My lord invites this doctor in."

Stepping into the room, Huan Lan scanned the room, only to see a screen blocking her view.

The maid walked to the screen, bowed her head and said, "Young Master, please."

After crossing the screen, Huan Lan saw the fifth prince who was seriously ill.

The man on the bed was pale, but he had a good complexion.

Eyebrows are clear and bright, handsome and extraordinary.

Huan Lan bowed his head and saluted: "Caomin has seen the prince."

"Please get up. Cough cough... please trouble the doctor." Jing He coughed twice and closed his eyes slightly.

"Don't dare to do it. Please extend your hand, so that the grass people can treat you." Huan Lan stepped forward, and the maid at the side had already placed a small bed beside Jinghe's bed. Huan Lan sat on the bed and stretched out her hand to feel the pulse.

After a while, Fang relaxed.

"How?" asked the manager on the side hastily.

"It can be cured." Huan Lan said concisely.

"That's good, that's good..." Mr. Zhao said repeatedly.

The imperial physicians in the palace always gave vague and secretive answers. It was rare for such a doctor to speak so crisply, which made people feel confident.

"This old slave will send someone to notify His Royal Highness Zhao Wang." Director Zhao said and went out.

Huan Lan on the side picked up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had been prepared on the table, thought for a while, and then put down the pen.

"But, what's wrong? Cough cough...cough." Seeing him stop writing, Jing He asked.

"The medicine is three-point poisonous, so you should be more cautious when using it." Huan Lan said lightly, "I wonder if the prescriptions prescribed by the previous doctors are still kept in the prince's mansion?"

"Luluo, go get it." Jinghe ordered the maid, who bowed slightly, went out for about half a cup of tea, and came back with a small box.

Huan Lan opened the box and saw a thick stack of paper inside, frowning almost invisible.

"May I ask the prince, since when did he become weak?" Huan Lan felt that His Highness Prince Ding's pulse was ups and downs as soon as he felt his pulse, it didn't look like he was suddenly sick.

"About five or six years old." Jing He replied.

"It was when you were five years old, three days before the first day." Another voice sounded from outside the door.

When the man turned around from behind the screen, Huan Lanfang saw the man's face clearly: the man was only a weak crown, and he looked three points similar to this King Ding, but the aura around him made people ignore him at the beginning good looks.

"I heard from Mr. Zhao that Mr. Su has found a disciple of the genius doctor, so I came to see it." Jingheng stepped forward a few steps, sat by the bed, and asked, "How do you feel today?"

"It's much better." Jing He replied with a smile.

"I have seen His Royal Highness King Zhao." Huan Lan saluted.

"No." Jingheng waved his hand, "What did you ask for the prescription prescribed by the previous doctor?"

Huan Lan bowed his head and said: "I look at the pulse of the prince, it doesn't look like a sudden illness. After thinking about it, the imperial physician in the palace also prescribed a lot of medicine in the past. These medicines have been taken by the prince for many years, and it will inevitably affect the body. Only by looking at the medicine that the prince drank earlier can we make a judgment."

"Then just watch." Jingheng raised his chin slightly.

Huan Lan turned over the medicines with a piece of paper, her brows furrowed more and more.

"How?" Jing Heng looked at Huan Lan's displeasure, and narrowed his eyes slightly: Was it someone's intentional design, or...

"There is no problem with the prescription." Huan Lan put the paper back into the box, "It stands to reason that when His Royal Highness Prince Ding was sick at the age of five, he just had to drink that dose of medicine and take care of it, so that he wouldn't be like this now... ...."

"Then what should we do now?" Jingheng asked in his mind who would tamper with the medicine.

"You can't drink the medicine anymore," Huan Lan sighed, and said, "His Royal Highness Prince Ding's body is like the fallen leaves in autumn. The medicine is so powerful that I really can't help it."

After hesitating for a moment, Huan Lan continued: "Maybe acupuncture and moxibustion can be combined with dietary therapy. Over time, it should improve."

"Trouble doctor." Jingheng raised the corners of his lips, "Then please ask the doctor to stay here for a while, if my fifth younger brother recovers, I will thank you very much."

"No need. It's the job of a doctor to save people." Huan Lan took a pen and wrote a prescription, "Make these medicinal materials into medicine bags, and put them in the water when the prince takes a bath, which can reduce the coldness in the prince's body."

As for why there is such a heavy cold in the body, Huan Lan didn't ask.

This Yandu seems to be singing and dancing in peace, but the hidden place is full of undercurrents.

He is just a doctor, he can cure diseases and save lives, as long as he does his job well.

Lu Luo took Fang Zi, saluted and stepped back.

Director Zhao came in at this time, bowed and said: "The yard for this doctor has been tidied up. The old servant arranged the little doctor in Tingtao Garden on his own initiative, which is closer to the prince's residence, so it is better a care."

"Thank you." Huan Lan saluted.

"Don't dare to act, dare not act!" Manager Zhao said repeatedly, "If the two princes are fine, the old slave will take the young master to the residence to have a look?"

"Go down." Jinghe waved his hand.

"By the way, you, ahem, what's your name?" Just as he stepped out of the room, Huan Lan suddenly heard Jing He's voice.

"Huan Lan." Huan Lan smiled lightly.