Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

In the dormitory, the air was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop on the ground. All the palace servants bowed their heads and tried their best not to make any noise.

Fu Mingyuan stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, exuding a horrific soldierly aura, indignant and self-indulgent, he cast a cold look at the imperial physician who hesitated for a long time, "How is the situation?"

"Reporting to the general, Your Majesty, this is, yes..." The imperial doctor cupped his hands, gritted his teeth and continued to say: "Your Majesty has not completely recovered after getting rid of the Gu poison before, and now the blood is depleted, and the heart is weak, I am afraid... ...shou yuan is lost."

After all, the imperial physician buried his head and did not dare to look directly at Fu Mingyuan. Their title of imperial physician sounds magnificent on the outside, but they understand it on the inside. This position is to carry their heads all day, hang on the tip of the knife and live without being sick. If it is a minor illness, when it is really a terminal illness, you have to think twice, and you have to speak softly.

The imperial doctor sighed in his heart, what is this all about!

Fu Mingyuan raised his hand and waved back the palace man, and said bluntly: "How long does Your Majesty have to live?"

Thinking about the rumors outside, the imperial doctor summed it up and said honestly: "It takes five years at most, and three years at least."

The imperial physician originally thought that the air pressure would be a little looser, but as soon as the voice fell, the temperature of the whole body suddenly dropped to a delicious degree, and it took a long time before he heard a cold voice: "Prescribe the medicine."

The imperial physician breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to step back with the medicine box in hand, when Fu Mingyuan suddenly said, "Keep this from Your Majesty in advance."

The imperial physician quickly responded: "Yes."

The calm in the hall returned, Fu Mingyuan set his sights on the person with closed eyes in the bed curtain, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand to tuck the other person's quilt tightly.

At this time, a dispute suddenly came from outside the hall. The voice seemed to be the little eunuch who had followed the emperor earlier, who was stopped by the guards at the door, arguing to come in.

Fu Mingyuan was about to call for someone to blow the little eunuch away, but suddenly paused, and finally shouted to the outside of the hall: "Let him in."

The guard at the gate got the order, so naturally he didn't dare to stop him, Xiao Anzi tugged at the hem of his fat clothes, snorted a few times and trot into the hall.

As soon as Xiao Anzi came in, he looked at Fu Mingyuan vigilantly, like a little beast guarding his belongings, Fu Mingyuan didn't care about his rudeness, and just asked indifferently: "How long have you been with your master?"

Xiao Anzi was a little scared of him, but when he thought that this person had bad intentions for His Majesty, he immediately summoned up his momentum and said, "Half a year."

Fu Mingyuan smiled: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Xiao Anzi straightened his body and said, "Don't be afraid!"

"I have fought in wars since I was young, and I have killed many people. If I say what I am best at, it is to wipe my neck." Fu Mingyuan paused slightly, and turned his gaze around Xiao Anzi's neck: "The blade is very sharp, just need to put it on the neck With a single swipe, your flesh will be cut open, and your throat will be cut directly."

Every time he said a word, Xiao Anzi couldn't help but wondered in his mind, whether it was because he was young and lacked concentration, which made his cheeks turn pale with fright, and he clenched his sleeves tightly, "Slave, don't be afraid!"

This little slave is okay.

Fu Mingyuan withdrew his coercion and was about to send him out when a weak voice suddenly came from behind him, "General Fu is quite majestic."

Xiao Anzi rushed to the side of the couch in three steps and two steps, overjoyed: "Your Majesty! You finally woke up! You scared the slave to death!"

Song Xi supported Xiao Anzi's hand, sat up with difficulty, flicked his forehead, and said, "It's alright, alright, what does it sound like."

It sounded like a reprimand, but there was no sense of reproach in the tone. Xiao Anzi rubbed the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

It's hard to say why, but this scene made Fu Mingyuan's eyes a little dazzling, he took a step forward, pushed the little servant away calmly, and said: "You are not in good health, just lie down first."

"Don't bother General Fu, I, cough—" Song Xi couldn't help coughing before he finished speaking, his throat was pulled, and he felt a little dry pain.

Fu Mingyuan sat on the edge of the bed in a natural way, and told Xiao Anzi, "Go get water."

After taking a sip of warm water, Song Xi slowly calmed down, smiled comfortingly at Xiao Anzi, and said, "You go down first."

Xiao Anzi looked at him, then at the strong Fu Mingyuan, hesitated for a while before leaning over to accept the order, "Yes."

Seeing Xiao Anzi disappear from sight, Song Xi looked away and said calmly, "How long does the imperial doctor say I can live?"

Fu Mingyuan pursed his lips slightly, "I don't know."

Song Xi didn't bother to expose him. Although he was unconscious just now, the system was online 24 hours a day. When he woke up, he yelled that his body would not last long.

Song Xi took a deep breath, and slowly said the words he had already thought up: "General Fu has worked hard these days, and he has made great contributions to Zhao Guo. He should be rewarded heavily, but after much deliberation, only the chair in the Jinluan Hall is suitable for you. Otherwise I..."

Fu Mingyuan interrupted his long speech with a cold face: "No need, I don't lack anything."

Song Xi said clearly: "General Fu don't have to be afraid that his name will not be right and his words will not go well. I ask myself to step down."

His emperor is no different from air, rather than being kicked out by the other party, he might as well let go, buy a house and some money, and take Xiao Anzi out of the palace.

As for how this mission is, it can only be resigned to fate, if it fails, it will fail, and the system will not do anything to him, at worst, it will be a punishment mission.

Fu Mingyuan lightly ground his back molars, lowered his eyes and said: "I don't mean that."

Song Xi was about to say something, but Fu Mingyuan got up quickly, "I still have something to do in the minister's house, so I will leave first." After speaking, he shook his sleeves and left without looking back.

Song Xi didn't know which tendon he had convulsed again, and he lay down again with his mouth puckered.

Originally thought that the two would not see each other for a short time, who knew that within half a day, Song Xi felt hot all over his body, and his whole body was so hot that he was in a daze.

The imperial doctor diagnosed Song Xi as suffering from a cold, and if he wanted to reduce his fever quickly, he would have to give him strong medicine, but he was so weak that no one would appreciate the prescription, and they were afraid that Song Xi would not be able to hold on to the prescription. But it's a matter of copying and chopping all over the house.

Several old doctors deliberated, and in the end they decided to invite Fu Mingyuan to let General Fu make up his mind.

When Fu Mingyuan rushed into the palace, he was wearing a loose long gown, his hair was fixed with a hosta casually, and the scattered ends of his hair were wet|wet|wet and still dripping water.

He waved back the palace servants who were saluting, and asked, "How is the situation now?"

An imperial doctor came out to explain, expressed his concerns, then shook his head with a wry smile and said, "If the fever doesn't subside within half an hour, it may be life-threatening."

Fu Mingyuan thought for a while and said: "You can't take medicine, go prepare a pot of strong wine and towels, and leave the rest first."

Not long after, the palace servants brought things quickly, Fu Mingyuan drove them all outside, closed the door and pulled up the curtain, and stretched out his hands to untie Song Xi's clothes without changing his expression.

Song Xi was so burned that his whole body was blushing, and he was raving nonsense, which couldn't be heard clearly.

Fu Mingyuan soaked the towel in the wine, took it out and wrung it half dry, and wiped Song Xi from head to toe. The alcohol evaporated, and the fever subsided a little, but the alcohol could not be wiped too much, and he put it down after wiping it once.

Fu Mingyuan put his hand on Song Xi's forehead to take his temperature, and the temperature gradually tended to return to humidity.

Seeing Song Xi writhing uncomfortably, he turned to the door and ordered: "Bring a bucket of cold water."

……

Song Xi's fever was so bad that he still had a faint sense of consciousness. After taking the medicine at noon today, he stayed on the bed and walked around in the hall. He didn't know that this frail body was so exaggerated. He blew a little cold wind from the window and didn't pass it. How long did it take to get hot.

The high fever persisted for a long time, and his whole body seemed to be thrown into the stove and turned back and forth to grill, and his breath would burn people casually.

In a daze, he felt the cold swishing all over his body, and it didn't last long before it spread out. Song Xi writhed impatiently, and just stretched out his legs to kick the quilt away, but was pulled back again.

The corners of his mouth moved, and he was about to swear, when suddenly something icy and cool leaned against him, exuding a comfortable air-conditioning, as if he was suddenly embracing a piece of driftwood while floating in the deep sea, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

Song Xi sighed softly, rubbed his head comfortably, and even touched a few drops of water, which wet the hair on his temples.

Not long after, something like an ice cube was warmed by him. Song Xi frowned and let go of his hand. The "ice cube" moved and retreated.

Often times, Song Xi hugged the ice cube like this, and the heat on his body gradually receded, and finally he opened his eyebrows and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Several imperial physicians outside the hall paced back and forth, anxiously watching the sight go by minute by minute. It took nearly half an hour before the door was slowly pushed open.

Fu Mingyuan's mouth was slightly bluish-purple, and the tips of his hair seemed wetter than before. He said calmly, "Your Majesty's fever has subsided. Pay more attention and report in time if you have anything to do."

Saying yes, he left in a hurry, leaving only a few imperial physicians standing in the wind looking at each other.

When Song Xi woke up, he felt as if he had slept for a long time, but his head was a little groggy.

Seeing that he was fine, Xiao Anzi was overjoyed. He hurriedly fed him porridge and handed him medicine, and couldn't stop rambling about what happened these days.

There is no one in Song Xi's harem, so naturally there will be less gossip. After all, it's just a matter of a few people.

"Your Majesty, you don't even know! Last night you had a high fever, and those imperial doctors were very worried. It was General Fu who came out to help you reduce your fever and lower your body temperature. I heard that General Fu even drank several bowls of ginger soup when he went back yesterday! "

"Pfft—" Song Xi took a mouthful of hot water and sprayed it out without holding back, and said dumbfounded: "What did you say? He used... his body to lower my temperature?"

Xiao Anzi couldn't dodge it, and was sprayed straight on. He rubbed his sleeves to wipe the water off his clothes, and said with emotion: "Yes, the situation was critical at that time, and it was really thanks to General Fu."

Song Xi stuttered suddenly, "How do you know him... Could it be that you saw him?"

Xiao Anzi shook his head, "I didn't see it, but I heard that General Fu waved everyone away and asked for a bucket of cold water. When he went out, his hair and collar were wet. Many people saw it!"

Song Xi picked out the key words, and then combined and extended them. After a long time, the empty teacup in his hand fell on the brocade quilt, and he said slowly in a daze, "It's over."

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