National teacher, he is a sick beauty

Hearing the words, Shen Ci paused for a moment, gathered his clothes and got off the bed.

Chu Lang was afraid that he would be unstable, and wanted to help him, but Shen Ci avoided him.

Shen Ci said lightly: "Young Master Chu, rest earlier."

Shen Ci left the room, but he never expected to meet Mo Qi who came out to wake up at night.

Seeing that Shen Ci came out of the room of the newcomer, Mo Qi was very surprised, and ran over quickly, but stood in front of Shen Ci but was stunned.

At this moment, Shen Ci's face was flushed, and the end of his eyes was slightly smudged with pink. There seemed to be fog in his eyes, making his eyes very hazy.

Mo Qi blinked and said, "You...what did you do in there?"

Shen Ci gave him a strange look: "See a doctor."

Mo Qi thought to himself, seeing a doctor like this is unprecedented.

But Mo Qi was just joking, he knew that Shen Ci was a human being, and if he said he was seeing a doctor, he must be seeing a doctor.

He asked, "What can you see?"

Shen Ci shook his head: "The only way is that the heart is damaged."

"Damage? Impossible, no wound."

Shen Ci raised his hand and gently stroked his heart: "It hurts when pressed."

Mo Qi was surprised: "A Ci, have you been hurt?"

He also asked before, but the answer was no.

Shen Ci lowered his eyes, the injury was an injury, but it was left by the previous life, and should have nothing to do with this life, otherwise there should be a hole in his chest.

Shen Ci said, "Never."

Mo Qi frowned, and was about to ask something, Shen Ci stretched out his hand to support him: "Go back, I'm sleepy."

"Oh." Mo Qi had no choice but to swallow all the questions, and helped Shen Ci back to his room.

After the two left, Chu Lang looked at the closed door and fell into deep thought.

He parted from Shen Ci half a year ago. He knew that Shen Ci didn't want to see him, so he didn't bother him. It's just that Shen Ci's illness hadn't recovered, and there seemed to be signs of seizures when he parted. Both the doctor and the doctor are helpless, even Mo Qi has nothing to do, so what can he do if he doesn't know the art of Qi and Huang?

So he spent half a year searching for famous doctors all over the world, and even went to visit the unborn genius doctors, dismissed all the early courts, and changed to the way of handing in papers, and he couldn't finish the papers every day, so he asked Gu Qing to filter some Useless memorial, only dealing with some important matters, by the way, I told Gu Qing to pay attention to the new champion, maybe he can help me a little.

While he was related to Shen Ci's distressed medical skills related to divine medicine, he also took time to deal with political affairs. He was so busy that he didn't know the time, but luckily he came here?

Chu Lang saw Mo Qi helping Shen Ci leave through the window, and he heard the conversation between the two at the door.

The pain in Shen Ci's heart was obviously due to an injury, but there was no scar. There was damage to the inside of the heart. If this was the case, it would be tricky.

But why did Shen Ci suffer from heart damage?

That position...is clearly the same as the arrow he shot in his previous life.

Could it be related to his rebirth, because he still didn't know people clearly after his rebirth, so Shen Ci was implicated, so that he didn't even have time to regret it?

But why should Shen Ci bear this price?

Is it because he changed the trajectory of Shen Ci's life?

Shen Ci in his previous life had died a long time ago. He died in the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, and died under his arrows. It is absolutely impossible for him to live to this day...

Chu Lang pressed the corner of his forehead and let out a long sigh.

No matter what, Mr. must live and live well.

Shen Ci leaned against the bed and fell asleep. This time he fell asleep again, and he didn't know how long he slept.

Fortunately, it was daytime when I woke up, the sky was just right, and there was a gentle breeze, blowing the lanterns hanging in the corridor.

Shen Ci propped himself up and got out of bed. After sleeping for so long, with some strength, he pushed the door open.

At some point in the yard outside the door, there was a round table and two stools. They were all made of wood, but they were very smooth.

There was a bowl on the table, and a man was sitting beside it.

It's Chu Lang.

The man seemed to hear the noise and turned around: "Are you awake?"

Shen Ci nodded slightly, walked slowly to Chu Lang's side, and sat down on another stool.

Only then did Shen Ci see clearly that the bowl was clearly full of medicine.

Shen Ci frowned, although Mo Qi would always decoct medicine for him in the past six months, but in fact he poured more and drank less.

Seeing his frown, Mo Qi asked with a smile, "You're not afraid of taking medicine, are you?"

Shen Ci said lightly: "I just don't like it."

"Oh," Chu Lang pretended to be convinced, "I made this bowl of medicine specially for you. It will be good for your condition. You will need to inject it later. Drink it."

Hearing what Chu Lang said, Shen Ci was a little shaken, and he naturally thought that he would get better.

Chu Lang urged him: "Drink it quickly, it will be cold in a while."

Shen Ci had no choice but to reach out and lift up the bowl, he frowned tightly, looking as if he was dying.

Chu Lang watched Shen Ci drink the medicine with a smile, and peeled off a candy with both hands where Shen Ci could not see.

Shen Ci drank half of it and put down the bowl.

Chu Lang looked at the bowl with half of the medicine juice still in it, raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

The bitter taste in Shen Ci's mouth spread: "I won't drink it."

Chu Lang stretched out his hand hidden under the table, and spread the sugar in his hand before Shen Ci's eyes.

Shen Ci blinked slightly, and reached out to take it.

Chu Lang dodged it.

Shen Ci looked at Chu Lang in puzzlement.

Chu Lang said: "I will give you the medicine."

Shen Ci pursed his lips.

Chu Lang said with a smile: "If you drink half of the medicine, the effect of the medicine will be weakened a lot. Even if you eat sweets now, can you still drink the other half of the bitter medicine? Why don't you drink it all at once, and then drink it up?" Eat something sweet."

Even though Shen Ci knew that what Chu Lang said was reasonable, he looked at the thick bowl of soup and felt the bitter taste in his mouth, so he didn't want to pick it up again.

Chu Lang said again: "If you don't finish drinking now, you will have to drink another bowl later."

Chu Lang looked at Shen Ci, wondering if his husband would smash the bowl again.

Fortunately, Shen Ci was not a person who used his temper in front of outsiders. He picked up the bowl again, frowned and drank the remaining concoction in one gulp.

As soon as he put down the bowl, Chu Lang brought the sugar in his palm to Shen Ci.

Shen Ci quickly took it and fed it into his mouth.

The sweetness of the sugar instantly covered the bitterness in his mouth, making Shen Ci's face slightly better.

"You said just now that you still need to give needles?"

Chu Lang nodded: "En."

Shen Ci asked: "Did you diagnose something? Is there a way to deal with it?"

Chu Lang tapped his fingers casually on the table: "Just try, I'm not sure."

Shen Ci nodded: "Well, after all, there is no better way. A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor. You can try it as you like."

Chu Lang snorted: "What does it mean to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor? How can you say that about yourself?"

Shen Ci lowered his eyes: "When will it start?"

Chu Lang thought for a while: "It takes half an hour for the medicine to take effect, maybe after half an hour."

"Okay," Shen Ci asked again, "do I need...to do something?"

Chu Lang shook his head: "No, although acupuncture is required, it may not be cured. You have to be prepared."

Shen Ci nodded: "I understand."

Chu Lang glanced at him, Shen Ci's expression was tired, and he always looked like he would fall asleep at any time, which made people worry: "Are you sleepy again?"

Shen Ci was slightly stunned. In fact, he didn't feel anything at first, or even if he was sleepy and about to fall asleep a lot of times, he didn't feel anything special.

"maybe."

Chu Lang stretched out his hand and signaled to Shen Ci: "Give me your hand."

Shen Ci was puzzled: "What are you doing?"

Chu Lang: "Give it to me and you will know."

Shen Ci handed him his hand in doubt, Chu Lang took Shen Ci's hand, pressed his Hegu point, and rubbed it gently.

While rubbing, Chu Lang explained: "This acupuncture point is on the tiger's mouth, which helps relieve headaches and refresh oneself."

Shen Ci let him hold on.

As soon as Bai Sheng walked into the yard, he saw the two sitting, and a strange man was holding Shen Ci's hand and rubbing it.

It should be what Mo Qi said, the injured quack.

Bai Sheng walked over with the food: "Mr. Shen, you're awake."

Shen Ci looked up and nodded: "Well, you were not ordered by Mo Qi to decoct medicine today?"

Bai Sheng put the food on the table, and separated the hands they held: "Well, this young master cut the medicine today."

Shen Ci looked at Chu Lang: "So that's the case."

Chu Lang glanced at the food that Bai Sheng brought, and said, "You can't eat these."

Before Shen Ci could speak, Bai Sheng asked first: "Why? Mr. finally woke up. If you have an appetite, you should naturally eat more."

Chu Lang: "I'm going to get an injection later, so don't eat it yet."

Shen Ci nodded: "It's okay, I don't have much appetite anyway."

Bai Sheng looked at Shen Ci worriedly: "Sir, you are so weak now that you can't eat anything, how can you survive like this? This young man won't..."

Chu Lang frowned and looked at Shen Ci. What Bai Sheng said was not unreasonable. He touched Shen Ci's heart last night and felt that Shen Ci had lost a lot of weight. In fact, he didn't need to touch it, he could tell it by looking, but it was even more shocking to touch.