A foolish king has a disease, a male concubine has medicine

"Although I don't understand what you mean, but literally speaking, it's pretty similar." Han Bicheng scalded Zhong Linghuai's bowl again, washed away the blood in the bowl, and rinsed a bowl of plain water. A few volumes, slightly restrained, although the appearance is not good, but looking at it now, he should have been a romantic person when he was young. It is obviously a flush job, but he feels a bit out of the world when he does it.

"He is seriously ill, so I can only take a sideways approach to you, and use some other means. You don't have to have too much hope. The brothers on the road call me the poison king, and I will praise you." Although the hut is small, it can also The internal organs are complete, and several packs of medicine wrapped in yellow paper have already been placed in the pharmacy. "It's burnt, let Zimu help you, you look at him more, maybe this medicine will die if you try it."

"Okay." Putting the folded quilt on the stool in the room, Zhong Linghuai took the bowl of boiled water into the kitchen, found some cane sugar and melted it in it, and brought it into the room.

He closed the door slightly, his face was reddish, the temperature of his hands had cooled down, he took a sip of the medicine in the bowl, wanted to touch it with his lips, and crossed over, the bowl of sugar water, what was fed in and what came out of the mouth, was about the same amount. Half open.

Holding Lin Chishuang's hand, the temperature of the limbs is low, and the touch is cold. In the past, Lin Chishuang held him like this. Zhong Linghuai thought back, but now, he is holding him by himself.Both Lin Chi and Lin Chi confessed to him yesterday, but now, in less than a day, he is unconscious and his life is in danger. Zhong Linghuai, who has always disbelieved in fate, has some doubts whether it is because of his birth date and the Zhong family and Lin Chi.

Lin Chi's face is black and gray, his peach blossom eyes are closed, his nails are purple and black, his whole body lacks vitality, and the meridians on his neck are like silk threads, crawling into his concealed clothes.

With a colic in his chest, Zhong Linghuai covered Lin Chi who was lying on the bed with his outer shirt, and ran to where Han Bicheng was, "Mr. Han, you have a colic in your heart, and it tends to go to your left shoulder."

After taking the pill handed over by Han Bicheng and swallowing it, the colic in his heart was relieved all of a sudden, and Zhong Linghuai had to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't loose it too fast, Zimu's medicine is ready, ready to test it." Han Bicheng put the decoction handed over by the boy in front of Zhong Linghuai, and saw a blue and red patch on his forehead, eyebrows like distant mountains, and phoenix eyes. The young man who was extremely charming drank the bowl of soup without hesitation, his clothes were tattered, but he couldn't stop the nobility on his body.

The young man's expression was indifferent, and he only stretched out a purple circled wrist, so that Han Bicheng could feel his pulse.There is no life or death in the eyes, as if the one who drank the medicine just now was not himself, but came to see an ordinary patient with headache and brain fever.

"How—" After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Han Bicheng was still touching his pulse with his fingers, but he didn't say a word. The young man's tone was a little eager, and even his beautiful phoenix eyes were a little red, as if there were red silk threads spreading.

"It has some uses. Let me adjust the prescription. Let's continue to try. It's just that most of these medicines have the effect of tigers and wolves. I'm afraid you are weak and you won't be able to try them at that time. After taking this medicine, it can relieve the properties of the medicine just now." Han Bicheng He turned around and stretched out his hand to grab the medicine from the medicine cabinet. The small scale was marked in his hand, and a bottle of medicine had already been thrown on the table.

"Go ahead and try, sir, I can bear it." Zhong Linghuai clutched his stomach. The medicine just now hurt his stomach a little, and the pain was unbearable. After taking a medicine in the bottle, he got better. During the trial of the medicine, Just started, this medicine can suppress the pain, and it must suppress the nature of the medicine. If you can't get a more accurate symptom from the pulse, I'm afraid that something bad will happen, so I'd rather endure it by myself.

Within three days, Zhong Linghuai tried 37 packs of medicine. Zhong Linghuai suffered unbearable pain in his abdomen, his face was pale, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and the white clothes on his back were wet. , but couldn't stop trembling, "Xian—" Before the new word was uttered, Zhong Linghuai tilted his head and fell into the pile of herbs.

"It's a good luck, but it was released. Zimu, you go to rest, I'll make another medicine," Han Bicheng looked at his little grandson, he was tired these days, and he was helping day and night The decoction, the two small bruises under the eyes, is afraid that it can scare people who walk at night to death.

He didn't even answer, and he didn't even take off his shoes. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Hearing the snoring sound, Han Bicheng took the medicine into the kitchen, put it on the stove that had not been turned off, boiled it for half an hour, and it was ready.

The stove never looked at it, and dug out a box from the bottom of the medicine cabinet in my pharmacy, and gently brushed off the dust on it. The 500-year-old ginseng is easy to find, but the 500-year-old ginseng is the best. Han Bicheng cut off a ginseng in pain, stuffed it into Zhong Linghuai's mouth, and then buried the box back. Traces of breaking ground.

He went back to guard the medicine stove on the stove, and his eyes fell from the medicine stove to the sky. Han Bicheng recalled that for many years, he and Zimu traveled to many places, but now it is better, and he lost a 500-year-old ginseng to go in Not to mention, so many medicinal materials have been lost, although most of them are poisonous herbs, the meaning of the sword is slanted, and it is natural to fight poison with poison.I have lived in this thatched hut for many years, and I already have some feelings. The identities of Lin Chishuang and Zhong Linghuai are too sensitive, and Han Bicheng naturally needs to move out of here. shot.Or maybe he was moved by Lin Chishuang's deep affection, and Han Bicheng couldn't understand why he wanted to save people in the first place.

It took three months for the cliff bottom to come in by itself, and this day was just enough for Lin Chishuang to heal the fractures on his body.Forget it, just stay for another two and a half months, and leave early before Lin Chishuang's people come.

An hour is not too long for a person who has been suffering for three days. Han Bicheng found a bamboo board used as firewood from the kitchen, took the cold medicine, and poured it into Lin Chi's mouth without a trace. Lianxiang Xiyu.

After filling the medicine, Han Bicheng did not leave immediately, but moved a stool and sat beside Lin Chishuang to feel his pulse. The poison in Zhong Ling's arms had been diluted several times, but Lin Chishuang's body was different, it was the original Poison, I don't know if my dose is enough, it's funny to think about it, he is a person who is good at using poison, but now he is here to diagnose and treat people.

As expected of a martial arts practitioner, the two poisons in his body were fighting against each other, but Lin Chishuang's fingers could move slightly. Han Bicheng sighed where the potential of this body lies.

The poison hadn't been completely removed, so Han Bicheng naturally wouldn't leave. After this ordeal, he endured another half an hour before he left and met Zhong Linghuai who was leaning on a bamboo stick and was very weak.