My lord, wake up

Today, when Wei Yan came back from Cao Cao, Chen Zimu always felt that the other party's expression was unnatural, but he still couldn't tell what was wrong.

How could he know that he spent the whole night in the opponent's arms last night, which made Wei Yan's mind full of his shadow during daytime training.

After eating and resting for a while, it was time for acupuncture again. Xu Wei Yan explained that this time without Chen Zimu's opening, someone had already delivered the lit brazier, and Wei Yan had already taken off his clothes and was waiting on the bed.

Chen Zimu sat on the edge of the bed, concentrating on piercing the silver needles into Wei Yan's body one by one. When the silver needles in the needle bag were exhausted, his tense mind relaxed, and sleepiness swept over him in an instant. The cold water in the bucket wet his face, forcing himself to stay awake.

Wei Yan frowned immediately when he saw it, "Send someone outside to invite Doctor Zhao to come and pull out the needle, you should rest first."

"No need, it's just a stick of incense, Zimu can still wait." Chen Zimu smiled lightly, seeing Wei Yan's disapproval, and said again, "In conclusion, the general is my first patient. For many years, but due to my own health and family reasons, I have never had the opportunity to display it. Now, thanks to your trust, I will go all out and dare not make any mistakes."

After hearing what Chen Zimu said, although Wei Yan was still worried about his body, he didn't stop him.

After Chen Zimu pulled out the needle, he heard Wei Yan urging again: "Go to sleep, it's not too late to write down the rest tomorrow."

He was really sleepy, and it would be easy to make mistakes even if he recorded it at this time. Chen Zimu didn't struggle, put away the needle bag and walked to the bed, but paused before going to bed...

When the two of them went to bed in the past, in order that Wei Yan would not disturb Chen Zimu when he left early in the morning, Chen Zimu always slept on the inside of the bed and Wei Yan on the outside.But at this moment, Wei Yan had just pulled out the needle and was lying on the edge of the bed. If Chen Zimu wanted to lie on the inside, he would have to step over him, which was not polite.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wei Yan guessed what he was thinking, moved his palm slightly inward, tilted his head and smiled and said, "Come on, it's okay."

Chen Zimu was already a little confused at this time, and he didn't care much. He bent his left knee and half knelt on the small space left, and his right leg passed Wei Yan to the inside of the bed. The center of gravity was unstable, and he was about to fall off the bed.

At the critical moment, Wei Yan quickly turned over and stretched out his hand to grab it. Before Chen Zimu could react, his whole body had already fallen on Wei Yan. The height of the two was almost the same, and Chen Zimu's position was slightly lower. They directly touched his forehead, and both of them were taken aback.

In the end, it was Chen Zimu who recovered his sanity first, put his hands on Wei Yan's side, and said softly: "General, don't press the needle."

The set of silver needles used by the military doctor is not specially made, but ordinary silver needles on the market, and the holes of the needles are slightly obvious after the needles are pulled out. Although Wei Yan has a good physique, he should pay attention to avoiding infection just to be on the safe side.

"I'm sorry." Wei Yan's right hand was still on Chen Zimu's back, and hearing this, he hugged him and turned his body halfway, and put him on the bed on the inside.

Chen Zimu tried his best to ignore the strange feeling on his forehead, "It should be me thanking the general for his help."

"Get some rest." Wei Yan returned to the prone position, but his tone was still somewhat unnatural.

Chen Zimu was really sleepy, and he fell asleep before he could sort out the throbbing in his heart.

There was a long breathing sound from beside him, and Wei Yan dared to turn around slightly stiffly. The touch of the delicate skin just now seemed to remain on his lips. He unconsciously raised his hand to touch Chen Zimu's forehead, but pointed The moment the tip touched it, it was quickly retracted as if it had been scalded.

At this moment, Wei Yan finally had to admit the affection that had arisen in his heart at some point.

Regardless of gender, he was almost certain that the man in front of him was not honest with him. Such medical skills and bearing were definitely not what a sick and weak man who grew up on a hospital bed should have.

But no matter how you analyze it rationally, you are still beyond your control emotionally. If you are emotional, you are emotional, and it has nothing to do with the other party's background.On the contrary, the more mysterious and elusive this person is, the more people want to explore deeply.

Wei Yan watched Chen Zimu like this for a long time, until the charcoal fire in the brazier was almost burnt out, he got up to wash up briefly, put out the candle and went back to bed.

He took Chen Zimu into his arms carefully like yesterday, and said softly in a voice that only he could hear: "Zimu, no matter why you came to this military camp, I just hope that in the future, you will know me well." Just don't feel sorry."

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Chen Zimu administered acupuncture for Wei Yan every day, and delayed his sleep time a lot. In order to stay awake, he always needed to refresh himself with cold water many times. In this way, on the seventh day, he finally fell ill.

Wei Yan noticed the abnormality of the person in his arms at the first time, woke up from a light sleep in an instant, and touched the other person's forehead with the back of his hand, and the place he touched was hot.

The last bit of drowsiness also completely faded away, Wei Yan didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly put on a coat and walked out. The soldiers on duty saw him hurrying out of the camp, and rushed to ask him.

Wei Yan settled down and ordered: "Go and call Doctor Zhao."

Xiaobing didn't dare to delay, he took his orders and left, and Wei Yan returned to the account.

Xu was afraid of the cold due to his illness, Chen Zimu wrapped his cotton quilt tightly, and did not sleep soundly, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, shaking his head constantly.

Wei Yan called him a few times, but failed to wake him up, so he had to ask someone to light the brazier again, and then used another thin quilt to cover him up.

Not long after, Zhao Lianji arrived, and he was the first to heave a sigh of relief when he saw Wei Yan who was unscathed.

Wei Yan nodded, "Thank you."

Zhao Lianji glanced at Chen Zimu who was lying on the bed, understood the situation, stroked the drooping beard, and said with a smile: "The general is serious, it is the duty of the subordinates to treat illnesses and save lives."

Wei Yan didn't delay any longer, and brought Zhao Lianji to the bedside, explaining: "He has been using cold water to refresh my mind for the past few days in order to heal my legs."

Zhao Lianji took Chen Zimu's pulse, and then raised his eyelids to look, "It is indeed caused by the wind and cold. This young man is weak, and it is not suitable to use sweating to reduce fever. It is best to soak a veil with warm water and put it on his forehead first." Alleviate the high fever, and take the cold-dispelling prescription after waking up."

"Okay, how often do you change this veil, is there anything else you need to pay attention to?"

Zhao Lianji was surprised when he saw that Wei Yan was planning to take care of him himself, and said in surprise: "How can a general do this, and send someone to carry him to the military tent in a while, and the subordinates and young apprentices will take care of him. The general doesn't have to worry about it." .”

"No, I brought him back. I'm very sorry to disturb your rest. How can I bother you." Wei Yan turned to look at Chen Zimu on the bed, and brushed his hair scattered on his cheeks, "You Go back and rest, and when he wakes up tomorrow, I will send someone to notify you."

Zhao Lianji was frightened by the intimacy revealed by Wei Yan's gestures, and he didn't know how to respond for a while. When Wei Yan urged him, he trembled and suddenly recovered, "The handkerchief needs to be replaced when it is half dry. , General, the general will have to fuck tomorrow, this person should be handed over to his subordinates to take care of him."

"No, I'm more at ease with people here." Wei Yan remained calm, but his eyes were a little more dignified.

"This subordinate will leave." Zhao Lianji didn't dare to argue any more, he sighed and turned to go out.

"Uncle Zhao." Wei Yan called to the other party, took Chen Zimu's booklet from the case to record the daily acupuncture points and effects, and handed it to him, and said in a slow tone, "I know your concerns, but Zimu Since he caught the cold to heal me, it is only right for me to take care of him."

When Wei Yan first entered the military camp, Wei Lin never gave him any preferential treatment because he was his son, and few people even knew about their father-son relationship.

The sword is ruthless, he is still young, it is common for him to be injured, and the frequency of going to the doctor's account is also high. Zhao Lianji was not very old at that time, and he was honored as "Uncle Zhao" and he really regarded himself as his elder, for fear that he would leave him behind. To get to the root of the disease, be extra careful in every treatment.

Later, Wei Yan was promoted all the way up and became the general of Zhenbei. Zhao Lianji respected him more than his superiors. Hearing this "Uncle Zhao" at this time, he couldn't help but feel moved. Looking at the detailed medical records again, The last bit of doubt faded away.

"Wonderful... This young master can think of using this method to slowly open the acupuncture points and meridians. Re-regulate, and adjust the acupuncture points every day to achieve the best effect."

Zhao Lianji couldn't help re-examining Chen Zimu who was lying on the bed, "Does the general know which master he studied under?"

Wei Yan shook his head, "Can Uncle Zhao see a thing or two from this technique?"

Zhao Lianji pondered for a while, "I have been stationed in the barracks for many years, so I don't know if there are any capable people who are good at ancient techniques in recent years, but 30 years ago, I did meet a doctor who was proficient in this technique and had extremely high medical skills. "

"Is that Zi Muhui just the disciple of that person you knew?"

Zhao Lianji's expression was complicated, and he shook his head after a while and said, "That senior may have already..."

"This subordinate used to work in the imperial hospital when he was young. After being reminded by a senior, he realized that saving lives and healing the wounded in the army is more suitable for me than recuperating the bodies of those princes and nobles. And that senior, the general must have heard of it. , it was the Imperial Physician Hua who was entrusted by Ren Tai Hospital at that time."

Wei Yan was taken aback, never expecting to mention that matter.

In the 19th year of Fulu, there was a drastic change in the palace. The eldest prince Xing Chenxiu was poisoned and nearly lost his life. The first emperor was furious and ordered a thorough investigation. Many details are unknown to outsiders. A very cruel and bloody stroke was made.

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All the knowledge about acupuncture and moxibustion is nonsense...don't pay attention to it_(:з」∠)_

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