Listen to the king's order

In the room filled with medicinal fragrance, Jiang Qichen was sitting on the edge of the bed with half of his shoulders exposed, and a gray-bearded doctor who was over fifty years old was examining his wound carefully with a clairvoyant.

Mu Feng stared at him with wide eyes for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "I said doctor, you have been watching him for a long time, can you cure him?"

The gray-bearded doctor narrowed his eyes, retracted his clairvoyance, and said lightly, "The rash is easy to cure, and it is caused by allergies. This arrow sore is a bit tricky, but it can't help me."

As he said that, he walked to a medicine cabinet, opened a few drawers, took some medicine paper and wrapped them up, and stuffed them back to Mu Feng: "This is for rashes, you go to the back and fry it."

Holding the medicine, Mu Feng looked at him and then at Jiang Qichen, frowning suddenly: "What about the arrow sore?"

The gray-bearded doctor took out a roll of silver needles from the table, twirled his fingers around it a few times, and finally picked the thickest one, and was about to stab Jiang Qichen without saying a word, but was stopped by Mu Feng.

"Hey, hey..." Mu Feng looked at him suspiciously: "You gave the needle without saying a word, what if the needle is broken? Are you reliable!"

The gray-bearded doctor obviously didn't have much patience, he stroked his beard, and raised the silver needle in front of Mu Feng's eyes: "I'm unreliable, why don't you come?"

"..." Mu Feng confessed, "All right, all right, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor..."

"Hmph!" The gray-bearded man gave Mu Feng a hard look, and the silver needle fell down, stabbing firmly beside the wound on Jiang Qichen's left shoulder.

Jiang Qichen frowned tightly, enduring the pain and turning his face aside.

"He was injured by the cold arrow unique to Shenchuan Helan Mansion. Affected by the cold air, the wound is difficult to heal. I will use silver needles to expel the cold air from his body first, and then I can suture it with medicine. Do you understand?"

The gray-bearded doctor skillfully inserted the silver needle around the wound, explaining as he inserted it, seeing Mu Feng nodding his head like a chick pecking at rice, and patted the medicine bag in his hand: "I understand, don't fry it yet!" medicine?"

When Mu Feng came back with the steaming medicine bowl, the gray-bearded doctor had just bandaged Jiang Qichen's wound.

Jiang Qichen sat there with a pale face, a thin layer of cold sweat floating on his forehead, as if he had just been fished out of the water, weak and powerless.

The gray-bearded doctor said proudly: "I'm not bragging, you kid is lucky today, and seeing me, Hua Tuo, is alive, this injury is beyond the reach of ordinary doctors."

With some difficulty, Jiang Qichen pulled back the clothes that had faded down his forearms, and said seriously, "Thank you very much."

Mu Feng put the medicine on the side of the bed to cool down, squatted down and squatted at the same level as Jiang Qichen, pressed his hand, pulled his clothes up for him, fastened his belt, and finally did not forget to roll him up slightly. The neckline is neat.

The gray-bearded man squinted his eyes and glanced at the two of them. After watching for a long time, his face suddenly became ugly as if he had eaten shit. He teased: "I only saw the broken sleeve in the book before, so I don't expect to see it for real today."

Mu Feng's moving hands stopped, he straightened up, and gave Lang Zhong a cold look: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Cut." The gray-bearded doctor ignored him, took out a porcelain bottle from his cuff and threw it to Mu Feng: "Twice a day, I guarantee you won't even see a scar after three days."

Mu Feng took the porcelain bottle in his hand and looked at it carefully, and whispered, "Are you so amazing?"

"Give it back to me if you don't believe me, I'm still reluctant to give it to you!"

Mu Feng quickly withdrew his hands when he heard the words, put the porcelain bottle into his arms like a treasure, and said plausibly: "A doctor should save the dying and heal the wounded. This is morality."

"Hey, little brat, are you still reasonable?"

Mu Feng pursed his lips, turned around and put his hand into Jiang Qichen's front.

Jiang Qichen sat there motionless, calmly watching Mu Feng flick left and right on his body, and then took out a purse embroidered with green bamboo.

Mu Feng tossed the purse upwards, and it landed precisely in the hands of the gray-bearded doctor: "Here, the consultation fee."

Lang Zhong chuckled, weighed the purse in his hand, and stuffed it into his cuff unceremoniously.His eyes wandered back and forth between Jiang Qichen and Mu Feng's faces for a long time before he said, "So who are you? Why did you offend the Shenchuan Helan Mansion?"

Mu Feng sat down next to Jiang Qichen, held the medicine bowl in his hand, picked up a porcelain spoon and stirred it in the medicine juice, and asked without answering, "Who are you? Not only do you know Leng Jian from Helan Mansion, but also It would be too far-fetched to say that this young doctor in a remote place can heal the wounds of cold arrows."

"Hahaha, what a sharp tongue." The gray-bearded doctor stroked his beard and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, I won't ask you any more, the left and right are passers-by who just met by chance, wait for him to heal before you leave."

After finishing speaking, the gray-bearded doctor turned his head and went into the backyard.

Mu Feng held the medicine bowl in his hand, the slightly scalding temperature just warmed his cold palm.He scooped up a spoonful of the concoction, blew it gently, and brought it to Jiang Qichen's mouth.He held up the spoon and turned his head, only to find that Jiang Qichen was looking at him intently. He hooked the corner of his mouth and put the medicine into Jiang Qichen's mouth, and said softly, "Brother Qichen, why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Qichen frowned slightly, swallowed the bitter medicine with difficulty, but looked at Mu Feng with gentle eyes: "I see you can speak well."

Mu Feng paused the hand holding the spoon, and then laughed: "Brother Qichen, you are making fun of me."

"Hiss—" Jiang Qichen took another sip, and this time his whole body trembled in pain: "No, this is what I say from the bottom of my heart."

Mu Feng was amused by him, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Is it so bitter?"

As he said, he picked up the bowl and took a sip, Jiang Qichen didn't have time to stop him, as if he had drunk it himself, followed Mu Feng with a very bitter expression.

"This old man must be messing with you, it's too bitter." Mu Feng sucked with his mouth open: "Is this person reliable or not? I think you should stop drinking."

"It's okay." Jiang Qichen stopped Mu Feng's hand that was about to pour out the medicine, snatched the bowl from his hand, frowned, and drank it in one gulp. It took a long time before he said, "Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for the disease."

Mu Feng took the empty medicine bowl, poured it down, and there was not a single drop left, and said with admiration, "Brother Qichen, my understanding of you has risen to a new level."

Jiang Qichen touched his injured shoulder, then lay down slowly, closed his eyes, folded his hands on his stomach, and said softly: "I still want to help you find Xue Yunzhi, what if I don't get well soon. "

Mu Feng said: "I'm the one who has troubled you."

"Don't talk nonsense." Jiang Qichen shook his head lightly, his voice lowered: "I can do anything for you."

"Oh?" Mu Feng lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "What does everything include?"

Jiang Qichen murmured: "Up to the mountain of swords...down to the sea of ​​fire..."

Mu Feng stared at the incense burner with white smoke rising from the table, and his voice seemed extremely distant: "What if I want your life?"

Jiang Qichen's voice was as thin as a mosquito, but he said without hesitation: "Take it..."

Mu Feng's expression moved slightly, he turned his head, his eyes fell on Jiang Qichen's pale face, and said softly, "Brother Qichen, it seems that you haven't called me by my name until now."

The bowl of bitter medicine in the gray-bearded doctor seemed to be drenched in sweat. Jiang Qichen was so drowsy that he couldn't open his eyes the moment he drank it. As soon as his head hit the pillow, his thoughts immediately drifted away. I don't know what the world is.

In a daze, he heard what Mu Feng seemed to say, a faint smile flashed across his mind, then he hooked the corner of his mouth, and called out as softly as possible: "Ming'er."

Mu Feng's whole body trembled. Even though he was staying in the burning room, he felt that his limbs and bones were soaked in a bone-chilling chill.He couldn't help frowning, stroked his heart and took several breaths before recovering.

His eyes were as calm as water, neither cold nor hot, calm like an emotionless monster.He just looked at Jiang Qichen steadfastly, no one knew what he was thinking.It took a long time before he came back to his senses and pulled the quilt from the side of the bed, and gently covered Jiang Qichen.

Mu Feng strolled to the backyard, but saw that the gray bearded man was buried in a pile of herbs, and there was a white porcelain hanging pot burning in front of him. Some kind of herbs were put in it, and it smelled very strong.

Mu Feng frowned without hesitation in disgust, walked a long way away from the hanger, stared at the back of the doctor with heavy eyes, and said in a low voice: "I heard that there is a genius doctor in the Northern Territory who can be cured at the age of 14." To cure the poison that cannot be cured by ordinary doctors, he entered the royal family of the northern region at the age of 16, and became the head of the national doctor of the royal family of the northern region at the age of 20. But at the age of 30, he offended the clan for some reason, was expelled from the royal family, and then became a universal doctor You can't find a trace of a wandering doctor."

The busy figure among the gray bearded men paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "There are many people who can heal in this world."

"Well... that's true," Mu Feng nodded in agreement: "I saw the incense burner on your table just now, and I always felt very familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before, and now I suddenly remembered it. A few years ago, I had the honor to visit the Helan Mansion in Shenchuan, and their home also ordered the same incense burner. I remember that genius doctor served Shenchuan Helan Mansion for a period of time after he left the royal family. Coincidentally, your cold arrow against Helan Mansion And so familiar."

The gray-bearded doctor raised his head from the pile of herbs, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Little brat, I underestimated you, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Mu Feng shrugged, "There is something I would like to ask you, Miracle Doctor Xue."

"Don't tell me, it's been a long time since anyone called me that." Miracle Doctor Xue waved his hand: "I know what you want to ask."

Mu Feng said in a deep voice, "But please tell me the truth."

Divine doctor Xue took a cattail leaf fan from nowhere, fanned it against the sluggish fire, and said seriously: "The poison in him is Qianchouxiang. Speaking of which, I created the poison first."

Mu Feng's eyes moved slightly: "Since you created it first, you must have a solution."

Divine doctor Xue shook his head very lightly and slowly: "It has been a serious illness for many years. He has been poisoned for at least 15 years. I guess it is more than that. It is a miracle that he survived. It is difficult to completely eliminate it."

Mu Feng said: "Doctors are benevolent, why don't you try?"

"Qianchouxiang's antidote requires a lot of medicinal materials, but it's easy to say that there is only one flavor that is very hard to find, and it is the snow versicolor that grows on the Tianshan Mountains."

Mu Feng hooked the corner of his mouth: "Does it mean that if I bring you Xue Yunzhi, you will help me refine the antidote?"

Divine doctor Xue looked at him in shock, and said dumbly: "You..."

Mu Feng: "In less than ten days, I will definitely deliver Xue Yunzhi to you, and I can promise you anything you want, there is only one request, you are not allowed to mention a word to that person outside. "

"He has been poisoned for many years. Even if he is detoxified, his leg strength cannot be restored to normal. At most, his suffering from seven days a month can be shortened to three days."

Mu Feng smiled lightly: "Well, that's very good."

The author has something to say:

The duplicity Lu Lu has been thinking about navel oranges for so many years... I even found out the antidote