Mo Ziran ran around outside, returned to the inn before sunset, pushed the door into the house. He saw Shen Muchen lying halfway beside the bed, leaning against the wooden railing, his eyes closed. His face was very red and his face looked ugly. He asked Yandong, who was taking care of His Highness, on the side

"What's going on?"

Not long after he went out, his highness was still fine before he left, why did he be like this when he came back? Before Yandong could answer, Mo Ziran quickly took off the counterweight on his waist and threw it on the small round table. He walked to Shen Muchen a few steps, his face full of worries.

Yandong stood on a chair not far away and sighed deeply, "Your Highness did not have a good rest a while ago, and this trip was tiring, and the climate was different... (n words omitted here)"

Yandong reported to Mo Ziran the future doctor's words, and he also showed some exhaustion when he spoke, "But you can rest assured... it's just a warm disease (modern 'burn')." While he spoke, he picked up the tea on the table and drank it.

Shen Muchen's fall really made Yandong busy for a while.

Put it in the Imperial City Palace, as long as you go to the imperial doctor, your highness can get excellent care. You only need to pay attention to your highness's condition. But this is in Yang Cheng, and their traces of coming here cannot be known to others. Your Highness's warmth comes quickly, and if you are not diagnosed in time, it may burn your mind...

After hearing Yandong's words, Mo Ziran's expression became tense. The fool would not see that His Highness was burning so he walked out to find a doctor to diagnose His Highness. "Are you going to find a doctor?" There was a hint of nervousness in his words.

In fact, Yandong had not finished speaking yet, and originally planned to drink the water and say what he said next, but when Mo Ziran asked, he instantly felt unhappy, "Am I a fool in your eyes?!"

There is a reason for being unbalanced in his heart. The two of them are obviously at the same level, but it seems that Mo Ziran is "higher" than him. He always looks at himself with such a superior look, which makes Yandong feel very uncomfortable.

Mo Ziran didn't say anything, and his eyes lost its original dark light. He thought Gu Yandong was talking about anger, picked up the towel in the basin, wrung the water to wipe the sweat stains on Shen Muchen's face.

Maybe it was because of reason, and Yandong immediately restrained his temper the next second. He thought that if His Highness was awake, he would not want him to quarrel with Mo Ziran. After all, the two had already quarreled enough when they were in Yucheng.

"I specially found a doctor. Ordinary people ignore the government affairs and use money to do things for others, so there will be no problems." At this time, his tone was obviously much softer than before.

"Yes." Mo Ziran turned his back to Yandong, nodded softly and did not give any further reactions.

Yandong thought he was still angry with him about what happened just now, so he simply replied with a word, but he didn't know that Mo Ziran was only focused on Shen Muchen's illness. He wiped Shen Muchen's face and touched his forehead, "How long has it been?"

Yandong was asked so hard that he couldn't touch his head, "What, what..., how long has it been?"

"How long has the doctor been away?" Mo Ziran looked at the appearance of his highness, and heard Yandong say that the doctor had already fed the medicine for his highness, but it didn't seem to improve but became more serious. He frowned, "What did she use for his highness?"

After hearing what Mo Ziran said, Yandong was panicked. He was just a guard and knew nothing about medical skills. He probably told Mo Ziran what the doctor did. He noticed that Mo Ziran's face was getting worse and worse.

After hearing the doctor's treatment, Mo Ziran was furious, "It's too messy! Such a local method is not suitable for all patients, it's simply nonsense!" As he said, his face filled with anger and filled Mo Ziran's face. Yan Dongxin was even more panicked when he heard Mo Ziran say this, but seeing that His Highness's face was indeed not right, just like what Mo Ziran said.

What should I do? I can’t go to the doctor. Do you have to see Your Highness die in Yang Cheng like this? Of course this won’t work!

Yandong thought that His Highness's life is more important than breaking secrets. Even if His Highness has been suppressed by Shen Zitian for the rest of his life, it is like being stupid for the rest of his life. "Your Highness has been burning for a long time, I'll go find a doctor!" Yandong heard Mo Ziran's voice before he got up and walked out the door.

"Come back!" Mo Ziran took His Highness's pulse and three words came out in a dark way, "Get paper and pen."

He actually took his pulse? Yandong was stunned when he was watching from the side.

Mo Ziran was so skillful that no one dared to question it, but no one knew that he would take his pulse. Yandong stood and looked at him. At this time, the strong feeling that did not come from told Yandong that Mo Ziran was reliable! So, when Mo Ziran asked him to find paper and pen, he immediately asked the shopkeeper without thinking.

"Here, give it~" Yandong jumped up the stairs a few steps and handed the paper and pen to Mo Ziran. At this time, he realized that the bedding on His Highness had been lifted up. You must know that in such a cold winter, His Highness only wore a single piece of clothing and exposed it outside.

Yandong's heart tightened. How could such a cold sky make Your Highness like this? Isn't this worsening the disease!

"The weather is so cold. Although this place is in the south, it can't stand such trouble. What do you think, Mo Ziran?" As he said that, Yandong reached out to cover the bedding again. Later on, His Highness was brought out by himself. If His Highness had something happened to Yang Cheng, the crime would be all on his head. Shen Zitian would definitely not let him go.

Mo Ziran was writing at the desk, and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Yandong's actions, "Don't move." He put down his pen and walked to the edge of the bed and lifted the bedding again, "It will be suffocating if it is stuffy. Go and get a basin of cold water, wrung out the towel and put it on the forehead of His Highness."

Yandong saw him lowering his head and writing something on the paper, "What are you writing?"

"Prescription." Mo Ziran answered very decisively. He has never liked to speak with a sluggish manner since he was a child.

After a few minutes, he finished writing the prescription and waved the yellow paper in the air so that the ink mark could be printed dry.

He handed it to Yandong and told him that this was a new prescription he had prescribed for His Highness, and asked him to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

Yandong took the yellow paper and looked at it. The lines on it clearly stated the name of the drug, and the number of grams of the drug attached next to it was clearly stated.

Seeing that Yandong looked dazed and had no idea of ​​the reason, Mo Ziran frowned and said coldly, "When is it? Why don't you go and get medicine?" As soon as he finished speaking, he heard Yandong say "Oh" softly and turn away from the inn.

After entering the pharmacy, he found a drug seller. Looking at the dazzling array of medicines, Yandong shook his eyes.

In the past ten years since I met Mo Ziran, I have never seen him learn any medicine. Why did he suddenly prescribe such a prescription?

Thinking of this, Yandong suddenly became "alert". The things he had been in recent months should not make him doubt everyone around him. He thought about the practicality of this prescription and always had to know something. Otherwise, Mo Ziran deliberately prescribed poison and let himself harm His Highness. What's wrong?
Chapter completed!