He stood up and walked inside, and then asked again, "Girl, what was the last thing you said just now? I didn't hear it clearly, please say it again."

Feng Qinghua said again, "Old man, I want to borrow your pot. I want to boil medicine for my husband."

Only then did the old man hear it clearly and said, "Well, that's easy to say. It's not easy to be away from home. As long as I can help, I'll find it for you."

Feng Qinghua saw that the old man's legs and feet were a little inconvenient and he was a little bumpy when he walked. She quickly went in to help, "Old man, please point out where it is and I will look for it myself."

The old man didn't seem to hear, so he went in to look for it himself. Feng Qinghua now understands that not only is his legs and feet inconvenient, but his ears are also hard to use, and he has to speak twice if he speaks loudly."

She repeated it again, and now the old man heard it and waved to her, "No, you don't know where it is, and I have to look for it."

Feng Qinghua had no choice but to sit outside and wait. After two cups of tea, the old man took out a pot and said, "This can be used to brew medicine. There is water and a stove in my backyard. You can go there by yourself. I'm going to prepare it now."

Pastry."

When Feng Qinghua heard that this couldn't be better, she took out a piece of silver and put it on the table, and went directly to the backyard.

After a lot of work, she finally took the medicine.

After this night of ups and downs, Zhan Beixiao felt like he had been through a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire. His whole body felt alternately cold and trembling, and then like a burning fire. His clothes were all soaked with sweat.

He vaguely dreamed that someone was chasing him, and he didn't know why the martial arts all over his body couldn't be used at all, as if someone had sealed his acupuncture points to suppress internal injuries.

He could only keep running, but he didn't run fast and kept falling. To his surprise, Feng Qinghua's shadow appeared in front of him. Feng Qinghua came to pick him up with Little Putao. He was overjoyed to greet him.

Go up.

"Qinghua, little Putao, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have treated you like that. I know I was wrong. Can you forgive me? I will never do this again. I really have my reasons. You have to

Believe me."

He had a lot of words in his mind, but he couldn't say them out. When he opened his mouth, there was no sound, and not a single word came out. He was so anxious.

Feng Qinghua looked at him indifferently and walked forward with Little Putao, as if she had seen him but not recognized him, or as if she had not seen him at all.

He tried his best to keep up with them, but he couldn't run away at all. "Qinghua, Qinghua, don't leave."

He suddenly woke up with a start. When he opened his eyes, he saw that he was lying on the bed. It looked like a farmhouse with spider webs on the beams above.

There was no one in the room, and the consciousness that was still in the dream was not fully awakened. He tried to sit up and look for Feng Qinghua. Unexpectedly, he couldn't move at all. There was a sharp pain in his heart and he fainted again.

Feng Qinghua didn't know the situation when Zhan Beixiao woke up. She was making medicine outside. She had just boiled hot water and tidied up Zhan Beixiao. Now he didn't look so dirty, but his face was still pale and sick.

The appearance of a disaster.

In the Qin Mansion, Changsun Wujue was drinking a bowl of painful soup. This was the prescription left by Feng Qinghua last time. After all, he was not willing to throw it away. Instead, he had someone prepare it according to Chi Yan's wishes.

Prescription, start taking medicine on time every day.

After drinking it a few times, things really got better. The problem of being unable to sleep late at night every day was alleviated a lot, and sometimes I could sleep until dawn.

He suddenly had hope of survival again. If he could still invite Feng Qinghua over, she would definitely be able to cure the poison Zhan Beichan had given him.

He put down the medicine bowl and said, "Where's Chi Yan? Why haven't you seen him come to say hello today?"

The chamberlain beside him quickly came over and took the bowl away, "General Chiyan told him after he left yesterday that he was going to pick up a miracle doctor to detoxify the king today. He must have rushed over as soon as he received the miracle doctor.

"

Changsun Wujue had a smile on his face, "I see, Chi Yan really has a heart, but I don't know how many more days I can survive alone. It's not in vain to have a child like Chi Yan worry about me."

The kindness I showed him in his upbringing."

The chamberlain followed his words and said, "Who says it's not true? This is your Majesty's great blessing, and we should all be loyal to you."

"However, since General Chiyan came back, he has indeed become much more sensible than before. This ability is also obvious to all of us. It is your blessing to have such a loyal subordinate, and it is also a blessing to our Nanxu Kingdom."

While the two were talking, there was a sound from outside. Chi Yan came in with an old man dressed in Nanjiang clothes. He bent down and saluted, "Your Majesty, this is the Nanjiang man I mentioned to you in my humble duty.

The miracle doctor."

The old man bent slightly and said, "The doctor in Xinnan Xinjiang met you."

Changsun Wujue's eyes lit up and he stood up immediately, "You're welcome, please sit down quickly. I'm lucky to have the miracle doctor come. I have to trouble the miracle doctor to diagnose and treat you."

The chamberlain had already brought a chair and placed it next to the bed. The doctor thanked him and sat down, "Your Majesty, please extend your hand, and I will diagnose your pulse."

The doctor frowned and pondered for a long time without expressing his opinion. Chi Yan stood beside him and looked at him without blinking. Seeing him like this, he felt a little nervous and asked, "Is there any cure for your poison?"

The doctor shook his head and put away his hands, "There are two kinds of poisons intertwined in your body now. One of them is voodoo poison. The voodoo poison I breed is different from the voodoo poisonous ones in southern Xinjiang. But if there is only this kind of poison,

As for the poison, I can give it a try, but now there is another poison in your body. I can’t name this poison, but its toxicity is very overbearing and has invaded the five internal organs. If you don’t think of a way, I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do about it.

.”

When Changsun Wujue heard this, he felt like he was rolling down a cliff, with no end in sight. He originally had great hopes, but he didn't expect to hear such heartbreaking words.

His face instantly turned pale, "Miracle Doctor, do you really mean what you said? Look again, maybe you saw it wrong."

Chi Yan looked at him in disbelief. This was the Holy Hand of Southern Xinjiang that he found through several people. If he couldn't detoxify this poison, he would basically never be able to find another person.

"Brother, the miracle doctor, you must think of a way to save your Majesty."

The chamberlain also looked at him with hope, and the doctor looked embarrassed, "I understand how you feel. Only the person who poisoned this kind of poison can have an antidote, because this kind of poison uses seven or forty-nine kinds of ingredients."

The poisonous herbs are refined and the antidote is prepared in the corresponding order, so outsiders have no way of knowing the poison formula, nor can they prepare the corresponding antidote."

Chi Yan was stunned to hear this. He had only heard this statement from hearsay, but he didn't expect it to be true.

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