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During this time, Wushuang ran errands for the Queen Mother, and everyone she met called her "sir."

It had been a long time since anyone had called her miss, and she was a bit unresponsive.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps, and soon, a beautiful face that looked very haggard appeared in front of Wushuang.

The person who came was Qinglu. Looking closely, Wushuang saw a string of bubbles rising from the corner of his mouth.

It seems that her illness has made Qinglu worried about her a lot.

Qinglu looked at her and said anxiously: "Sir, what do you think? Has your health gotten better?"

Wushuang opened his mouth, his throat felt dry and itchy, and he couldn't help but cough.

This coughing was endless and my throat was blocked with phlegm, which was very uncomfortable.

Qinglu immediately helped Wushuang up carefully, and thoughtfully took out the spittoon from under the bed, letting Wushuang cough into the spittoon.

By the time Wu Shuang regained his breath, Qing Lu had already anxiously called all the doctors outside the tent to come in.

After more than a dozen doctors took turns taking pulses, they began to discuss Wushuang's condition in a chaotic manner.

Perhaps Qinglu's attitude was too eager and severe, and none of these doctors dared to reveal the confirmed result.

A group of people were discussing a prescription, but no one dared to draw a conclusion, for fear of being blamed by Qinglu.

Qinglu was upset when he heard this and said, "You go out to the tent next to me to discuss the prescription.

Just a little, I will see the prescription in an hour.

If this prescription doesn't work yet, just wait for me to destroy the sign.

You can’t cure even a cold, yet you dare to open a medical clinic to harm people!”

The doctors did not dare to refute, bowed their heads and left, sighing sadly.

This patient obviously has wind and cold, but the prescribed medicine is not effective, and their claws are now numb.

This military commander is good-looking, but he is vicious.

If this can't be cured, they may not be able to open a medical clinic in the future.

The doctors were so worried that they wanted to pull out their beards and hair, and they could think of a good way to cure the patient all the time.

In the tent, Wushuang smiled weakly and said in a hoarse voice: "Qinglu, don't be so close to me, don't be infected by me."

"I'm a martial arts practitioner and I'm in good health. You can't infect me."

Qinglu poured a cup of tea unmoved, supported Wushuang and fed her some water.

Wushuang's throat hurt so much that even swallowing water caused pain in his lungs and throat.

After finally drinking the water, Wushuang lay back on the bed.

Seeing Qinglu sitting next to him worriedly, his whole body was filled with a sense of suppressed irritability.

Wu Shuang reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He whispered: "You don't have to be too harsh on those doctors.

Doctors in small places have limited medical skills, and it is useless to force them.

If something happens to me, it will be like this. Don't blame those doctors.

You will cause gossip to yourself for nothing, and you may even be impeached by the imperial censor. It is not worth it."

Qinglu frowned in displeasure and said angrily: "You are compassionate.

The doctor hasn't said it can't be cured yet, so you should explain your funeral first!

If something really happens to you, I will let these quack doctors who can't even cure colds spend the rest of their lives in jail regretting their poor medical skills!"

Wushuang was amused by Qinglu's angry look, and said feebly: "You can't.

The Qinglu I know is a man who is never harsh on his subordinates, is kind to the people, and although he is taciturn, he has an upright temperament and does not take anger out on others.

I know that no matter how angry you are, you won't really send those doctors to prison."

Qinglu was stunned beside the bed for a while, feeling sad, scared and happy at the same time.

What makes Wu Shuang sad and frightened is that he said such unlucky words. What should he do if something happens?

Happily, he was praised by Wushuang.

It was such a high reputation that made Qinglu feel ashamed, but at the same time he was happy with the other party's evaluation of him.

After a long while, Qinglu said awkwardly: "It's useless even if you praise me.

If something happens to you, I won't let these doctors go.

If you don't want them to be angered by me, don't keep thinking about death.

I have sent people back to the capital to ask the Queen Mother to send a royal doctor to treat you. You will not die."

Wushuang waved his hand and said: "I'm tired, let me take a rest."

She felt uncomfortable all over, and she really didn't have the energy to communicate more with Qinglu.

Looking at the top of the bed with dull eyes, Wushuang didn't want to think about anything right now.

She felt that her whole body was very hot, and her eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all burning.

Even the breath he exhaled had a burning sensation.

Wushuang knew that she had a bad cold.

If it were modern, no matter how severe the cold was, just a few drops would be enough.

But now in ancient times, a cold could be fatal, so it's no wonder Qinglu was so worried.

Wushuang is not afraid of death. She has a foundation of merit, so even if she dies of illness and fails in the mission, it doesn't matter.

It's just that Wushuang is unwilling to fail like this.

Her stage has not yet reached its climax. Is it about to end?

It was just a cold, and she had to take part in this mission. Wushuang could not accept it no matter what.

She felt a cool sensation on her forehead, which made her hot head clearer.

Qinglu pursed his lips and placed an ice handkerchief twisted out of cold water on her forehead.

Wushuang closed his eyes weakly and fell asleep again without realizing it.

When Wu Shuang woke up again, he found that his whole body was covered with silver needles.

The bitter smell of the soup lingered next to her, and Qinglu, who even had stubble growing out, sat on the stool beside the bed and looked at her worriedly.

Seeing Wushuang open his eyes, Qinglu's eyes flashed with joy, he leaned forward and said eagerly: "Sir, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Wushuang licked his dry and flaky lips and smiled weakly: "That's what you asked me last time I opened my eyes."

After exhaling a hot breath with great effort, Wu Shuang felt that his condition seemed to be getting worse.

But Wushuang still said: "I feel like my life is very hard, I probably won't die."

Qinglu looked at an old man with a goatee who was writing prescriptions outside Babu's bed and said, "Physician, my lord is awake. Please come over and take my pulse."

The old man with the goatee came to Wushuang's bed, stretched out his fingers and put them on Wushuang's wrist. After a while, he said: "Master Qinglu, don't worry.

Master Bai's disease seems to be menacing, but it is actually not difficult to treat. Although the prescriptions prescribed by several doctors in the past are not particularly symptomatic, they are actually effective.

It's just that they were too conservative in administering the medicine and the amount of medicine was not enough, which led to the delay in Mr. Bai's illness getting better.

I have increased the dosage of the medicine and changed the prescription. I guarantee that Master Bai will be cured of his illness within half a month."

Qinglu knew that these imperial doctors were all cunning and always kept their words to themselves during consultations.

Now that he dares to do so, it means that he is confident enough to cure Wushuang's disease.

Qinglu's tense mind relaxed, and he looked at Wushuang and said happily: "Sir, your illness can be cured!"
Chapter completed!