But Ji Mingnan didn't know that Wu Xun saw all this. Since he didn't want her to know, she pretended not to know anything. Wu Xun had been with Ji Mingnan in the past few years, and his medical skills were far superior to those of Ji Mingnan.
Above doctors, so Ji Mingnan’s pulse condition
She knew immediately that he didn't have much time left. Wu Xun searched through all the medical books but could not find a way to treat Ji Mingnan. It wasn't until one day when a man from Yun Dian Mountain got drunk that he came up with this method.
, so she had to give it a try no matter what.
When Wu Xun and Yu Zhu rushed to Dongcheng, the plague was out of control, and there was no good cure. A group of imperial doctors scratched their heads and scratched their heads anxiously. Seeing Wu Xun, it was like seeing a savior.
"Mrs. Wuxun, you are finally back. The disease in this city is out of control and is getting worse." The old imperial doctor said worriedly, "Mrs. Wuxun, is there any way?"
"Can't that prescription suppress the disease?" Wu Xun asked with some surprise, that shouldn't be the case. Although the prescription she gave could not eradicate the plague, at least it could suppress the disease and prevent it from getting worse.
"Madam, you don't know. This plague is so overbearing that it can't be suppressed with medicine. In the past few days, it has become more and more severe." Dr. Ye from another imperial hospital took over.
Wu Xun walked to the patient without saying a word, checked his pulse, and checked again. His beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his face was slightly solemn. "The condition is deteriorating too fast, and ordinary medicine can no longer suppress it."
, if this continues, these people will all die."
"Help me..." The patient stretched out his already ulcerated hand, trying to grab the corner of Wu Xun's clothes. There was a longing for life in his eyes, but as soon as he lifted it up, he slowly fell down and closed forever.
eyes.
"Madam, we can't stay any longer. The owner of the valley is still waiting for help." Yuzhu reminded Wu Xun softly that the flower of death must be made into medicine within ten days of being picked, otherwise the medicine's efficacy will be reduced by half.
Wu Xun condensed slightly, stood up in silence for a moment, and said, "I'll stay here while you deliver the Flower of Rebirth to Yaoyu Valley. By this time, my uncle should have arrived."
"No." Danzhu stood behind the two people at some point, put a basin of water aside, and said, "Absolutely not, madam, you are weak and cannot stay here for a long time, not to mention that there is no use for Yuzhu to go back.
, the people in Yun Dian Mountain are crazy, it’s better for you to go and watch, the Valley Master’s illness is no joke.”
"Yes, ma'am." Yuzhu took over the conversation and said, "The two of us are here to help, and if there is any situation, we will report it to Gu Li, don't worry."
"That's fine." There won't be a solution here for a while, and Ji Mingnan's life is hanging by a thread now, waiting for her to save his life. "You two follow the prescription I left before and aggravate its properties. Maybe you can control it."
After saying that, he simply packed up and prepared to return to Yaoyu Valley.
As soon as he went out, he bumped into someone and knocked the dead flower in Wu Xun's arms to the ground. Wu Xun ignored the headache and quickly bent over to pick it up. For a moment, he forgot Ji Nanyi's instructions and carefully put the dead flower in Wu Xun's arms.
After wrapping the flowers in a handkerchief, she looked up and saw that Song Hanzhuo was staring at her intently, his eyes falling on the bundle behind her, "Mrs. Wuxun, are you preparing to leave?"
Wu Xun bowed slightly and said, "My husband has been waiting for my life-saving medicine, so I can't wait long."
Song Hanzhuo didn't know why, but when he heard the husband's words, he felt like he had a fire in his chest, and he sneered, "As a doctor, Mrs. Wuxun actually left the patients alone and only cared about her husband's life. How could it be that the lives of the people in the east and west cities were so important?"
Isn’t it less valuable than Valley Master Ji’s life?”
After hearing this, Wu Xun only felt that Song Hanzhao was a bit messy. He had been running around for several days, and he was already unhappy when he encountered a difficult condition. He yelled back angrily, "I am a doctor and a wife. As a wife, I save my husband."
Of course, what the prince said is really right. In my heart, my husband’s
Life is worth a thousand pieces of gold! Besides, there are so many imperial doctors here, how much help can I, a mere civilian woman, do? Farewell!" Before Wu Xun could take two steps, Song Hanzhuo grabbed his arm and looked at her
With anger, "Who allowed you to talk to me like this?! If I ask you to stay, you have to stay!"
"What if I don't?!" Wu Xun met Song Hanzhuo's eyes without fear. For some reason, Wu Xun's head became more and more dizzy, his eyebrows became more and more blurred, his own vision became more and more dim, and finally in front of his eyes
Once it's dark, you don't know what's going on.
Song Hanzhuo was startled, looking at Wu Xun who fell in his arms, comparing him to Ye Fuxun ten years ago, and shouted anxiously, "Imperial doctor, imperial doctor!"
Wu Xun seemed to have had another long dream, and this dream was too real. She dreamed of herself wearing a phoenix crown, sitting in her bridal chamber, with her head lowered, shyly waiting for the groom's arrival. She thought she would lift her wedding scarf.
The person who happened to be Ji Mingnan turned out to be Song Hanzhuo at the moment when the wedding dress was opened. Time turned slightly, and she was in the dream, meeting Song Hanzhuo.
Yixiangshuo, her name is not Wuxun, her name is Ye Fuxun... She is not Ji Mingnan's wife, she is Song Hanzhuo's princess. This dream is really ridiculous, but it is also too real. She in the dream is...
In the middle of the ice storm, Song Hanzhuo married another woman and gave herself another slap. Her life was hanging by a thread. It was Ji Mingnan who saved her. From then on, she was Wu Xun...
With flowers of past lives, are all you see in your past and present lives?
Wu Xun opened her eyes quietly and looked at the furnishings in the room. They were a little unfamiliar. She should still be in Dongcheng. When her eyes fell on Song Hanzhuo, who was sleeping beside her bed, this man usually looked like a stranger.
Looking closer, I didn't expect it to be so peaceful when I fell asleep.
She rubbed her still swollen forehead, and scenes from her dream seemed to flash through her mind again, but she couldn't catch anything and couldn't remember anything.
"Wake up, why are you in a daze?" Song Hanzhuo woke up at some point and interrupted Wu Xun, who was thinking about something, with a deep look in his eyes, "You know what? You talked in your sleep all night."
"I was talking in my sleep? What did I say?! Wu Xun was surprised. She never talked in her sleep when she was sleeping. How could Song Hanzhuo say that she was talking in her sleep?
"Madam, Madam..." Yuzhu ran in in a panic and said breathlessly, "The Valley Master is here!"
Before Wu Xun could react, he saw a man wearing a familiar light blue cotton robe, with gentle brows and eyes like a spring breeze, approaching anxiously, "Madam, how do you feel?"
Seeing Ji Mingnan, Wu Xun seemed to have found someone he could rely on, and shouted aggrievedly, "Anan..."
Ji Mingnan looked her up and down and saw that she was not injured, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He placed a hand on her pulse and saw that the pulse was stable. Then he was completely relieved and said, "She's fine, how could she faint? Yuzhulai
Telling the time is going to scare the husband to death."
"I'm fine." Wu Xun held Ji Mingnan's hand. Seeing that it was still cold and that there was no hand stove, there was a hint of reproach on his face, "What are you doing here? Why don't you bring a hand stove? Your body is in trouble
one……"
"Don't worry, I'm very healthy now, you don't have to worry." Ji Mingnan took Wu Xun's words and said nonchalantly.
Song Hanzhuo stood aside, watching Wu Xun and Ji Mingnan chatting about their married life as if no one else was around. He felt unspeakable jealousy in his heart. This woman was clearly his wife, but at this time she could only call someone else her husband.
"By the way, husband, I picked the flowers of the past life, you are saved!" Wu Xun happily brought the flowers of the past life to Ji Mingnan, and said with a smile, "Hurry up and ask your uncle to make medicine, otherwise the medicine will not be effective.
There will be a discount.”
Ji Mingnan looked at the dead flower in his hand, a complex affection flashed in his eyes, and when he saw Wu Xun's pretty face full of hope, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to take her into his arms, and whispered, "Thank you, Xun.
Son……"
Wu Xun was also stunned, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Song Hanzhuo, but unexpectedly, Song Hanzhuo was no longer in the room, and only himself and Ji Mingnan were left in the room.
Ji Mingnan rechecked Wu Xun's prescription, tapped her forehead gently, and said lovingly, "I told you to read more medical books on weekdays, but you still don't listen. There are two medicinal ingredients missing from this prescription."
——Smilax poria and forsythia, look at these two medicinal materials
It seems ordinary and inconspicuous, but it plays a huge role in this prescription." Without saying a few words, Ji Mingnan coughed again. Wu Xun hurriedly patted his back and said. He picked up his pen and changed two more medicinal ingredients.
, wrote a new prescription and asked Danzhu to deliver it.
Ji Mingnan drags his ailing body and consults with the people outside the door. Wu Xun is worried that his body is too weak and asks him to come back again and again. Ji Mingnan seems not to have heard and insists on staying in Dongcheng. In the end, Wu Xun takes it.
Ji Mingnan used his trump card - anger, and then let Ji Mingnan give up.
"Don't you know what your body is like?" Wu Xun sat by the bed at night and said angrily. After all, Wu Xun thought about curing Ji Mingnan's disease all the time, but Ji Mingnan ruined his own like this?!
"It is precisely because I am a doctor and I know my own body very well that I dare to go to the street for consultation." Ji Mingnan untied his robe and put it on the screen and said. "It's time for you to go back to Yaoyu Valley.
"
"I don't!" Wu Xun snorted, covering his body with his whole life, and no longer paid attention to Ji Mingnan's words.
Late at night, Ji Mingnan looked at Wu Xun's sleeping face, his heart and eyes full of tenderness. At this time, Song Hanzhuo was sitting alone on the roof of Dongcheng, looking up at the stars in the sky, his eyes falling on the lights that had been turned off.
In the courtyard, the eyes became very painful. As soon as they closed their eyes, Ji Mingnan and Wu Xun were half naked hugging each other, keeping each other warm.
"Damn it!" Song Hanzhuo threw the wine bottle in his hand to the other side of the wall without even making a sound.