The child had no breath. Ji Yannuo stepped forward and probed the child's neck. It was still warm and said, "There is still a trace of breath."
"There is no way to save it." The old doctor stroked his beard and said regretfully, "It has entered the heart veins, and even the Daluo gods can't save it."
"I can give it a try," Ji Yannuo said.
The old doctor said to Ji Yannuo, "Young man, do you really have a solution?" The young man in front of him was as gentle as jade, with orchids and jade trees, and his body carried the faint fragrance of herbs.
"Junior can give it a try."
"Let him try it." The child's mother, who had just taken Ji Yannuo's pills, said quickly, "My two cows took this young man's medicine and are much better now."
"Put the child down first." Ji Yannuo looked at the child and said, "Let him lie flat." Then he gave the child a needle, and the silver needle immediately turned black.
After a while, the child, who had weak breath, slowly regained his breath. Ji Yannuo took away the injection, wrote a prescription and said, "Follow this prescription and give it to him three times a day. He should be well in half a month."
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He wrote another prescription and handed it to the old doctor on the side, saying, "Take this medicine for those with mild symptoms, and they will be cured within ten days."
"I'm afraid there's no grass in the store." The old doctor looked at Ji Yannuo's prescription and said awkwardly, "And the grass is also very expensive."
"Please, Mr. Qingcang, please run over and ask Baizhu to deliver the medicinal materials." Ji Yannuo said calmly.
Qingcang didn't dare to delay and rushed back to the small courtyard.
"Sir, how much does the medical fee and medicine cost?" An old woman in linen clothes asked in embarrassment, holding her little grandson in her arms. This child had a hard life. His mother died when giving birth to him, and his father has not been alive since he went to sea.
What's the news? She and her wife are the only two people taking care of the child. On weekdays, this life is already difficult, so it is definitely not cheap.
Ji Yannuo glanced at the child in her arms, smiled gently, and said, "Old man, you don't need money, don't worry."
"What a living god." The old woman held the child and was about to kneel down to Ji Yannuo. Ji Yannuo quickly supported the old woman and said, "Old man, I am ashamed to say that this matter has something to do with me...
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In the suburbs, after a fierce battle, there were men in black lying on the ground. The last man in black fell under Changsong's knife. Drops of blood stained the grass, filled with the smell of blood.
"Your Highness." Changsong said coldly, "These are all dead soldiers, they seem to be the same group as those in the capital." There was a group of dead soldiers in the capital. When Song Yulian was leaving the city, they assassinated him and followed him all the way to Ningcheng.
"But he perseveres." Song Yulian looked at the dead soldier lying on the ground coldly, and said casually, "I really don't know whether to live or die."
"Your Highness and his group are following you all the way from the capital to Ningcheng. You'd better be careful." Changsong is Song Yulian's secret guard. One person can defeat a thousand troops.
"It seems that someone is willing to spend a lot of money to kill Gu." Song Yulian sneered, "You are not overestimating your own capabilities."
Chang Song lowered his head and said nothing. The two most capable subordinates following Song Yulian were Qing Cang in the light and Chang Song in the dark. With these two people protecting him, ordinary people could not get close to him.
Today he went out to do errands and left Qingcang with Song Changning.
Looking at the sunset gradually setting on the horizon, he said, "Go back." The slender figure looked very cold in the bamboo forest. Changsong looked at Song Yulian's back. This young man was destined to have a unique life since he was born.
He was established as a prince as soon as he was born. Song Xiuhan's harem was considered clean among previous dynasties, but there were still open and covert arrows constantly shooting at the young man. Song Yulian had long been accustomed to such days. He had a future and a huge fortune.
of darkness.
He came to Ningcheng nominally to handle official business and bring Song Changning back to him, but in fact he lured the snake out of its hole.
After all the patients were out of danger, it was already late at night. Ji Yannuo rubbed his swollen eyebrows and suddenly smelled a refreshing fragrance. He opened the car curtain and saw an old man selling wontons on the roadside. He raised his voice.
Said, "Baizhu, stop the car."
"Sir." Bai Shu said and stopped the carriage. Ji Yannuo got out of the carriage and walked to the stall, "Master, I want a bowl of wontons, not coriander."
"Okay," the old man skillfully cooked the wontons and said with a smile, "If I eat a bowl of wontons, I guarantee that the young master will have nothing to worry about."
Ji Yannuo heard this and said with a smile, "I'm going to have a taste of it." After saying that, he motioned to Bai Shu to give the silver to the old man, and then said, "I'm going to take it back."
"Okay." There were more than a dozen wontons rolling in the white soup. Bai Shu couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Ji Yannuo saw this and said with a smile, "I'll have another bowl, let's eat it here."
"Master." Bai Shu asked in surprise, "Do you want to finish eating so much? Besides, you don't like wontons." Bai Shu thought that Ji Yannuo wanted wontons just because he was hungry. Anyway, his master is very picky.
Generally speaking, if you don't like food, you can only eat one bite at most, and the rest goes into his and Zisu's stomachs.
"You don't want to eat? If you don't want to eat, forget it." Ji Yannuo joked.
Bai Shu's eyebrows were filled with joy and he smiled like a child, "Thank you, sir." He took the wontons from the old man's hand and said with a smile, "Just wait for the next bowl."
Bai Shu and Zi Su both grew up with him, and now they are the only ones around him. In Ji Yannuo's eyes, Bai Shu is like his brother.
"Uncle, take this bowl away with you." Ji Yannuo chuckled and sat on the polished bench without any objection. Baizhu stuffed a thin-skinned and meaty wonton into his mouth. His mouth was filled with the aroma of meat.
"Sir, you have to eat the wontons while they're fresh out of the pan. They won't taste as good as they do now."
"It's okay." Ji Yannuo said lightly, looking at the busy old man chatting away. The old man looked at Ji Yannuo. He had a youthful temperament. He looked at the child of a wealthy family, but there was nothing about him.
Although she was half delicate, she was more gentle and elegant. It was so comfortable to talk to her that I couldn't help but say a few more words.
"Young master's accent doesn't sound like he's from Ningcheng." The old man asked with a smile.
Ji Yannuo smiled gently and said, "I am a northerner."
"Young Master doesn't look like he's a businessman." The old man stirred the wontons skillfully twice and said with a smile, "Young Master looks like a scholar at first glance. You shouldn't come to Ningcheng, you should go to the capital!"
Ji Yannuo pursed his lips and smiled, with a bit of coolness. The capital? The last thing he wanted to go to was the capital. When he returned from his dream at midnight and tossed and turned, he had imagined countless times that if his father had not made that decision, their family of four would have
Didn't he embark on the road to the capital? Perhaps he was still the young man in Yaoyu Valley who only knew how to study medicine and practice martial arts.
Ji Yannuo stopped talking. Baizhu drank the wontons in two gulps, then walked to the car to get a pen and ink. Ji Yannuo started writing with the help of the weak light.