Genius Doctor Peasant Girl

After a while, Doctor Zhang stood up in awe, Lan Yi hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "How?"

"This young man was first infected with the poison in the city, and then suffered internal injuries. As long as he takes the medicine, he will not worry about his life. He only needs to have a good health and recuperation and heal the internal injuries."

Doctor Zhang looked at Xuanyi, who was dressed in black, but the aura around him was unusual, so he called him the son.

Seeing Doctor Zhang said that he had only been poisoned with the same poison as the people in the city, Lan Yi was relieved and thanked: "Dr. Zhang has worked."

"No problem! Even if the princess ordered me to do my best, this is an antidote I prepared before going out. As for the others, take me back to the city to prescribe a good prescription for the medicine, please send guard Lan again. Bar!"

The doctor waved his hand, took out a packaged medicinal material from the medicine box and handed it to Lan Yi, then said again.

After Lan Yi handed down the medicine package, Doctor Zhang knew that the two might have something to say, so he retired with interest.

"Is there something to boil medicine?" Lan Yi asked Chaoxuan.

But Xuan Yi was pale, with a little smile on his face, watching him not speak.

Seeing this, Lan Yi didn't ask any more, but found himself in this ruined temple.

After searching for a while, I found a pottery pot that was still usable. Pour all the medicinal materials into it.

Immediately after I didn't know where to get some water, he took out the fire-folding rack he carried with him and boiled the pot of medicine.

"How do you make yourself into this kind of virtue?" Lan Yi muttered flatly, but didn't say much, just an unhappy look on his face.

It was not at all the eager and caring look when he first walked in, but that was it, Xuan Yi still had a smile on his face.

Brothers are still brothers, no matter how complaining they are, what they do is for his good.

"You said you, why did you want to be like this in the first place, and now you are like this, I really don't know what it means?"

Lan Yi looked at him with a smile on his face, and his heart became more and more dead.

Since I chose to betray at the beginning, what are you doing now, and making yourself so half-dead, it's plainly worrying.

When Lan Yi mentioned it, the expression on Xuan Yi's face flickered, but immediately returned to that faint smile.

Seeing that Lan Yi was speechless, he said slowly: "When the medicine is ready, remember to drink it by yourself. I will go back first. I will ask someone to bring the other medicine. You take care of yourself."

After that, Lan Yi was about to lift his foot out of the ruined temple, but when he came to the door, he said again: "The princess said, let you see her when you are hurt!"

After saying this sentence, he completely disappeared at the entrance of the ruined temple.

Hearing Lan Yi's last words, the expression on Xuan Yi's face became more complicated, Wang Hao...

It wasn't until the medicinal soup in the clay pot was opened and the medicinal juice splashed out of the pot, making a prickling and pulling sound, that Xuan Yi took back his thoughts.

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After Hong Luan came back from the street parade that day, the scars on his body were more serious, and most of the time he was in a coma and unconscious.

But if you listen carefully, her mouth has been chanting some names, and there is a spring breeze, a hundred miles of ink dust, and the dead Prince Mohan.

It seemed that he had had enmity with her, and almost all appeared in her unconscious mouth.

Only with the prince's order that she must return to the capital alive, the jailers in the prison also tried their best to ensure her last breath.

A doctor was specially assigned to give her a hand at her last breath to prevent her from death.

God knows, Hong Luan's mood now is not as good as dead.

The scars all over her body are painful to the bones, not to mention, just where she is in a muddle, those ugly pictures that appear when she is unconscious, have almost tortured her crazy.

The humiliation, torture, and all kinds of scenes from the past appeared in her mind like a movie.

When she woke up, she found herself in jail again, and the pain in her body no longer reminded her of what she was going to face next.

She hardly dared to think about how Baili Mochen would deal with her.

But as it is today, I am afraid that she will still suffer from her guilt in the days to come, and thinking about the methods she tasted during the trial a few days ago, she would be terrified for a while.

After thinking about this, I felt that my body hurts even more, and it turned out to be a palpitation and fainted again.

The doctor who had been staying in the cell began to rescue him. In short, the prince said, this person just couldn't let her die so easily.

The life in the cell just went on like this every day, Hong Luan was already desperate.

Chunfeng raised the baby in the mansion, waiting for Baili Mochen to deal with all the follow-up matters, and after calming down the people in several cities.

This group of people finally set off to return to Beijing.

The prince always goes out in his carriage dedicated to King Yao. Not to mention the magnificence and nobleness, the most important thing is comfort. This is a bit of relief for the spring breeze that has already reacted strongly.

If it weren't for such a comfortable carriage, the spring breeze would be exhausting enough to go back all the way.

In contrast, the prison wagon that Hong Luan was riding in seemed extremely difficult.

The prison cart is the kind that is made of heavy wood with thick bowls, with shackles and handcuffs inside, and a splint around the neck.

Originally, it was possible to sit in this kind of prison car, but the black ink dust made people place the splint above the prison car. On this road, Hong Luan could only stand like this, without even having a chance to sit.

Under such scorching sun, even the doctor in charge of treating Hongluan felt that Hongluan would not be able to reach the capital in this manner.

But Baili Mo Chen knew in his heart that Hong Luan, who had such a good martial arts foundation, would naturally not die so soon.

After going up all the way for a long time, Chunfeng felt that he was sitting a little stiff.

So he stopped the carriage in the shade of a huge tree, thinking about getting off the cart and moving his muscles and bones to relieve the feeling of vomiting all the time.

Baili Mochen personally helped the spring breeze to get out of the carriage, laid a soft cushion on a slate, and sat down in the spring breeze, and began to peel the spring breeze fruit in his hand.

That way, don't spoil the spring breeze. The guard on one side has seen a lot of them in the past few days, but he still couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

"Come on, eat this!" Baili Mochen raised a peeled fruit in his hand and handed it to the spring breeze, with a face of doting and joy.

"Well, this tastes pretty good, it suits my appetite for the past few days." Chunfeng opened his mouth to take it, and after taking a bite, he commented seemingly casual.

"Okay, you like to eat. Tomorrow I will ask someone to send more fresh food back to the house, and save it with ice cubes so that you can eat it every day."

Baili Mochen was satisfied with the spring breeze, and a warm smile appeared on his face.