When Zhao Yong woke up again, his head was still dizzy, his throat was on fire, and the back of his head was still aching. He knew he had a fever.
He looked around with difficulty with blurred eyes, as if he was still in the dormitory of Sand Dune Palace.
The air is filled with a strong smell of herbs, and the medicinal fragrance is also mixed with the familiar scent of sandalwood. The two mix to form a special fragrance.
The breath in his nose reminded him of his previous life, when he was lying alone in a cold ward waiting to die.
The doors and windows of the dormitory seemed to be open, and a slight breeze blew in, gently lifting the gauze curtains in front of them. With blurred vision, it seemed that several kneeling figures could be glimpsed behind the curtains.
How long have you been asleep? The embankment seemed to have been dug before he fell into coma. Whether the river flowed along the river course or not, he didn't know what the situation was like outside.
Zhao Yongqiang pushed himself up and tried to lean on the back of the couch, but when his sleeves and robe tugged, he accidentally woke up the sleeping beauty.
Luo Coral suddenly felt the movement and sat up in shock. Looking at Zhao Yong who had woken up in front of him, tears suddenly burst from the corners of his eyes.
"Concubine... Wuwu... I am afraid of the king... Wuwu." After saying that, he threw himself into Zhao Yong's arms, and his tears instantly soaked Zhao Yong's inner lining.
Luo Coral didn't know what was wrong with her. The moment Zhao Yong fell, she could no longer maintain her usual calmness.
The beauty's sobs interrupted Zhao Yong's original thoughts.
Zhao Yong's wrinkled face softened, and he gently put his arms over the beauty's shoulders, patted her slightly and said, "Okay, I'm fine now."
Zhao Yong pushed her away gently, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes distressedly, and looked at her slightly haggard face. The beauty's originally beautiful and bright red lips had become a little pale, and her bright watery eyes had also been affected by a long sleep. It was slightly dull, and the neatly combed temples had spread out at some point, and even the bright ocher dress was wrinkled.
Zhao Yong said softly: "I ordered you to go and rest now. I have recovered from my illness, but you have fallen ill. Isn't it beautiful?"
"I'm not in the way, I just want to hold the king, just for a moment." Luo Coral hugged him and sobbed.
Luo Coral curled up in this man's arms like a kitten. She knew that this man could never belong to her alone, but at this moment, just at this moment, she wanted to have sex once more.
Zhao Yong's heart couldn't help but tremble! He gently stroked her back and comforted her softly, "Okay, okay, I won't leave, I will be here."
She was so tired that once her tense mind relaxed, she fell asleep in a matter of seconds.
In her sleep, Coral unconsciously dreamed of the lake again, dreamed of her childhood, and dreamed of the wooden house she lived in when she was a child. It seemed that she was in Qin State at that time, and her master Wei Wei was lying on his back by the lake teaching him how to practice swordsmanship...
As soon as the scene turned, the color of the whole world turned red in an instant, with shouts of killing rising to the sky, broken swords, guns, swords and halberds, and brothers and sisters lying in a pool of blood! Everything is so real. She vaguely saw her master turning around slightly, his red lips slightly parted on his blurred face. "Never fall in love with a true king." '
Tears welled up again in the corners of Coral's eyes while she was sleeping.
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Zhao Yong gently placed Luo Coral on the bed and helped her wipe away her wet tears.
Zhao Yong walked behind the curtain with light steps.
At this time, the important ministers of the State of Zhao had been kneeling on the ground waiting for a long time. In addition to Zhao Bao, the prime minister, and Wu Guang, the commander of Handan, who were maintaining the overall situation in Handan, Fei Yi, Zhao Cheng, Li Dui, and Sikong Qiu Hao, the chief official of this flood control. They're all here. In addition, there was an old man with a white beard whom Zhao Yong had never seen before.
When Chen Zhong saw Zhao Yong walking out alone, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him.
"king……"
Zhao Yong interrupted him with a silent gesture and motioned for everyone to follow him to the outer hall.
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The master of the outer hall collapsed, and Zhao Yong drank three glasses of water in one gulp. He didn't stop until his stomach felt faintly swollen.
"Is the king still feeling unwell?" the white-haired old man asked hurriedly.
Zhao Yong wiped the corner of his mouth and replied casually: "My body should be fine, but there is still a dull pain in the back of my head."
When everyone heard what Zhao Yong said, they suddenly became nervous again.
The old man took two steps forward, knelt down and said to Zhao Yong: "Please extend your wrist, and let me diagnose for you again."
Zhao Yong knew that the pain in the back of his head was just a sequelae of a fever, and that drinking more water and sweating would be fine. But seeing how nervous Fei Yi and the others were, they had no choice but to stretch out their hands and let the old man who looked like a doctor in front of them take their pulse, so as to reassure them.
"Master Qin, how are you?" Fei Yi asked nervously.
The old man was unreasonable. After diagnosing the pulse, he asked Zhao Yong to open his mouth.
Everyone was stunned. The old man's move was considered disrespectful. But they all knew the ability of the old man in front of them and understood that this was the old man's way of practicing medicine, so they all held back their words for the time being.
Zhao Yong found it strange. He could vaguely understand that the old man asked him to open his mouth, but he actually wanted to check whether his throat was inflamed. At this time, this method of detecting symptoms was definitely considered advanced.
At this time, he was already a little curious about the old man's identity.
"Weird, weird, weird." But then the old man shouted three strange things in a row, making everyone a little confused.
"Doctor Qin, it's better not to be too pretentious. How is the king's health?" Li Dui said displeased.
The white-haired old man ignored Li Dui's threat, stared at Zhao Yong and asked, "Apart from the pain in the back of your head, does your king have any other discomforts in your body?"
Zhao Yong shook his head.
"Then the king is fine. The servant said strangely because he was surprised by the speed of the king's recovery. The king fainted on the embankment the day before yesterday because he was infected with severe wind and cold. Ten days of continuous rain in Zhao area caused the temperature to drop sharply. In summer, It was cold, and the king was overly concerned with state affairs, so he had a fire in his heart. The conflict between water and fire caused the king's depression.
Just now, the servant took the king's pulse and looked at his mouth. He found that the king's pulse was stable and his heart was not depressed. He looked at his mouth and saw that there was no fire in his mouth and stomach. He must be cured. "The old man slowly explained to everyone.
When all the ministers heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and bowed heavily to the old man.
Zhao Yong also stood up and bowed to the old man and said, "Sir, you have superb medical skills. I would like to thank you." After that, he waved to Chen Zhong.
When the eunuch dragged the red silk tray forward and backward, Zhao Yong said again: "This is my heartfelt wish. Mr. Wang accepts it."
After hearing this, the old man stroked his beard and smiled: "I don't deserve this gift from the king. The king gave it to me. I dare not say goodbye. It's disrespectful for me to refuse."
Zhao Yong laughed and couldn't help but secretly said: Sir, you are free and easy.
"I wonder who you are, sir? Where do you work now?" Zhao Yong asked.
"I am a traveling doctor in the countryside. Fortunately, I live in Handan." The old man replied with cupped hands.
Zhao Yong said softly: A famous doctor in Handan City? How come I don’t know, I don’t even have any impression in my mind.
"Don't you know your name, sir?"
"Your Majesty, this is the doctor known as the Holy Hand of Compassion, a native of Qinyue." Fei Yi answered for the old man.
Qinyue people? Bian Que! The Holy Hands of Compassion? Gynecological master!
