Zhao Dexun and Li Jinghao held up the unconscious Gu Qi.
Seeing Yuan Zhe's return, Zhao Dexun's eyes turned red and he became even more excited: "Your Highness!"
The dark Hufu was soaked in blood, Gu Qi's face was pale, a few strands of black hair clung to his cheeks, and large beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.
"What, what's going on?"
Zhou Hu took two steps forward, wanting to help, but he couldn't.
Yuan Zhe stayed where he was, staring at the unconscious Gu Qi, his eyes full of heartache.
Suppressing the fire in his heart, he gritted his teeth and said, "Send him back."
"Okay." Li Jinghao responded and asked Gu Qi to leave.
"I'll do it!" Zhou Hu came forward and squatted slightly in front of Gu Qi.
Zhao Dexun and Li Jinghao understood each other and carefully lifted Gu Qi onto Zhou Hu's back.
Zhou Hu's eyes turned red, he breathed a long sigh of relief and picked up Gu Qi on his back.
After only walking a few steps, I felt my body was a little overwhelmed.
From getting up early to set up a porridge shop to getting food in bulk, Zhou Hu never ate a drop of rice.
Along the way, I felt anxious and anxious, and even felt a stabbing pain in my stomach, making me feel dizzy.
His body was trembling slightly, and he was afraid of knocking the person on his back, so he had to stop.
"That's what you civil servants are like, extremely weak!"
Zhao Dexun pushed Zhou Hu away, grabbed Gu Qi's arm, put her on his back, and started running.
Zhou Hu fell to the ground and became even more dizzy.
"Are you okay?" Li Jinghao knelt down and helped Zhou Hu up.
"It's okay, hurry up and follow." Zhou Hu sat on the ground, eyes closed, and kept breathing deeply.
Seeing that he was fine, Li Jinghao patted his shoulder: "You take a rest, I'll go over first."
Zhou Hu endured the discomfort and nodded.
After a while, Xu Shuo ran over with a medicine box on his back. Seeing Zhou Hu sitting on the roadside, he came forward and lowered the pill: "Since morning until now, you and your highness have not eaten anything. Quickly swallow this." ”
Zhou Hu took the honey pill, which was dry and hard to swallow. He raised his hand to hammer his chest and exhaled.
"Master Pei is seriously injured. I have to go over and take a look. But His Highness..."
"Don't worry, Doctor Xu, I'll take care of His Highness. Go quickly..." Zhou Hu raised his hand and rubbed his chest, swallowing hard: "Go and see Master Pei!"
Xu Shuo nodded, picked up the medicine box and ran quickly.
When they arrived at the Governor's Mansion, they saw Li Jinghao and others standing outside the wing, pacing anxiously.
"How's it going?" Xu Shuo stepped forward, took Zhao Dexun's arm and asked.
Zhao Dexun pointed to the wing and said, "Inside."
Xu Shuo stepped forward and met Yan Churong.
"Doctor Yan?"
Yan Churong frowned and said coldly: "Everyone, wait outside."
After saying that, he was about to close the door, but Xu Shuo stopped him with one hand: "Doctor Yan! The matter is serious, why don't you let me in so we can discuss countermeasures."
"No need."
"Doctor Yan!" Xu Shuo refused to give up and still clung to the door frame: "I am following the orders of His Highness..."
"I said, no need!" Yan Churong pushed him angrily and closed the door hard!
Xu Shuo took two steps back without any force. When he closed the door, he caught a glimpse of someone in the house.
A woman was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with her black hair flowing down her back, and her temples braided. She was standing in front of the table. When she heard the noise outside, she turned her head and glanced at Xu Shuo.
He has a beautiful face, cold eyes and refined temperament. Unlike the people of Tuzhou, they are wearing the clothes of poor people.
Just one glance made Xu Shuo remember her.
For many years afterwards, I never forgot it.
Li Jinghao pulled Xu Shuo down: "Doctor Yan has superb medical skills, and Mr. Pei is a good person, so he will be fine."
Xu Shuo came to his senses and nodded.
"Pull me here, just for her?"
The woman raised her hand lightly and pointed at Gu Qi, who was lying on the bed.
"Yeah." Yan Churong sat at the table and poured a cup of tea.
"Is the fight also about her?"
"Wuzhuo, you talk too much!"
Yan Churong tried his best to endure it, but still got angry.
Wu Zhuo said no more, walked straight to the bed and took off all Gu Qi's clothes.
"I don't know how many times I was beaten to end up like this."
Yan Churong closed his eyes tightly, faced the wall, and the hand holding the tea cup began to tremble: "Twenty big boards."
"No wonder." Wu Zhuo began to treat the wound. He caught a glimpse of Yan Churong from the corner of his eye and said with a smile, "What will you do if I'm not here?"
Yan Churong opened his eyes and replied firmly: "Marry her."
"Oh," Wu Zhuo teased, "I thought Dr. Yan was cold-faced and cold-hearted, but I didn't expect that there are also times when he is soft."
The person opposite suddenly became quiet and said no more.
Wu Zhuo sighed: "Since ancient times, the word love hurts people. You should not have fallen out with your master because of her. You still don't understand the master's temper? If you touch his people, what will happen to you? With her I'm afraid we won't be able to stay together for the rest of our lives."
Seeing Yan Churong's figure sway, he knew that he had heard what he said.
The room fell silent.
Only the sound of rustling wounds was heard.
About half an hour later, I heard Wu Zhuo say: "Okay."
Yan Churong threw the tea cup randomly on the table, rushed to the bed, knelt on the ground and took his pulse.
The tea cup on the table rolled to the ground and broke into pieces with a "pop" sound.
Zhao Dexun and others heard the noise and rushed forward: "Doctor Yan! How is it?"
The door shook violently, and you knew how fiercely the incoming person was shooting.
"I'll open the door first."
Yan Churong did not respond. At this time, only Gu Qi was left in his eyes.
Wu Zhuo picked up the lacquer tray, which was covered with bloody gauze pieces.
Opening the door slowly, bowing his head and giving a brief salute to everyone.
Zhao Dexun and Li Jinghao stepped aside to make way for Wu Zhuo.
Xu Shuo stared at Wu Zhuo blankly until he walked out of the corridor and disappeared around the corner.
Li Jinghao and Zhao Dexun stepped into the house.
Seeing Gu Qi lying on the bed with a relieved look on her face, she knew she was okay.
Yan Churong felt relieved and gently put Gu Qi's arm into the quilt, took out the sweater from his sleeve, and carefully wiped it on his forehead.
"It's okay, everyone, please go back and don't disturb her rest." Yan Churong stood up and pushed Zhao Dexun and others out.
When he arrived at the door, Xu Shuo pointed at the injury on Yan Churong's face and said, "Let me help you take care of it."
Thinking of what he did just now, Yan Churong apologized: "Thank you."
"His Royal Highness is still at the government office, we have to rush back."
Xu Shuo nodded, Zhao Dexun and Li Jinghao turned around and ran out of the Governor's Mansion.
Next to him was Xu Shuo's wing. He pushed open the door and put his medicine box on the table.
"How did it hurt?"
"Accidentally, I fell."
After practicing medicine for so many years, even a quack doctor can see the signs of this injury.
Xu Shuo only smiled slightly and didn't ask any more questions.
Take out the ointment and apply it gently.
"How is Master Pei's injury?"
Yan Churong's face trembled in pain, and he grunted: "It's a skin injury, it's not a problem."
Xu Shuo sighed: "Fortunately."
"Are there any wounds on your body?"
Yan Churong shook his head.
Xu Shuo organized the medicine box.
The two were embarrassed for a while, not knowing what to say.
"Doctor Yan," after struggling for a while, Xu Shuo slowly said, "Who was the woman in the room just now?"
Yan Churong's eyes averted, and he raised his hand to touch the wound: "That's the shopkeeper of Baiyao Hall."
"Oh." Xu Shuo pursed his lips and wrote down the three words "Baiyao Hall".
"I'm going to boil the medicine first."
Yan Churong stood up and left the wing.
Xu Shuo said "hmm" lightly, and when he saw Yan Churong leaving, he stood up and followed him unconsciously.
That cold look was engraved deeper and deeper in my mind.
Something seemed to scratch my heart.
"Why are you here?"
Xu Shuo stood at the door and laughed dryly: "I, let me take a look."
"Oh, just right." Yan Churong handed him the cattail leaf fan in his hand: "I'm going to give the medicine first. There is a new medicine on the fire, come and take a look. If you don't understand anything, you can ask Wu Zhuo."
Wu Zhuo sat on a low stool, holding a cattail fan, and glared at Yan Churong.
Yan Churong knew that he had made a mistake, so he shut his mouth, picked up the medicine bowl, and walked out.
Xu Shuo held a cattail leaf fan in his hand and sat down next to Wu Zhuo.
Wu Zhuo still looked cold, carefully looking after the medicine stove in front of him.
His heart was pounding with nervousness. Xu Shuo felt it was difficult to breathe. He picked up the cattail fan and fanned the medicine stove in front of him vigorously.
"That's not the case. You have to be gentle."
Wu Zhuo frowned and began to doubt this man's medical skills.
"Sorry." Xu Shuo blushed.
The surroundings were filled with a strong aroma of medicine, and the wisps of white mist made Xu Shuo lose his mind.
Although I have never experienced love, in this moment, I understand everything.
Xu Shuo took a deep breath and summoned up the courage to speak: "Your name is... Wu Zhuo?"
Wu Zhuo didn't look at him and just said "hmm" lightly.
Xu Shuo looked at Wu Zhuo and continued: "My name is Xu Shuo."
"oh."
"I, I work at Tai Hospital."
Wu Zhuo was still looking at the medicine stove. Hearing Xu Shuo's words, Wu Zhuo nodded: "I am..."
"You are the shopkeeper of Baiyao Hall! Doctor Yan told me."
Wu Zhuo turned his head, saw Xu Shuo's silly smile, and smiled politely: "Yes."
Xu Shuo opened his mouth, but was suddenly at a loss for words and didn't know what topic to continue.
He lowered his head in frustration and stared blankly at the medicine stove in front of him.
"Why did Dr. Xu come to Tuzhou?"
Hearing Wu Zhuo's voice, Xu Shuo's heart trembled.
She actually took the initiative to ask about her own affairs!
Xu Shuo laughed stupidly: "I came here with His Royal Highness King Zhe. The flooding in Tuzhou is threatening to cause an epidemic, so His Majesty sent his ministers here."
"Oh." Wu Zhuo didn't care what he said.
I'm just bored and looking for someone to chat with can also kill some time.
Having spent many years in the palace, dealing with royal family members, new nobles and dignitaries, I am used to showing off in every situation. Although I cannot be glib, I can still leave the impression of a talkative person.
At the moment, nothing can be said.
The two of them chatted incessantly.
It never got warmer.
"Okay." Wu Zhuo stood up, picked up the rag from the side, wrapped the handle tightly, and poured the hot medicine into the bowl.
"Is mine healed too?"
Xu Shuo looked at Wu Zhuo, and the cattail leaf fan in his hand was almost burned by the fire.
Wu Zhuo laughed out loud, stepped forward and grabbed the cattail leaf fan, squatted beside him and fanned lightly: "I see you are absent-minded. If you have something to do, you might as well go and do it."
Xu Shuo looked at Wu Zhuo, his Adam's apple rolled twice, and he stammered: "It's not that he's busy either."
Wu Zhuo smiled, stood up and opened the lid, and a grunting sound came out.
"It will be almost ready in less than half an hour."
She delivered the cattail leaf fan to Xu Shuo's hand: "I will carry this bowl of medicine to Mr. Pei and go back directly after delivering it."
"You want to leave?"
"Well, you and Dr. Yan are here, that's enough."
Xu Shuo opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he was too embarrassed to speak, so he just said: "Walk slowly."
Wu Zhuo nodded and walked out with the medicine bowl.
