Although the internal force that had been constantly colliding in the body had calmed down, the stinging pain in the forehead had not yet dissipated.
The memory of Shanyujian has long been restored.
In the past few hours, Wen Qingci remembered more about his time as a doctor in various places around the world, and the countless knowledge that was buried deep in his mind.
The intense hatred faded with the death of Xie Zhaolin.
At this time Wen Qingci knew clearly that what he had to do was to save the people of Lianhe County.
He had never been as determined as he was at that moment.
After waking up from his sleep, Wen Qingci's mind was full of the names of various herbs.
He walked out of the door after hearing the unusual noise in the courtyard, but he didn't react to what was happening there.
Eat? Isn’t it true that Senior Brother only knows how to cook porridge
Most importantly, when did he become so familiar with Xie Bufeng
Without waiting for Wen Qingci to wonder, Song Junran quickly ran up the stairs and put his arm around Wen Qingci's shoulders. "Let's go for a walk," he said in a low voice. "Don't be so anxious to get up after waking up. Go back and rest for a while."
Wen Qingci looked past Song Junran's head and into the courtyard.
The sun had already set in the west, leaving only a silver moon hanging in the sky.
Xie Bufeng stood under the moon, gazing at himself quietly.
His eyes were not calm.
It can even be called scorching.
Being stared at in this way, Wen Qingci's heart was in turmoil.
He couldn't help but take half a step back, until his shoulder accidentally hit the door frame, and then he came to his senses.
Xie Bufeng was tall and had long legs. He crossed the open space in the courtyard in a few steps and stood next to Wen Qingci.
Although they were standing on the steps, Wen Qingci still had to slightly raise his head when he looked at Xie Bufeng.
Once again, he was enveloped by the other party's aura.
A faint scent of ambergris wafts in the wind.
Under the veil, her long hair was untied.
The evening breeze ruffled her black hair, entangled a few strands in the hollow stained glass window.
Xie Bufeng approached slowly.
The two bodies were almost touching.
"What are you going to do!" Song Junran became alert immediately.
But Xie Bufeng seemed not to hear his voice. He carefully removed the long hair that was tangled in the lattice window and helped Wen Qingci put it behind his back.
And all the words I wanted to say in my heart were condensed into one gentle reminder: "Have a good rest."
After saying this, he turned and went into his room.
The deep voice licked Wen Qingci's ear like a snake.
He held his breath at this moment.
The distance between himself and Xie Bufeng seemed a little too close.
"Come inside first, don't stay here in the wind." Without time to think about it, Song Junran pulled Wen Qingci into the house and closed the door. "Do you still feel uncomfortable?"
Wen Qingci shook his head slowly and sat down at the table.
He couldn’t help but ask: “Brother, do you think Xie Bufeng just now…” was a little strange.
"It was nothing just now!"
As he spoke, Song Junran placed his fingers on Wen Qingci's wrist, ready to take his pulse.
As his sleeves were lifted, the faint red marks on Wen Qingci's arms suddenly appeared in front of the two men.
"… This is?"
Wen Qingci was startled by the mark on his arm.
What is this!
Just as Wen Qingci was about to take a closer look, his sleeve was suddenly pulled down by Song Junran.
Grass, beasts.
Song Junran couldn't help but curse in his heart.
"Oh, the climate in Lianhe County is hot and humid, so you might have rash on your arm." As he said that, Song Junran didn't even check Wen Qingci's pulse. He turned around and took out the ointment from the medicine box and applied it on Wen Qingci's arm.
His movements were extremely quick. After applying the ointment, he carefully wrapped Wen Qingci's arm with gauze, not giving the other party any time to react.
In order to hide his guilty conscience, Song Junran did not forget to scold his junior brother a few words: "Look at you, you have not been applying the ointment properly. The skin around the wound is more fragile and cannot withstand the tossing. After this matter is resolved, after returning to the valley, you must follow the doctor's advice! Do you understand?"
"I understand." Wen Qingci nodded repeatedly.
Worried that Song Junran would continue nagging, he immediately changed the subject back to the leprosy and chatted with his senior brother about serious matters, temporarily putting the previous topic aside.
After Song Junran left, Wen Qingci, who was alone in the room, slowly squatted down.
—The stone blue bricks were covered with fragments of porcelain bowls.
There was even some spilled porridge.
Wen Qingci reached out and picked up the porcelain piece.
After a moment's silence, he slowly untied the gauze wrapped around his arm.
The scar on the skin was not very deep originally. After applying the special scar removal medicine made in the valley, it became so light that it was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
For a moment, Wen Qingci couldn't even judge from the gradually fading image in his memory whether his arm was simply a rash.
Wen Qingci looked down at the broken porcelain on the ground.
When Wen Qingci was hypnotized, he only had vague memories of his past life.
A bit naive.
But now, with the memory restored.
The ways of the world that I have experienced in the past twenty years have also become clearer to me.
Wen Qingci didn't think he was as easy to fool as before.
Senior brother just lied... He must have had a big conflict with Xie Bufeng.
But why did he do that
Wen Qingci couldn't help but feel curious and scratching his head.
The next morning, just after daybreak, Wen Qingci walked out of the office alone and headed towards the open space filled with people lying there.
The medicine has been distributed for a long time, but it has no effect.
The common people in the open space had already begun to doubt the imperial physician from the capital, as well as Wen Qingci and Song Junran.
Not to mention the cremation of corpses yesterday, which dealt them a huge psychological blow.
The moment Wen Qingci was seen, the open space was silent.
But he was not affected by the atmosphere here.
Wen Qingci walked straight to the wooden bed and took the pulse of a sleeping patient.
Sensing someone coming, the patient opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at Wen Qingci.
Having been in a coma for several days, he might not be aware of what happened yesterday.
The look he gave Wen Qingci at this moment was one of pleading and trust.
Under the veil, Wen Qingci bit his lips.
He was extremely nervous.
try again…
Try your best and try again.
I have studied medicine for more than 20 years, just for this moment.
Wen Qingci took a deep breath and slowly closed his eyes.
At this moment, the only thing left in his world was the pulse beating gently under his fingertips.
The pulse is deep, thin and slow...
The throbbing under his wrist instantly activated Wen Qingci's memory.
Different from the previous few days, what was limited to his mind this time was no longer the records of "Xinglin Jie'e", but fragments of memories.
Wen Qingci's thoughts suddenly became clear.
After just a few seconds, there was no more panic or anxiety in his heart.
The names of countless herbs emerged from the depths of his mind.
What he needed to do now was to grasp this information and remember it in his heart.
After taking the pulse, Wen Qingci immediately opened his eyes.
"Give me a moment."
Without caring about anything else, he immediately returned to the county government office, took out paper and pen, and quickly wrote down the medicinal herbs he thought of.
Then he walked quickly to the kitchen which was filled with small stoves.
time does not wait!
"Pause-"
Hearing Wen Qingci's voice, the servant boy and the imperial physician who were decocting medicine turned around in unison.
He slowly placed the prescription in his hand on the table and ordered directly: "Change the medicine, use this prescription."
Wen Qingci's tone was exceptionally firm and unquestionable.
The kitchen fell silent in an instant, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
One of the imperial doctors slowly took the prescription.
The next moment, his expression, which was not relaxed to begin with, became even more solemn.
What kind of recipe is this? Is he kidding
"But..." Seeing his colleague's extremely conflicted expression, another young imperial physician slowly stood up and said, "Your prescription cannot be used rashly without discussion."
As an imperial physician, he had always looked down upon these two quacks who had emerged from nowhere.
When Wen Qingci came up and ordered him to change the prescription, the young doctor immediately refused to obey.
"Discuss?" Under the veil, Wen Qingci suddenly lowered his head and laughed softly, "The prescription I wrote does not need to be discussed."
Even through the white veil and veil, one could still hear the gentleness in his voice.
But just as clear as the gentleness is the incomparable firmness.
Wen Qingci never came here to seek other people's opinions.
After saying this, seeing that these people had no intention of cooperating, he simply turned around and picked up the medicine himself according to what was written on the prescription.
"Hey hey! What are you doing—" The young doctor was about to stop him.
"The quantities of these herbs have been calculated! Please don't mess around with them, okay? What will we do if we mess them up?"
The noise from the kitchen spread throughout the entire courtyard.
The next moment, the imperial physician Yu Guanlin, who was busy not far away, was supported by someone and walked in.
"Sir, Imperial Physician," the young doctor hurriedly saluted and stepped forward and said, "This quack doctor suddenly came in with a prescription and asked us to do as he said—"
As he was talking, Xie Bufeng also walked into the kitchen.
When they saw him show up, the imperial doctors immediately became nervous.
Xie Bufeng had already instructed that his identity must not be revealed during this journey.
Therefore, after seeing him, everyone could only hold back and stand there without saluting.
But the more this happened, the more nervous I became.
"Ahem," Yu Guanlin coughed twice. He turned around and carefully glanced at Xie Bufeng, then stretched out his hand and said to the imperial physician, "Give me the prescription."
"yes."
The old doctor took the prescription with trembling hands. Although Wen Qing was anxious when writing the prescription, he did not forget to hide his notes.
The words on the paper were so flamboyant and vigorous that it took effort to make them out.
He looked intently and saw—
This is completely different from the prescription that the few people had discussed before. The new prescription relies entirely on the word "risk".
“… Sir, the prescriptions you gave me are all heavy doses.” Even though he had been practicing medicine for many years, Yu Guanlin was still shocked by the extremely bold prescription in his hand.
What he didn't say in his heart was that mixing the several herbs in the prescription in his hand could even produce a strong toxic effect.
I'm afraid there is only one person in the world who can prescribe such a prescription.
Yu Guanlin has been conservative all his life and shouldn't have said anything more at this time.
But there are thousands of patients in Lianhe County after all. If there is something wrong with this prescription, I will be cursed for the rest of my life.
"Yes," Wen Qingci turned slowly and said, "There is a reason but no death, treat according to the symptoms. If you are still hesitant, I'm afraid you won't be able to save a single person."
He had already grabbed a dose of medicine and put it on the table: "If you don't use a large dose to curb the disease now, what are you waiting for?"
Wen Qingci's voice came through the white gauze.
The doctors in the room all fell silent, no one dared to speak.
Wen Qingci also completely ignored their intentions.
He picked up the medicine he had already prepared, walked around Yu Guanlin, and went to an empty purple clay pot, saying that he would start to decoct the medicine himself.
"Wait a minute!" Seeing that Wen Qingci was about to take action, the young imperial physician guarding the stove couldn't help but become anxious.
He subconsciously reached out, trying to push Wen Qingci's hand away.
However, this time, he did not meet Wen Qingci in the end.
"Snapped-"
Following a clear sound, the imperial physician slapped Xie Bufeng's hand heavily on the back!
"Minister, minister, I..."
He actually accidentally hit the emperor
At that moment, the young doctor knelt on the ground with a thud. His whole body was stiff and trembling. He even forgot how to kowtow.
—Just as the young doctor waved his hand, Xie Bufeng suddenly reached out from behind, gently wrapped Wen Qingci's right hand in his palm, and blocked the attack for him.
"Do as he says," Xie Bufeng's deep voice came through his chest pressed against Wen Qingci's back, "Don't make any mistakes, go now."
Along with the sound, a faint tremor also climbed up the spine.
Under the veil, Wen Qingci's face instantly turned red enough to look like blood was dripping out.
(End of this chapter)