Chu Yan asked, "Speak clearly, what's going on?"
At this time, Song Lang no longer wanted to lie about anything.
"She was poisoned by my cartilage powder, and I was detained in a secret compartment at the bottom of the cabin. If no one came out on her back, she would never get out."
"By the way, I have a maid who knows martial arts to accompany her. The maid must have brought her out. If you look for it again, maybe someone else rescued her."
Chu Yan really wanted to drew a dagger and smashed him into pieces.
He knows that Angelica dahurica is water-permeable, but if it is poisoned by the cartilage powder, what about water-permeability? She doesn't have the strength to swim ashore, even if the girl who knows martial arts carries her up, at that time, who doesn't take care of herself first
In such a weather, such a vast river, and Bai Zhi's weak and small, can she really survive
His heart began to ache again, and it hurt more and more. He clutched his chest, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his body crashed down.
Wu went crazy, and hurriedly said to the cell boss behind him: "Quickly, go and ask the doctor."
Song Lang sat up straight, facing Ah Wu, am I the doctor
Ah Wu just wanted to come, yes, Song Lang is a doctor, or a doctor with very good medical skills, but let him treat His Highness, is it reliable
Song Lang knew Ah Wu's doubts, and a wry smile appeared on his desolate face: "I still hope that he can find Bai Zhi, so how can I kill him at this time? Besides, Song Lang, I have never thought of harming him. "
Yes, Song Lang also helped Azhi deal with the poisonous poison in the city of Kyoto. Except for the kidnapping of Azhi, Song Lang did not look like a heinous person.
Seeing Ah Wu nodded, Song Lang just got close to him, first took Chu Yan's pulse, then opened his eyelids to look at, and sighed: "Yu is eager to attack the heart, the heat is not enough, and the wind is cold. , Overworked, several illnesses, no wonder he vomited blood."
"How to treat?" Awu asked.
Song Lang shook his head: "It's useless to treat it with medicine alone. It requires rest. If you can't rest, maybe the root of the disease will fall."
Wu asked: "What's the root cause?"
Song Lang retracted to the corner and stroked his chest with his right hand. This place was aching, and this was the root of his illness.
"Heartache, and cold syndrome."
"What does heartache mean? I will have heartache every day from now on?" Ah Wu asked again.
Song Lang shook his head: "He doesn't feel heartache every day, but when he thinks of someone, he will feel heartache. When the winter is cold, he will be particularly afraid of cold. It is not a fatal disease, but it should not be underestimated."
"Is there any way to prevent your Highness from letting go of these root causes?" Awu asked.
Song Lang pointed to his chest and said: "If I had a way, it wouldn't be so painful here." He also had heartache, and he always thought of everything that happened that night, watched the merciless slaughter of his relatives, and thought of that scene. , His heart was wringing and painful, and any painkillers were useless.
This is a kind of heart disease, unless it is forgotten, it will not be cured in the whole life.
But how can he forget those painful memories? There is no medicine that can make people forget their memories!
Chu Yan was taken back to the bedroom by Wu. After the doctor invited him, he only said that he had caught the wind and cold, but he didn't see anything else.
Wu also had a hint of luck, hoping that Song Lang's medical skills would not be so good.
Chu Yan woke up late at night, and after blinking in a daze, he suddenly sat up.