That night, Luo Wei's condition continued to deteriorate. He had phlegm, which was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out. He scratched his throat with his hands, his eyes rolled up, and he couldn't get up in one breath.
Imperial Physician Wei was busy giving needles, and another Imperial Physician patted Luo Wei's back, all in a mess.
Wei Lan couldn't stand it any longer, so she pushed away Imperial Physician Wei, who had stabbed Luo Wei's hand with blood, and put a handkerchief over Luo Wei's mouth, mouth-to-mouth, blocking Luo Wei's windpipe. The phlegm was sucked out.
Wei Wei, who wanted to train Wei Lan, saw that Luo Wei's phlegm was sucked out by Wei Lan, but he was grateful to Wei Lan, and only gave Wei Lan a salute. If something happens to Luo Wei, even if these imperial doctors are innocent and the emperor is angry, who can afford it
That night, including Luo Ze, who was unable to walk due to a leg injury, the Luo family stayed beside Luo Wei's bed and did not dare to leave, for fear that Luo Wei would be gone in the blink of an eye.
It was not until dawn the next day that Luo Wei's phlegm did not recur, and the imperial physicians breathed a sigh of relief. The expressions of the imperial physicians slowed down, and the nerves of the others in the room also loosened.
"This stage, your son is over," said Imperial Physician Wei to Luo Zhiqiu and Fu Hua after examining Luo Wei's pulse.
"Lan," Luo Ze grabbed Wei Lan's hand and said, "You saved Xiaowei's life this time!"
When Luo Zhiqiu got up, he actually bowed to Wei Lan and said, "Lan, I thank you for your life-saving grace to Luo Wei."
Wei Lan wanted to kneel, but Luo Ze grabbed both hands and couldn't kneel down, so he could only shake his head and said, "My life is saved by the son, Wei Lan will do anything for the son. Young master, don't break Wei Lan, Wei Lan can't afford it."
Luo Ze said: "Lan, I really thank you, how did you think of using that trick?" If you can remember that you can suck phlegm from mouth to mouth, Luo Ze will also do it for Luo Wei, but he At that time, there were no gods and no masters, and I didn't know that Wei Lan's method could be used to save Luo Wei.
Wei Lan said: "I have seen doctors who have used this trick to save patients with phlegm, so I will."
Luo Ze and the people present, including Luo Zhiqiu and Xie Yu, believed Wei Lan's words.
Wei Lan stared at Luo Wei on the bed again. In fact, their unicorn shadow guards died of serious illness in the end. After the poison broke out, the whole body festered. Not to mention, the diseases that people will suffer, the diseases that can occur, and the unicorn shadow guards who die in the end will get it again and again. This disease of phlegm flow is a common disease of Qilin shadow guards. Without a doctor to see it, they can only rely on themselves to help each other. Wei Lan has done phlegm suction many times.
"Master Xiang," the concierge of the Xiangfu ran into Luo Wei's yard at this time, and did not dare to enter the house, but stood under the steps of the corridor, and said incoherently to Luo Zhiqiu in the back room: "Master Fuyi, no, The villain is saying, National Teacher, Lord National Teacher, he, he has come to our house." Seeing Emperor Xingwu never made this person so excited. Can prolong life. The disciple thought to himself, it seems that his longevity can be increased by a few more years, and the third son has also been saved. The national teacher is here, and which ghost messenger dares to come to the house to collect the soul of the third son
Luo Zhiqiu was also surprised. How did this national teacher Fuyi ever interact with their courtiers? Even if these courtiers went to ask to see, the national teacher would not be seen.
"Weier is saved!" Fu Hua cried out in a gaffe. That day, she only cared about Luo Ze, who was tortured, and didn't ask Luo Wei a word. Now that she thinks about it, Fu Hua is too regretful. She even thinks that if she should care more about Luo Wei that day, Luo Wei will not be here today. This dying point.
"Father, go and welcome the national teacher," Luo Zechong called Luo Zhiqiu. He didn't believe much in ghosts, but now as long as he could save Luo Wei and let him become a monk, he would be willing.
Luo Zhiqiu and Fu Hua personally greeted Master Fuyi in front of the mansion gate.
Master Fuyi brought only a little novice to stand in front of the Zuoxiang Mansion. Early in the morning, there were quite a few pedestrians on the street in front of the Xiangfu's house, but no one recognized this old monk in a gray robe as the national teacher Fuyi. of those who seek Buddhahood.
"Your Majesty ordered someone to come to the poor monk," Master Fuyi met Luo Zhiqiu, and after greeting each other, the master said to Luo Zhiqiu, "It is said that the third son of the mansion is in critical condition, and the poor monk came to take a look."
"Master, please," Luo Zhiqiu hurriedly handed Master Fuyi to the mansion, and said, "The child's disease does not seem to be good. If the master can come, the child will be saved."
Master Fuyi said: "The poor monk also has some medical skills, but compared to the imperial doctor Wei who is already in the house, the poor monk thinks he is inferior."
Fu Hua became anxious and said, "Master, please ask my Wei'er to save you. You are a living Buddha. If you can't do anything about it, then my Wei'er is really helpless!"
Seeing that Fu Hua was about to kneel and beg, Master Fuyi gave Fu Hua a hand and said, "Mrs. Luo, life is determined by heaven, and a poor monk who cultivates Buddha's name is a living Buddha, and a poor monk dare not bear it."
"Grandmaster… "
"Master, please," Luo Zhiqiu tugged at Fu Hua's sleeve, without letting Fu Hua say any more, he stretched out his hand in the direction of Luo Wei's courtyard, and asked Master Fu Yi to go to Luo Wei's place. Emperor Xingwu must have known what happened last night, and invited the national teacher to come. It seems that Emperor Xingwu wants to make his last effort.
All unrelated people were taken out of Luo Wei's yard by Xie Yu.
Luo Ze kept Wei Lan, and now he doesn't treat Wei Lan as an outsider. Luo Ze himself couldn't explain why he could feel more at ease when he saw Wei Lan guarding Luo Wei's bed.
After Master Fuyi came in, he went straight to Luo Wei's sickbed, glanced at Luo Wei, and then at Wei Lan who was standing beside him.
"Master," Luo Zhiqiu asked, "is the child's disease curable?"
Master Fuyi touched Luo Wei's forehead, "It turns out that the head is also hurt. The third son is not a person who will cherish himself."
"Master," Luo Ze said anxiously, "how is my little brother?"
"Looking at the fate of the third son, the fate should not end," said Master Fuyi, "Xu Shifu has not yet finished, and perhaps suffering has not been enough."
"My little brother is naturally not enough," Luo Ze hurriedly said, how could Luo Ze's brother come to suffer in this world? !
"Yeah," Master Fuyi smiled, put a string of black jade beads on Luo Wei's pillow, and said to Luo Wei who was asleep, "Since there are still people who can't be put down, wake up as soon as possible and let him Anxious, how can you bear it?"
The people in the room listened to the words of Master Fuyi in a fog, but the sentence Luo Weiming shouldn't stop.
After Master Fuyi said these few words, he said goodbye to Luo Zhiqiu, not even using a cup of tea from the Prime Minister's residence, only said that he would go to the palace to see Emperor Xingwu.