It is certain that the medicine will cure the disease, but it must be combined with traditional Chinese medicine - acupuncture. The old man took out long and thin silver needles and pierced them into each of Fenghuang's acupuncture points. When others saw this scene, they couldn't help but hold their breath. It seemed that if he breathed heavily or the old man shook his hands, Phoenix would die. But in fact, the old man's technique is steady, and the words "fast, accurate and ruthless" don't necessarily have to describe martial arts, and medical skills can also be used. After half an incense stick, the old man removed the silver needle, sterilized it with water, put it into the needle cloth and inserted it. There is no pressure in the eyes looking at Yang Tingjing: "Cao Min's diagnosis and treatment have been completed."
"My lord... my lord..." After following Yang Tingjing for a while, Li Xiangren also understands some accidents of outsiders, but the master is arrogant and not good at expressing. I was also very anxious, lest the lord would not believe me, so I explained: "My lord, my master is the owner of the Valley of the Medicine Kings, he is skilled in medicine, and there has never been anyone he dared not treat or could not cure!"
"Master Gu worked hard to come here for treatment for his wife, Chu Ge, take the distinguished guests down to rest." Yang Tingjing nodded to show that he understood, and then looked at Li Xiangren: "You go to rest too."
"Yes!" Li Xiangren saluted and left behind the old man. After the three of them left completely, Yang Tingjing stood up and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, but his movements suddenly stopped. Smelling the stench forced out by the silver needle, everyone in the room was driven away by Yang Tingjing. For some things, he is more willing to do it himself, such as taking care of Phoenix. Because watching her like this can only make my heart bitter, but taking care of her myself has a little bit of sweetness intertwined. She was still around, even if she didn't wake up, that was the only consolation.
Yang Tingjing cleaned the bruises on the ground, washed Fenghuang again, and then looked at her quietly. Fenghuang's pretty face was pale, and she who was once calm in her sleep showed every inch of frailty. The condition hurts and is appalling. All Yang Tingjing can do is wait.
But at this time, in his sleep, Fenghuang was enduring a lot of suffering, cold sweat swept his body, and the next moment, a heat wave rushed over. The alternation of hot and cold tortured her soul. It seems to be to reflect the benefits brought by the effect of the medicine. Every time there is a wave of torture, the body will feel a lot more comfortable, although this kind of comfort will usher in the next more violent impact. Endless, do not know when it will end.
Fenghuang gritted his teeth and frowned, even in his dreams it was painful. I want to open my eyes, but I can't. Escaping has also become even more difficult. Everything in the dream is difficult to control with thinking, and can only be resisted with instinct. It seems that it is an established picture, but it is expressed in the mind again in the form of a dream in a different form. Otherwise, why would she feel so powerless. Even struggling like a clown, everything is invisible.
Yang Tingjing took the trouble to wipe Fenghuang's cold sweat again and again, fearing that she would bite her tongue, so she stuffed her fingers into it. He could feel how painful she was. Yang Tingjing, who noticed this, couldn't help but smile slightly, happy for her wit.
The willows outside the window are deeper and longer, especially when the weak wind blows, the wicker is like the long hair of a female ghost, fluttering and fluttering with the wind, causing every passerby to tremble with fear. Afraid of being entangled by it, it was chilly, imagining that it would slap on the body, and it would feel pain.
This willow plant was brought in when the princess entered the mansion. With such a clamoring posture now, the princess will be safe and sound! Someone thought so. Another servant girl seemed to see her thoughts, stretched out her hand to break a willow stick and said with a smile: "How do you know this is not the end of a crossbow."
The man was so frightened that he quickly covered her mouth, and then hurriedly looked around, seeing that no one heard him, he let out a sigh of relief, patted his chest, raised his eyes and stared at her: "Do you know that these words are outrageous! "
"That's right, we slaves don't need to worry about the master's affairs, and you don't have to frown like this." The little girl pinched her face and pulled a smile on her face.
"That's because you just entered the mansion, and you don't know how good the princess is!" She retorted without thinking.
"Just do what you should do, not to mention hearing that the owner of the Medicine King Valley is here, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to die." The little girl said it lightly, but it scared the listeners to death.
"Xiao Yi, you always talk like this, you might be executed one day." She opened her eyes with fear, as if she felt that the scene was too horrible, and her whole back curled up.
"That's fate, let's not talk about it. Let's send the medicine."
"good."
Before I knew it, it was getting late. The moonlight hadn't gone out yet, but the lights in the Seventh Prince's Mansion were dimmed, and the room of Princess Tuliu was still on. They were accompanied by a group of guards standing outside the door. Fenghuang was still struggling in his dream, as if there were rocks engraved in his heart one by one, but he couldn't grasp the pain with his hands. There is also dryness and pain in the corners of the eyes, but I can't open them, as if sand has flowed into the corners of the eyes.
When feeling a strong crisis, the consciousness wakes up first, but the body can't keep up with the rhythm. You will feel that your eyes are extremely sleepy, you can't open them, and you can only passively accept everything in the dream.
Phoenix was dreaming, and she knew it was so. In the dream, there is a huge phoenix with a pair of colorful wings, soaring in the sky, like an eagle, with one wing, it can cover the sky and block out the sun. The big phoenix's attribute is fire, but he has strong malice towards her, and has been neighing and screaming at her. Spit out several fireballs and hit her, Fenghuang could only escape the attack of the fireballs by instinct.
There is an ancient saying, "It's born from the same root, why is it too urgent to fight each other?" If it wasn't for the premature timing, Fenghuang really wanted to sigh like this, "The same kind can kill each other!" Sloppy, dodging another blow by rolling the knocking stone. His palms were already sweating, the speed of Dafenghuang was really too fast.
The strength of the two is like that between the cloud and the mud. The phoenix is hard to beat and has already shown its defeat. What's more, her body is weak. Such a high-intensity dream will not be long before it will be shattered due to lack of physical strength.
As if sensing Phoenix's crisis, Yang Tingjing wiped the sweat off her head while holding her hand, giving her warmth. Fenghuang's body was already icy cold at this moment. However, in the dream at this time, because Fenghuang really didn't have the strength to deal with the big Fenghuang who would never feel tired, he was hit by a fireball without realizing it, and the pain spread all over his body, which woke her up immediately.
He suddenly opened his eyes from sleep, and what he saw was Yang Tingjing's face, his heart suddenly warmed up, and the hanging heart gradually let go. Fenghuang smiled slightly when he opened his mouth, his words were dry but distressing: "I'm fine."