When Dr. Kuang finished speaking, the expressions of everyone in the wing changed instantly.
Fortunately, Doctor Xia was calm and hurriedly said: "This old gentleman, Lord Hou, he is not the poison at the moment."
"What does this mean?" Doctor Kuang was puzzled.
Doctor Xia then spit out the poisonous wine Mu Zhiming drank. After that, his body recovered. How could he tell Doctor Kuang about the inexplicable sudden attack today: "This is also the reason why Lord Hou did not die suddenly although the cold scorpion venom attacked, I think this is the case. There should still be a solution to the poison!"
"It's really a strange poison, it's really weird." Doctor Kuang scratched his beard anxiously, "I don't know what Li Zhu Po ate when it developed?"
Fu Ji'an replied, "I drank half a cup of Mingqian Longjing, but I also drank it, and I am safe and sound."
"Longjing before the Ming Dynasty? This is a royal tribute tea, so it shouldn't be." Dr. Kuang was confused.
He leaned over to check Mu Zhiming's physical condition on the bed again, and said, "The most important thing now is to hang Li Zhu's breath! What medicine did you give him before?"
Doctor Xia hurriedly shared the herbs used in the prescription he prescribed with Doctor Kuang.
Dr. Kuang took out the silver needle from the medicine box, and while burning it with a candle, he said, "Add another dollar of comfrey, and another dollar of black ginseng. The medicine pot is filled with water, and it is fried for a quarter of an hour!"
Xia Wu immediately ran out of the wing to decoct medicine.
Doctor Kuang: "I will try to use a silver needle to force the poison out of Li Zhu's body. If he can do it, he will be able to live."
Because the silver needle pierced the acupoints to force the poison, there was no mistake, and there was a great need for tranquility. Everyone was afraid of disturbing Doctor Kuang, so they all left the wing, leaving only Gu Heyan to help.
Dr. Kuang untied Mu Zhiming's clothes, leaving his upper body naked, and then asked Gu Heyan to hug him up and sit up, holding his breath, he slowly inserted the silver needles into Mu Zhiming's chest and abdomen, which was very difficult. Dr. Kuang was sweating on his temples.
After about a stick of incense, when the eleventh silver needle entered the acupoint on his left chest, Mu Zhiming's eyelids trembled slightly, his fingertips curled up, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood on the bed and coughed violently.
"It's done!" Dr. Kuang was ecstatic, and quickly took away the silver needle from Mu Zhiming's body: "General Gu, you take care of Li Zhu for a while, I'll go and see how the medicine is fried." Run out of the room.
Gu Heyan carefully supported Mu Zhiming to lie down, and wiped his blood-stained mouth and chin with a wet towel with warm water.
Mu Zhiming shouted vaguely, "He Yan..."
"I'm here." Gu Heyan held his hand and responded.
Mu Zhiming was still very weak, and he said a sentence intermittently: "... He Yan, I feel a little... pain... "
A few words, like a dull knife, stabbed into Gu Heyan's body, cruelly twisting and rubbing his internal organs.
Gu Heyan took Mu Zhiming's palm and stroked it on his cheek, his eyes flushed, and he whispered, "You are suffering."
Mu Zhiming turned his head to look at him and smiled reluctantly: "You... don't be afraid... I'm fine... "
Dr. Kuang rushed into the wing with a bowl of steaming medicine: "General Gu, help Li Zhu up."
Gu Heyan hurriedly followed suit.
"Kuang...cough cough, Doctor Kuang." Mu Zhiming leaned against Gu Heyan's arms, struggling to identify the person, and called.
"Stop talking, drink the medicine quickly." Doctor Kuang put the bowl to Mu Zhiming's lips and poured him the medicine.
Mu Zhiming took two sips and choked.
Dr. Kuang said anxiously: "Drink! How old are you, you still vomit medicine!"
Mu Zhiming was stunned, and said weakly, "Doctor Kuang... I... I want to drink it too, but this medicine is so hot, you pour it like this, I... I didn't get poisoned, but you choked to death first. …”
Dr. Kuang: "Okay, I can joke around, and I'm still in good spirits."
Gu Heyan reached for the medicine bowl: "I'll do it."
Dr. Kuang put the medicine bowl in Gu Heyan's hand: "Then I will trouble the general here. I will go to tell Duke Yan of Li Zhu's injury. The people outside are still in a hurry." After speaking, he got up and left.
Gu Heyan held the bowl of steaming medicine, lowered his head and blew it for a long time, then put it next to Mu Zhiming's mouth, and fed a little bit, seeing that he was about to cough, he quickly took it away: "Is it still hot?"
Mu Zhiming rested his head on his chest, sighed, and said softly, "It's not hot, it's bitter..."
Gu Heyan: "After you finish drinking, I'll buy you sweet-scented osmanthus cake."
"I don't want osmanthus cake." Mu Zhiming: "I want you to accompany me..."
Gu Heyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he kissed his blue silk: "Okay."
Dr. Kuang walked out of the wing and said to the people who were looking at him outside the door: "Li Zhu is fine for now."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Gong Shi lowered his head and choked out, his eyes swollen like walnuts from crying.
Dr. Kuang found Xia Wu and asked him about the symptoms of Mu Zhiming's poisoning last time.
In the summer, I talked to Dr. Kuang all the time.
Doctor Kuang sighed, "It's really the same as today."
Mu Boren asked, "Brother Kuang, why did the poison suddenly flare up when he was already fully recovered?"
Dr. Kuang: "This is the trouble, we all thought that the residual poison had been cleared, how do we know that the cold scorpion poison is hidden deep in Li Zhu's internal organs, and when an opportunity arises, it can be poisoned at any time!! Great luck, who knows what the third and fourth times will be like!"
"What!?" Mu Boren exclaimed, "How can this be good?"
Doctor Kuang: "I can't have children now, so I can only take care of Li Zhu's body first, and then make plans."
Fu Ji'an: "Doctor Kuang, my brother suddenly became poisoned today. Could it be related to the Mingqian Longjing he was drinking?"
Dr. Kuang handed over his hands: "I have to check, and ask His Royal Highness King Xian to give me all the remaining tea leaves."
"Okay." Fu Ji'an nodded, bid farewell to Duke Yan and others, and returned to the mansion to order someone to deliver the tea to Dr. Kuang's residence.
Mu Zhiming's poisonous outbreak was the same as last time, and it was aggressive, but after checking the pulse, he could not detect the poisonous residue in his body, and his body was getting better day by day.
He fell ill within three months of taking office as a new official.
In the blink of an eye, frost falls, and the daytime and autumn clouds are scattered far away.
In Mu Mansion, where Mu Zhiming lives in Biwuyuan, in the wing, Mu Zhiming was sitting on the bed, and Doctor Kuang took his pulse.
Dr. Kuang stroked his beard: "Yes, after two months of raising, the pulse is stable now, but it should not be careless. The medicine to replenish the body must continue to be taken."
Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Okay, Dr. Kuang is cured by medicine, thank you for your life-saving grace."
Dr. Kuang waved his hand: "What kind of medicine is enough to cure the disease, the residual poison in your body is not clear, and you may die at any time, and what's worse, I don't know why it will happen, I have not found the tea leaves that His Royal Highness gave me. Any clues, hey…”
Mu Zhiming: "Don't worry, Doctor Kuang, don't you think I'm alive and kicking now?"
"You're optimistic." Dr. Kuang stroked his gray beard, "Alright, always being troubled by melancholy is not good for your body to recover. Then you have a good rest, I'm leaving."
Mu Zhiming bowed to Doctor Bie Kuang, and not long after, another person knocked on the door lightly.
The person here is Cai Wei.
Her belly was bulging and she looked like she was three months pregnant.
"Sister Caiwei." Mu Zhiming got up quickly and wanted to help her, "Why are you here? You are pregnant, so be careful."
"It's okay, you lie down." Caiwei stepped forward a few steps, pressed his shoulders to stop him from getting up, and sat down on the side of the bed, "Master..."
Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Sister Caiwei, now you are my righteous sister, why do you still call me that?"
Cai Weidao followed with a smile: "It's been a habit for so many years, and you can't change it all at once, how is your body?"
"Very good." Mu Zhiming said.
"Really?" Cai Wei said, "I went to say hello to Madam earlier. Seeing Madam's sad face, I thought I was worried about your affairs and thought you were very ill."
Mu Zhiming said: "People are right in front of you, full of energy, where are you seriously ill, sister Caiwei, you can take care of your baby, don't worry about these trivial things."
Seeing that he didn't seem to be seriously ill, Caiwei sighed: "I can only rest assured if I come to see you in person. By the way, what about A Yin? Why can't I see others?"
Mu Zhiming: "Ayin caught a thief and broke his leg."
"What?" Cai Wei was surprised, "Ayin okay?!"
Mu Zhiming: "It's okay, someone is taking care of him."
"One or two of you, have you run into some evil spirits recently? It's not going well." Caiwei shook her head helplessly, "In a few days, I'll go to the temple and pay homage to the two of you!"
The two were talking about family affairs, and a servant knocked on the door to enter, carrying a bowl of medicine, and gently placed it on the table: "Master, put the medicine here."
Mu Zhiming nodded: "Okay."
The slaves saluted and exited the wing.
Caiwei wondered: "Why doesn't she serve you and drink medicine? Even if you don't live in Mu Mansion often, the people who serve you can't be ignorant of these rules?"
Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Sister Caiwei, you misunderstood, it's not that they don't serve, it's..."
Before he could finish speaking, a man strode into the wing with great strides.
It was Gu Heyan who came.
Caiwei understood in an instant, she pursed her lips and smiled, bowed to Gu Heyan, got up and left the wing, and closed the door firmly as she left.
Gu Heyan picked up the medicine bowl on the table, sat beside the bed, lowered his eyes and stirred gently with a porcelain spoon to wait for it to cool.
Mu Zhiming said, "He Yan, just now, Doctor Kuang came to take my pulse, saying that my pulse is stable and my body is fine."
Gu Heyan: "Yes."
Mu Zhiming: "Don't worry, look at you, the eyes are dark blue, I feel very distressed." He stretched out his hand, stroked Gu Heyan's profile, and touched Gu Heyan's lower eyelid with his fingertips. Very light as a dragonfly.
"Okay, don't worry." Gu Heyan turned his head and kissed Mu Zhiming's palm, then lowered his head and scooped up a spoonful of medicine and fed it to Mu Zhiming's mouth, "Drink the medicine, it's cold."
Mu Zhiming: "I don't drink it." After speaking, his mouth was tightly closed.
Gu Heyan: "...?"
Mu Zhiming: "If you don't feed me, I won't drink."
Gu Heyan: "...??"
General Gu looked blankly at his hand holding the porcelain spoon.
He is feeding.
Mu Zhiming rolled his eyes: "It's not like this."
Gu Heyan: "How do you want me to feed?"
Mu Zhiming joked: "General Gu, take a guess."
Gu Heyan: "..."
He thought hard for a moment, and suddenly blessing came to his heart.
It's just that this thought was too frivolous, making Gu Heyan unsure. He raised his head and looked at Mu Zhiming hesitantly, but saw the latter's sly smile, and the depths of his eyes were full of teasing pleasure.
Gu Heyan: "..."
Gu Heyan brought the medicine bowl to his lips, took a mouthful, then stretched out his hand to wrap Mu Zhiming's neck and pressed it towards him, his lips pressed against his.