When An Changqing came out of the hospital, she almost thought that she was living a new life. She was too suspicious. In fact, her biological mother in her last life really died of illness, and there was no strange conspiracy behind it.
He went to several famous medical clinics in Yejing, but he didn't get anything. An Changqing sat in the carriage and pondered for a while, and felt that since he came here, he still had to have a beginning and an end, so he said to the coachman, "Go to Yongle. lane."
Yongle Alley is the most remote alley in Xifang City. The last hospital An Changqing was looking for was hidden in the innermost alley.
This hospital is much smaller than the previous ones, and it mostly serves the common people. According to An Changqing's inquiries, this hospital doesn't even have a serious name, only a doctor with a quirky temper. But I heard that the doctor is very skilled in medicine, but all the patients he has treated have been cured by medicine.
The carriage came to the entrance of Yongle Alley and stopped. This alley is extremely narrow, with residential houses on both sides, the street is backed by the sun, and there is almost no sunlight.
"Princess, the carriage can't get in." An Fu went down and glanced at it, hesitantly said, "Is there really a medical center here?"
Without him, this alley looks very dilapidated. The houses on both sides are short and mottled. Even if the general medical clinic is not on the street, it can't hide in this alley, right? It's panic, where would anyone dare to see a doctor
An Changqing was also a little hesitant, but he thought that he had come, and it was not too short of a few steps. He got off the carriage and said, "Go ahead and have a look."
The car door was waiting at the entrance of the alley, and An Changqing brought An Fu in.
When the two walked to the end of the alley, they saw that there was indeed a door there. Above the red lacquer mottled door hung a white cloth with the words "Medical Center" written in ink.
It really doesn't even have a proper name.
An Fu hurried forward to knock on the door. The alley was quiet and the echoes were loud. An Fu knocked several times, but no one answered the door. Instead, the old red lacquered wooden door creaked and opened halfway by itself. An Fu was taken aback and looked back at An Changqing in confusion.
"Go in and have a look." An Changqing frowned slightly and walked in over him.
The inside is not big, a small yard, no flowers and plants, but a lot of herbs that grow in winter, and further inside, is the lobby of the clinic. An Changqing raised his voice and asked again: "Is there anyone here?"
The voice fell for a while, and then a lazy voice came out of nowhere: "Who is it? I have a rest today, and I won't see a doctor."
An Changqing bowed his hands and said politely: "It won't take up too much time, sir, just ask him to read a prescription."
He stuck his head out from behind the medicine cabinet in the lobby, and it was vaguely a middle-aged man with a beard. He stretched out a slap, swayed both sides, and said slowly, "You can see it, but I'll give you ten taels of silver first."
An Fu was dissatisfied: "Even the doctor of De Ren Tang would not dare to ask for this price!"
"Is it too expensive?" The middle-aged man laughed and said, "Then why don't you go to Deren Tang to see a doctor? Rich people see a doctor here, all at the same price! Love it or not!"
An Fu choked, blushing and staring at him.
On the other hand, An Changqing's expression remained unchanged, he took out ten taels of silver and walked over, placing the prescription on the counter and saying, "Please take a look, sir."
The middle-aged man turned his head at will, and when he saw An Changqing's face, his eyes flashed slightly, he turned his wheelchair and came out from behind the medicine cabinet, and looked at An Changqing unceremoniously.
An Changqing frowned slightly, patiently: "Sir?"
The middle-aged man regained his senses, glanced at the prescription, and grinned: "I don't want the money, you let me paint a portrait."
"Anti-God Evil God"
"Sir, don't joke around." An Changqing's brows furrowed even tighter. When he arrived, he knew that this doctor was eccentric. He had already prepared for it, but now this man's request was too rude.
Just as he was about to refuse, he heard him say again: "No one can see the problem with your prescription, right?"
An Changqing paused: "...Yes."
"You asked me to draw a picture. I'll tell you how to detoxify." The middle-aged man tapped on the table, his eyes fixed on his face, and he never left.
"Detoxification? Is this recipe really poisonous?" An Changqing was startled, and his face turned pale.
The other party refused to say more, and knocked on the table: "Portrait."
An Changqing took a deep breath, thinking about the importance of her mother's body, biting her cheeks, resisting being offended and asking, "What are you doing for me, sir?"
"Of course it's a collection." He smiled: "I have always loved to collect pictures of beautiful women. They look as good-looking as the little son, but they are rare."
An Changqing lowered her eyes and considered it for a while, thinking that the previous medical clinics said that the prescription was no problem, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "Tell me what's going on with this prescription first."
The middle-aged man turned the wheelchair, went around the counter to his side, leaned in to An Changqing and sniffed carefully, and said, "This recipe is fine..."
An Changqing was about to change his face, but he heard him say again: "But if it is combined with the fragrance of the flowers on your body, it will become poison. Where have you been in the past three days?"
"Qianzhongjin?" An Changqing recalled it again, thinking of the unknown flower behind Lanhong Garden that bloomed wonderfully in winter: "Is it a lavender, six-petaled flower with a stem about two feet high. One year Flowers in all seasons?"
"That's right." The middle-aged man said: "Qianzhongjin is called a flower, and it is actually medicine. There is a medicine in this prescription, which is in conflict with the medicinal properties of Qianzhongjin. It will not appear on weekdays, but if the Qianzhongjin is blooming , the medicinal properties will increase, and the person taking the medicine will smell the fragrance of flowers or come into contact with pollen, which will aggravate the toxicity. Few people know the medicinal properties of Qianzhongjin, and ordinary people will only think that it is another disease."
An Changqing remembered that this time back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, the Qianzhongjin behind Lanhong Garden was really driving very well. This kind of flower was planted everywhere in the prime minister's residence. He only thought that An Zhike or Mrs. Li liked this kind of flower, but he never thought that there was a murderous intention hidden in it.
It's just that I don't know who did it... An Zhike doesn't know.
The fingers hanging on his side clenched slightly, An Changqing tried his best to calm down, and calmly asked: "Sir, is there a way to heal?"
"Of course..." The middle-aged man said, "But let me finish the portrait first."
This time, An Changqing didn't fidget. Now that he has spoken about the problem with the prescription, he knows how to detoxify it somewhat. Detoxification of the biological mother is naturally much more important than painting a portrait.
"Okay." An Changqing said cheerfully: "Where do you want to paint, sir? Can you come back with me for a few days after painting? If you can cure my mother's illness, I would like to thank you."
The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Shut up first and sit in the courtyard."
"..." An Changqing had no choice but to sit down on a chair in the courtyard. The man took out a small copper bell from his sleeve and shook it. Not long after, a child brought painting tools over. The man stopped talking and took a picture of An Changqing seriously.
This painting took nearly half an hour. It was cold in winter, the yard was open-air, and the cold wind was howling. An Changqing didn't even have a hand stove to warm his hands. By the time the portrait was completed, his face was already pale.
As soon as the man closed the pen, An Fu hurriedly shoved the stove into his arms, An Changqing's teeth chattered up and down, and said, "Can you go back with me, sir?"
The man was about to answer when his expression suddenly changed, and he turned his wheelchair and stepped back: "What are you doing here?"
This was obviously not said to An Changqing. An Changqing turned around strangely and saw a familiar tall figure walking towards the door.
Xiao Zhige was also stunned when he saw him, but when he saw his hands that were purple from the cold, his eyes narrowed, then he took off his big cloak and put it on him naturally: "Wear more when you go out."
With his body temperature still on the cloak, An Changqing shrank his neck, rubbed the fur collar of the cloak, and gave a nasal "um".
The middle-aged man opened his mouth wide like a ghost, looked at Xiao Zhige and then at An Changqing, his eyes almost fell, he rolled his eyes a few times, and said, "You two know each other?"
"An Changqing, my princess."
"Hu Zifei, the military doctor of Yun Hao's army."
Xiao Zhige briefly introduced the two of them, his eyes fell on the painting that he hadn't had time to put away, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "What is this?"
Hu Zifei moved quickly and wanted to collect the painting, but in the end he was a step too slow, and Xiao Zhige cut Hu halfway and took the painting into his hands.
"Do you still know how to draw?" Xiao Zhige opened the painting and took a closer look. He looked at Hu Zifei coldly, his voice was extremely heavy, and people who were familiar with his temperament, such as Hu Zifei, immediately heard it, this person was angry .
But he still didn't give up and wanted to fight for it: "This princess gave me the consultation fee." As he went to see An Changqing, he winked hard, and his tone was much more polite: "Princess, are you right?"
An Changqing rolled his eyes, glanced at the man beside him, blinked innocently at him, and smiled without saying a word.
Hu Zifei pulled his face: "Then I won't watch it."
Xiao Zhige glanced at him blankly, put away the portrait properly, and said to the door, "Iron Tiger."
Immediately outside the door, there was a full-bodied response, and a big man as strong as an iron tower walked in, cupping his hands and waiting for the command: "General."
"Take the person away." Xiao Zhige's chin nodded slightly, Tie Hu immediately understood, strode over, picked up Hu Zifei with the chair and walked out, smiling politely in his mouth: "Hu Junyi, The general has an order, please bear with me."
Hu Zifei: "..." I bah!
An Changqing was stunned to watch Xiao Zhige kidnap the man so domineeringly, and after reacting, he whispered, "Is this okay?"
Xiao Zhige looked down at him, closed the cloak for him, and said, "He owes me a favor."
After a while, he added: "Tell me next time."
An Changqing didn't react for a while. He took him a few steps forward, and then he gradually realized that this person was saying that next time he had something to tell him. Then he thought of this man coming back from the camp outside the city, but he came here to kidnap the man before returning to the palace. Mostly because of his mother's illness, he was going to come over and ask Hu Zifei to come over.
Warming her heart, An Changqing held his hand back and followed him with frowning eyes: "I'll tell you first next time."