The reborn miracle doctor used cheats, and the prince loved him

“Coptis chinensis, Anemarrhenae, and Forsythia suspensa are specialized medicines for treating pimples, and they can be used for emergency control. The dosage should be generous to save lives.

Cimicifuga and Biejia decoction is a special prescription for treating this disease. It can be used in the early stage, but many people don’t know that this prescription contains Cimicifuga, which can protect against poison and ward off plague. It also requires a large dose to be effective..."

Shen Qin's extremely hoarse voice echoed in the dark cellar. Every time he spoke a few words, he would be out of breath and need to take a breath before speaking.

He only drank the decoction once, and no one gave it to him again. Qinglong had not been seen for two days, and the other minions were also missing. They were neither given water nor food.

However, he felt relieved. It seemed that Qinglong failed to catch the big fish and was eaten by the fish instead.

As expected, Li Yunxi did not disappoint him. He was very good at dealing with these conspiracies, but he was unable to do so. He became anxious when he met a patient and fell into a trap.

Without the suppression of medicine, and without food or drink, the disease progressed rapidly. Shen Qin lay on the damp straw, breathing hard, with severe pain and fatigue all over her body. She was already terminally ill.

Thirsty, very thirsty, terribly thirsty.

The continuous fever had depleted all the moisture in his body. He felt like a salted fish waiting to be dried. It took a strong willpower to keep himself from falling into a trance.

Even so, he still taught Haoer non-stop. This may be the only thing he can do.

"Master, stop talking, save some strength and take a rest."

Hao'er cried and said that in the near-dark environment, he could not see Shen Qin clearly, and Shen Qin would not let him get close to take care of her. He could only hear the lecture voice becoming more hoarse and weak, and Hao'er's heart was as sharp as a knife.

Shen Qin was silent for a while and then spoke.

"Hao'er, my teacher wants to tell you a fact. Don't be too sad."

Hao'er covered his ears and burst out crying.

"I won't listen! Don't say that Master is a miracle doctor and a god. Master will not die."

Pressing down the sourness in her heart, Shen Qin tried her best to speak in a calm tone.

"Don't cry. Crying will consume water. You must hold on until someone saves you."

Hao'er was obedient and lowered his voice, but it could still be heard that he was covering his mouth and whimpering.

"Hao'er, everyone will die, even the medical sage is no exception. Death is not terrible, eternal life is terrible. Birth, aging, illness and death are both natural laws and a gift."

Shen Qin slowed down his voice so that he could save some energy.

Haoer burst into tears and said,

"My disciple doesn't understand what is a gift or not. I don't want to lose my master!"

Shen Qin took a few breaths and explained softly,

"If there were no birth, old age, illness and death, conservative and backward concepts would always restrict the development of new forces, and stubborn people would never withdraw from the stage of history. Humanity would not be able to achieve development and progress. The same is true for medicine, which relies on the alternation of life and death, inheritance and innovation. Developed from generation to generation.”

He paused and said again.

"So I have no complaints about death, and I don't want to be a reborn alien. You should also learn to take it lightly and let go."

Hao'er shook his head vigorously, tears flying.

"Master, don't say such things. I don't want Master to die! No!"

Shen Qin sighed softly. At Haoer's age, he understood that what he said was too far-fetched, so he couldn't bear to coax.

"Okay, I'm not dead anymore, I'm not dead anymore. Let's continue. The pimple plague is caused by the coldness of Shaoyin lying in the triple burner fat membrane, which blocks the gasification and secretly generates internal heat..."

……

I don't know when Shen Qin fell asleep while talking. He seemed to have had a long and interesting dream.

He dreamed of a paradise, where there would be no more oppression and exploitation, no famines and wars, people would be free and equal, live and work in peace and contentment, and travel everywhere on the planes, trains, and cars that Chen Yugui talked about...

He also dreamed about Li Yunxi. He was no longer an unattainable prince, but a relative who lived with him every day. What was even more funny was that he even dreamed about the guy wearing an apron and bringing out a plate from the kitchen. When a hot dish comes, she looks like a "good wife and mother."

Li Yunxi put the dishes on the table. Rong Chen, Hao'er, Chen Yugui, and Liu Qingyan gathered at his house to celebrate his birthday around the birthday cake. Everyone laughed happily, picked up the goblet in their hands, and drank red wine.

It's just that the wine tastes a bit weird, salty and fishy...

"Wake up, Master, wake up! Hao'er can't live without you!"

Hearing Hao'er's cry, Shen Qin slowly opened his eyes. With the extremely weak light coming from the gap in the cellar entrance above, he saw Hao'er with tears streaming down his face and trying to squeeze out the blood on his wrist. Pour it into your mouth.

I don't know what Hao'er used to break his wrist. It must be very painful.

Drops of moisturizing liquid flowed down his lips.

I’m so thirsty and want to drink!

The instinctive desire of the body is calling strongly.

Shen Qin still retained the last trace of reason, turned away, eyes red, and said hoarsely.

"Master, I'm fine. I'm just asleep. Stop the bleeding quickly. I won't drink your blood even if I die. Stay away from me and don't infect you."

After saying this, he coughed violently.

Hao'er cried out again. He knew that once the pimple infection infected his lungs, he would be close to death.

"Master, I know you are very thirsty. Please drink some. Please drink some!"

Holding his bleeding wrist, he begged on his knees, as if Shen Qin could win back his master's life from the King of Hell as long as he was willing to drink blood.

"Hao'er, don't be like this..."

Shen Qin's throat was choked and she could hardly speak.

At this moment, the sound of the cellar's roof being opened came from above.

"Hao'er, step back and don't speak yet."

Shen Qin knew that someone was coming and hurriedly reminded Hao'er softly, because these people didn't know that Hao'er had broken the hemp rope binding his hands.

Hao'er obeyed the order, retreated to his original position, sat on the straw, and pretended to be tied up.

Then, a dazzling white light shot down, and two minions in black jumped down.

One of them was the entourage who bought medicine last time. He wrapped his mouth and nose tightly with cloth.

"You're still alive! I thought you were dead."

The entourage looked down at Shen Qin's current appearance and couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

This is really a terrible disease.

A handsome man who was quite handsome a few days ago is now disfigured by the disease. His eye sockets are buckled, his cheeks are sunken, his lips are bloodless, his neck nodules are bulging and ulcerated, his skin is dark, and he can't even move his eyes. So flexible.

Although it is not as scary as the monster on the street, it is developing in that direction.

"Don't blame us. Although the mission is to keep you alive, the investigation outside is too strict. No one dares to go to the hospital to buy medicine for you anymore."

Shen Qin just coughed and didn't speak.

The attendant frowned anxiously.

"We traveled thousands of miles here, but now Qinglong Shi is missing, Huang Zhao's head is hanging on the city gate, and the city is sealed. The situation is getting worse and worse. Fortunately, we started digging a few days ago. The tunnel out of the city has finally been dug, but..."

At this point, the entourage was somewhat embarrassed to say it. How should I put it, he was still grateful to Shen Qin. Last time he fainted due to an illusion in Zhongmou, Shen Qin did not take the opportunity to kill him.

Shen Qin coughed twice and continued helplessly.

"But you don't want to take me, a slow-moving tuber, with you, right?"

The entourage nodded.

"At least we caught you, so we have gained something. However, the leader is very stingy. If he turns his back and refuses to admit his fault, we may not be able to get a single bounty from this operation."

Shen Qin's eyes were cold,

"So you want to chop off my head and take it back to collect the reward?"

The attendant continued to discuss with Shen Qin with a shy face.

"You said, if we seal your head in a wine jar, you shouldn't be infected."

Shen Qin sneered, "It's hard to say."

Seeing the attendant hesitate, the fat man next to him said fiercely.

"Never mind him. Wealth is gained through danger. Let's take his head back. At least the leader won't punish us."

After hearing this, the attendant turned his gaze towards Shen Qin again, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Shen Qin let out a breath of heat and said tiredly.

"Shen has nothing to say, he just wants to drink a bowl of strong wine before he dies."

"it is good!"

The attendant readily agreed, took the wine bag from his crotch, poured the spicy liquor inside into a porcelain bowl, and then placed the bowl in front of Shen Qin.

Shen Qin swayed and reluctantly stood up. Because his arms were tied behind his back, he could only kneel down and lick the food.

The fat man next to him looked down at the stretched out neck, clenching the handle of the knife in his hand, with bloodthirsty ferocity in his eyes.

He took a breath, took out the three-foot-long sword, raised it high, and slashed at the neck.

"Master!"

Haoer screamed in horror.