After rebirth, the domineering empress chased her husband

after an hour.

My uncle asked someone to bring the medicine making tools.

My uncle was walking in front, and several people behind him were carrying a stove.

Not big, not small.

The four of them carried it effortlessly.

Leng Hanyan glanced at him and then looked at Qingya.

"Is this a furnace for making medicine?"

Qingya sat on the chair and Xiao Tianling stood behind her.

Two servants stood on his left and right.

Qingya clenched her hands tightly, her face was very calm, but there was a hint of unnaturalness between her brows.

Seeing her hesitation, Leng Hanyan also figured out something.

ask.

"Patriarch, why don't you just speak frankly."

Qingya looked up and stared at her.

There was a lot of confusion in his eyes.

"Indeed, the medicine is ready, and the prescription is also there. However, the person who made the medicine in the valley has lost the tradition over the past thousands of years. I am afraid that, alas! I should have told you earlier. But seeing how eager you are to save the child, I really can't bear to say it."

Listening to her words, Leng Hanyan's hopeful face gradually froze, his eyes fixed, and his face looked ashen.

Seeing that her expression was not right, Qingya said hurriedly.

"But don't jump to conclusions. Methods are created by humans, and I believe you can create your own, too. Really."

Upon hearing this, Leng Hanyan's eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes, the method is what people think of."

At this time, my uncle ordered people to put the stove in an open place.

Leng Hanyan walked over and started walking around the stove.

At this time, people in the valley heard that someone was trying to develop an antidote for the psychedelic flower.

A group of people came running to watch.

I saw Leng Hanyan circling around the stove.

Everyone became curious.

Someone in the crowd said:

"How could a middle-aged woman like her develop a recipe and method that has been lost by our ancestors?"

"I think it's probably a trick. I'm a great doctor in the valley, but I can't figure it out. How can a woman like him do it?"

"I don't think so. After all, the world outside is bigger than ours. Maybe there really is a magic formula out there."

Leng Hanyan was still sitting by the stove, thinking hard.

Nan Jiu was no longer calm.

Come to her side.

"Wife, why don't we just forget about it? There are so many medicines. Even if we know how to make the pills, without the right prescription, we might take the wrong medicine, which could be fatal. Wife, let's just forget about it!"

He then stared at her.

After all, the error rate is very low. If you lose your daughter, you can still have a new one. What if one of the couple dies of hunger?

Anyone who lives alone will be in excruciating pain.

After Nan Jiu finished speaking, everyone stared at Leng Hanyan, waiting for her answer.

Leng Hanyan just took a look, said nothing, and continued to immerse herself in her own thoughts.

A group of people listened to Nan Jiu's persuasion.

Staring helplessly.

Shaking his head.

Helpless.

"Young man, your wife is so stubborn! I've looked at the medicine, and the Gnaphalium in it is very deadly. If you take it, you'll be in great danger. You're really risking your life, young man."

"Yeah... if the girl can't figure it out, the worst that can happen is that you just give birth to a child. Why do you have to end your life?"

"I remember that in the past, an old doctor in our clan died because of his research on the antidote. He spent his entire life researching but never figured it out, and even lost his life. Miss, please be careful."

Nan Jiu listened to the persuasion, his eyes fixed on his wife in front of him.

I saw her walking faster and faster with her head down.

One hand was spread out, and the other hand was clenched into a fist and kept beating the palm.

He kept circling around the medicine furnace.

The pace was so fast that Nanbeijiu could hardly keep up.

Seeing that something was wrong, he grabbed her wrist.

"Han Yan, wake up, please wake up. I know you are anxious to save the child, but please don't push yourself. Calm down first. There will definitely be a way."

Nan Jiu spoke earnestly.

Leng Hanyan was immersed in her own thoughts and couldn't extricate herself.

He continued to slap his palms.

"Snapped,"

"Snapped."

"Snapped."

Seeing this situation, everyone made sounds of surprise.

"Oh my god, this woman is crazy."

"It seems that he is not mentally normal."

"At this rate, it's probably impossible to develop an antidote."

My palms turned red from clapping.

I didn't see any trace of pain on her face.

Nanjiu shouted louder and louder.

Leng Hanyan was still immersed in her own thoughts.

Nan Jiu suddenly grabbed her hand, turned around and returned to Nan Jiu's arms.

He hugged tightly.

He held her head on his shoulders.

"Wife, please don't be like this, even if the child dies, I'll still be with you, right? Why force yourself? I beg you, please wake up. Please. We've gone through half a lifetime of suffering to get together. If you leave me, how can I live alone in the future?"

He held her tightly, not daring to let go, for fear that if he did, she would continue to slap her palms hard, as if she wanted to break her hands.

No matter how he tried to persuade her, Leng Hanyan seemed as if her soul was pulled out of her body. Her hands were restrained and unable to move, but her mouth was still moving, incomparably.

His eyes were staring straight ahead, without moving.

A group of people stared and sighed.

"I think your wife is possessed by evil spirits and suddenly she is not in her right mind. It doesn't look good at first glance. Let me take her pulse."

"Yes, let our old doctor take a look at her! In this case, she needs to be treated quickly."

"In this case, only the old doctor can cure it."

Nan Jiu listened and patted her back to comfort her.

He glanced at the old doctor, who was wearing a square hat, had regular features that showed the vicissitudes of time, had a black beard on his chin that formed a triangle, and was dressed in the unique clothing of the valley.

A small bamboo basket was hung around his waist.

There were some scattered herbs in it.

The doctor was waiting for his response.

"Okay, thank you very much."

Nan Jiu looked at him and thought he really looked like a good guy.

Of course, it is out of gratitude in my heart.

The doctor approached.

He was about to raise his hand to press the acupoint on Leng Hanyan's wrist.

Suddenly Leng Hanyan's whole body went limp and she fell into Nan Jiu's arms.

"Wife,"

"Wife, wife."

Nan Jiu was completely anxious.

"Great doctor, great doctor, please help me, quickly."

The great doctor felt the patient's pulse, stretched out a hand, and stroked his dense, grass-like beard.

Think for a moment.

He said slowly: "Your wife's qi and blood are attacking her heart. She needs to be rested and recuperated. Wait for me to prepare a prescription for calming her mind and she will wake up."

After listening to this, Nan Jiu's emotions gradually calmed down. He picked up Leng Hanyan and carried her horizontally, and walked towards the room where his daughter slept.

Behind.

"Don't you find it strange? He fell down suddenly. Could it be that he was hit?"

The righteous woman was about to say it.

The man next to him shouted harshly.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Nan Jiu took the words into his ears.

Look back and stare in the direction of the voice.

A middle-aged man immediately glanced at the patriarch.

Nan Jiu's expression didn't show any emotion, and he didn't ask any more questions.

The patriarch sat on the chair, responding to Nan Jiu's inquiring gaze.

She was calm and composed, very composed.

There was even a slightly worried look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, the doctor just said it's nothing serious, just rest and it will be fine."

There was no expression on Nan Jiu's cold face.

No response either.

Instead, he turned around and went back to his room.