Alien Arms Dealer

Xiao Cheng helped the bed and walked down, his legs were trembling constantly, he had already scolded Mo Ziqing for eighteen generations in his heart, and at the same time he spurned himself, that kid pretended to be sorry for himself, but his heart softened, and he stumbled through the ages Hate!

"Is anyone there?" Xiao Cheng called out the door.

"What orders does Pavilion Master Xiao have?" A servant outside the door responded.

"Please, brother, bring me a bucket of water!"

"Yes!"

After a while, the Song family's servants boiled hot water and brought it in.

Xiao Cheng endured the discomfort all over his body, and was about to take off his clothes to take a bath, but at this moment there was a knock on the door.

"Pavilion Master Xiao, are you there?" It was Song Qiwen's voice.

Xiao Cheng paused his undressed hand and said, "Yes!"

"Ahem, then...can I come in?"

"come in!"

After Song Qiwen came in, he saw the big bucket of steaming hot water in the room, he was slightly taken aback, and said awkwardly, "I don't think I came at the right time..."

"It doesn't matter! Sovereign Song must be looking for me at this time, there must be something important!"

"En." Song Qiwen nodded, pulled a chair and sat down, "The chief doctor of Pavilion Xiao, I have tapped enough people, when will Pavilion Master Xiao go back?"

Mo Ziqing followed in at last, just in time to hear this, and said displeasedly: "Cousin, how can you do this? Ah Cheng is like this now, how can he hurry?"

Song Qiheng glared at him angrily, "Who caused Pavilion Master Xiao to do this? Is it my fault?"

Mo Ziqing: "..."

Xiao Cheng got angry when he saw Mo Ziqing, pointed at him and said, "Get out!"

"Ah Cheng……"

"I told you to get out!"

"Okay! I'll go out, Ah Cheng, don't be angry, your health will be bad if you get angry!" Mo Ziqing walked out of the room disheartened.

After Mo Ziqing went out, Xiao Cheng's face softened a lot, "Song Zongzhu, I think the sooner the suppressive drugs are made, the better! How about this, I will take them back to Mingdu after taking a bath, what does Song Zongzhu think?"

"I also think that the sooner this matter is done, the better!"

"Then it's decided!"

After Xiao Cheng took a bath and had some lunch, Mo Ziqing came a few more times, but he kicked him out mercilessly.

Song Qiwen called together some well-qualified doctors from the Song family. Xiao Cheng counted them, and there were 70 of them, most of whom were young, which surprised Xiao Cheng.It is generally believed that older doctors have qualifications and high medical skills, so when hiring a doctor, they like to hire those older people.

As if seeing Xiao Cheng's doubts, Song Qiwen said to him: "Most of the doctors in my Song family are young people. Although they are young, their medical skills are still good. Pavilion Master Xiao, don't worry!"

Xiao Cheng laughed, "I don't mean anything else, I'm just wondering, why are the doctors in the Song family so young?"

Song Qiwen smiled, "In fact, the level of medical skills has nothing to do with age. Young people are not necessarily inferior to older people, right? Besides, those older people are more rigid and don't know how to adapt. How can such people improve their medical skills? "

"Song Zongzhu is right!" Xiao Cheng fully agreed with Song Qiwen's statement.It's not that the older you are, the higher the standards are. Some older old men, with dim eyesight, can't even see things clearly, and even give people acupuncture and medicine, and they are not afraid to cure people of their problems.

After getting ready, Xiao Cheng was about to take people away, when the manager of the Song family hurried over and shouted anxiously: "Zong... Sovereign! It's not good! It's not good!"

Song Qiwen saw that his head was sweating and his face was full of anxiety, so he couldn't help asking, "Tell me slowly, what happened?"

"Second...Second Young Master is sick!"

Song Qiwen breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "I thought it was such a big deal! This kid has rarely been sick since he was a child, and now he is so old, it's really rare!"

Hearing Song Qiwen's teasing words, the Song family steward shouted anxiously: "Sect Master, Second Young Master is really sick!"

"Okay, okay! I got it! Just ask someone to show him!"

"Those people can't see the Second Young Master's condition! That's why the subordinates came here to find you. I hope you will keep these doctors first, and it won't be too late for them to leave after seeing the Second Young Master's medical treatment!"

Xiao Cheng hurriedly said: "Sovereign Song, since the Second Young Master is sick, let these people see him first, it's fine if I leave later!"

Xiao Cheng felt strange, Song Qiheng was fine yesterday, why did he suddenly get sick today?The weather was not cold yesterday...

Xiao Cheng followed Song Qiwen and the others to Song Qiheng's residence, and when they entered the courtyard, they met Mo Ziqing.Xiao Cheng was angry when he saw him, but seeing his solemn face, he knew that Song Qiheng's illness seemed not simple.

"Ziqing? Why are you here?" Song Qiwen asked after entering the courtyard.

"I heard that Qiheng was ill, so I came to see him. I didn't expect..." Mo Ziqing frowned and didn't continue. Seeing him like that, Song Qiwen finally realized that his brother's illness was not as simple as he thought.

"What's the matter, Qiheng... What kind of illness is it?" Song Qiwen originally thought that even if his younger brother fell ill, it would at most be a headache, brain heat, wind and cold or something like that, but he didn't expect it to be so serious.

After entering the room, Song Qiwen walked to the bed, Xiao Cheng and Mo Ziqing also followed.

Song Qiheng was lying on the bed with his eyes closed tightly, his skin had an abnormal crimson color, from the outside, it looked like he had a fever.However, looking carefully, Song Qiheng's eye circles were thickly black and purple, as if he had been poisoned.

"Doctor Ping! What's going on? What's wrong with Qiheng?"

A young doctor behind him stepped forward and said respectfully: "Sovereign Master, Second Young Master's illness... is a bit strange... Second Young Master became like this early in the morning. We tried everything, but the high fever just can't go away! Second Young Master's pulse is completely normal, and there is no sign of illness!"

"There is no sign of illness and he will be like this?!" Song Qiwen yelled angrily, "So many of you didn't see what illness he had?!"

The few doctors who had seen the disease hid aside and did not dare to vent their anger.

The steward stepped forward and said: "Sovereign, now is not the time to get angry, let the remaining doctors show the second young master! We must not continue to be sick like this!"

"Come over and show him one by one! There will be rewards for sleeping well!"

The seventy doctors who were supposed to be assigned to Xiao Cheng came forward one by one to diagnose and treat them. They were busy from afternoon to night, until the last doctor finished reading. They still didn't see anything. Song Qiwen was so angry that he almost flipped the table on the spot. Mo Zi Qing persuaded: "Cousin, don't worry! There will always be a way!"

Xiao Cheng walked to the bed, looked at Song Qiheng's appearance, and asked, "He doesn't look sick, but poisoned...

"

A doctor said: "Governor Xiao doesn't know something, we thought it was the case at first, but we have all been diagnosed and treated, and the second son has no signs of poisoning!"

Xiao Cheng stroked his chin and said, "That's weird... I can't see any disease... It's not poisoning... It's really..."

As Xiao Cheng was speaking, he suddenly noticed that Song Qiheng's skin below his neck had a lot of blisters, so he stretched out his hand and lifted the quilt. Seeing this, the steward of the Song family hurriedly asked, "Master Xiao, what are you doing?!"

Xiao Cheng turned a deaf ear to it. After lifting the quilt, he untied Song Qiheng's clothes. The Song family was shocked. This Pavilion Master Xiao...is too...

Now that he was a wife, he actually took off other men's clothes in front of his own husband? ? ! !

"Look!" Xiao Cheng shouted after taking off Song Qiheng's clothes.

Several people came to him, and saw many rashes on the skin below Song Qiheng's neck, some of which had grown into blisters, and some of which had rotted away.

The steward glanced at it, his face full of horror, "What...what's going on?! Obviously...it didn't exist before! Sovereign, this...Second Master...what the hell..."

Song Qiwen was also helpless for a while.The doctors in the family couldn't see any problems, and he himself had no medical skills. Seeing his only younger brother become like this, Song Qiwen was shocked and angry.

"Pavilion Master Xiao, Ziqing, Qiheng...what did he encounter yesterday?"

"Song Zongzhu, the Second Young Master was with me yesterday, and then we went to the brothel..." It was hard for him to talk about what happened after that, but even if he didn't say it, Song Qiwen knew about it.Could it be that something happened to Song Qiheng outside when he was sleeping with Mo Ziqing?

"Sovereign Song, it's better to call Little Mosquito here now! He's good at medicine!" Xiao Cheng called Xiao Jiu over and explained the process to him, "You go and invite Doctor Wen here! Hurry up! Time urgent!"

Xiao Jiu asked, "Then... is Yu Jian okay?"

"No matter what the method is, just bring him here as soon as possible!"

"Yes!"

Poor Wen Xiuyuan, just turned off the lights and lay down to go to sleep, when a gust of wind appeared in his room, making him shiver from the cold, wrapped in a quilt, when he looked up and saw a dark figure standing beside the bed, he was frightened He yelled, "Ahhh—there are assassins——"

"Doctor Wen! It's me! Xiao Jiu!" Xiao Jiu said while pulling Wen Xiuyuan out of the quilt, "Master has something to do with you, please come with me to Louye Song's house!"

Wen Xiuyuan was lifted out of the bed, and he sneezed in the cold, "You...you let me put on some clothes first!"

"It's too late! Wear it on the road!" Xiao Jiu carried Wen Xiuyuan with one hand, picked up his clothes with the other, and led him out of Mingshui Garden, flying with his sword. Wen Xiuyuan stood on the silver frost, his face pale , while putting on his clothes, he grabbed Xiao Jiu's clothes tightly.

"I...I said...Ah Choo...Xiao Jiu...Ah Choo...Can you say hello in advance next time you come to me? I...

...I am... this is the first time..."

Xiao Jiu asked coldly, "What first time?"

"Sit on the flying sword..." Wen Xiuyuan's face became more and more ugly. He bent down and covered his mouth. Seeing this, Xiao Jiu asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Hmm... want... want to vomit... vomit..."

Just after finishing speaking, a mouthful of filth was spat on Xiao Jiu.

Xiao Jiu: "..."

Wen Xiuyuan: "〒▽〒"