Vicissitudes know Jinhua

Dr. Jiang's medical skills are good, but his temper is straightforward, and his mouth is even more open. Because of this, he was beaten out by a patient's family with a broom. The family invited him to see a doctor. As soon as he got the pulse, the old man immediately announced: "I'm going to die!"

Although the patient died that night, no one sympathized with his beating. Even his wife spit on him and said, "You can't talk well? Who knows whether that person died of illness or was bullied by you?" dead?"

Since then, Dr. Jiang has worked hard to correct the evil and return to the right. Over the years, he has rarely said such things as "you are dying", "drinking medicine is useless", "changing the shroud" in front of the patient, and instead said "although it can't be ancient, but you know the destiny." It's not bad." "Medicine? If you don't prescribe it, it's troublesome." "Remember to change him into good clothes tomorrow." Although the patient's family is still angry, he sees that his medical skills are really good. , I can only hold my nose and bear it.

At this moment, Young Master Qi rushed to ask, his face was pale with nervousness, and Wan Jing and the others, who knew Dr. Jiang's virtues, broke into a cold sweat, for fear that one would faint from illness and another would faint from fright.

Dr. Jiang glanced at Qi Shaochong, his voice was very gentle, but he said very directly: "Your brother, at such an age, how can you look so exhausted? He is slow, slow, and cold. Even if you can survive this time, your foundation has been damaged, and you will be a body that will not live forever in the future."

Qi Shaochong's words were like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, and he collapsed immediately, his hands and feet were cold, and he shouted: "You are talking nonsense! He...he rarely gets sick at all! Do you know how to treat diseases, you quack doctor?"

Dr. Jiang loves to be serious, and immediately rolled his eyes: "I don't know how to heal diseases, what do you know, a yellow-mouthed child? Your brother rarely gets sick, so you can't get sick? He hasn't died yet, so wouldn't he be sick?" Did he die? Besides, how do you know that he rarely gets sick? In my opinion, he refuses to be treated when he is sick, which is more like the disease of Duke Huan of Cai.”

Wan Jing hurriedly comforted him: "Doctor Jiang just said casually that he is very good at medicine, so don't be impatient, just wait for him to prescribe a prescription! Zishi is weak, and he will give good health supplements at my uncle's place later." Make up for it, and it won't be a big problem."

Zhuxi helped to comfort him, and peeked at Mu Zishi, and saw that his lips were beautifully shaped, with curves and outlines like fine brushwork, but the color was as pale as snow. On the bed, I felt sore in my heart.

Dr. Jiang rolled his eyes again and ignored them. He went straight around a six-panel screen installed on the mountain level, and walked to the separated outer room. A good prescription, but not afraid of being annoying, walked into the inner room, and repeatedly confessed to Wan Jing: "Use the yellow reed root as a guide, make one bowl by decocting three bowls of well water, take three doses a day, after three days, if you don't see it, Alright... just prepare the coffin and charge!"

When Qi Shaochong heard the word coffin, the tears in his eyes were almost on fire. He wished he could pounce on the doctor and tear him to pieces to relieve his hatred, but he knew in his heart that the culprit who should be torn apart was himself.

Not to mention the hardships and winds and frosts on this journey, it is more like walking on a single tree on a cliff. The pressure and dangers around are unimaginable. The two came from the palace. Shi Yi devoted himself to making arrangements, including eating, lodging, hiring a car to ask for directions, and even grinding teeth with the most difficult little people in the car and boat shop.

I just need to bury my head and follow him, trust him, and rely on him, but forget that Mu Zishi is only a frail body, and I can fall asleep when I am tired, but he still has to be refreshed In the crisis in the night, or to think about and guess all possible clues.

Since he fell into the mundane world and walked around the market, he was the one who swallowed his anger, he was the one who changed everything, he was the one who knelt down, and even when he killed someone, his hands were stained with blood.

I had an extravagant illness once, and Muzi Shiyi stayed up all night to serve him, but he couldn't even have the chance to get sick, and he had to stand in front of him at every moment, shielding himself from the wind and rain and even the open and hidden arrows.

No wonder he eats less and less clothes, but he turns a blind eye to it, or just sees it but never really cares!

At this point, Qi Shaochong felt as if he was being twisted hard by the rough rope soaked in Huanglian. It was bitter and painful. Zishi should not like him. If the fourth brother fled with him, he would definitely not be selfish and let him go. He suffers so much...

It was getting late, and the maid in Mingwalou was boiling medicine, but Zhuxi was careful, went around the front yard, and when she came back, the servant who followed her was carrying a huge food box, and Zhuxi held everything in her hand. Serve out hot food, fill two bowls of rice, and whisper softly: "Father, don't rush, you can use some food first, how can you be in a hurry to take care of the sick?"

Wan Jing was still a little hesitant, but Qi Shaochong stood up abruptly, rushed straight to the table without sitting down, picked up the bowl and ate it, gobbled it up, and when chewing, he was even more vicious, looking at the rice grains and dishes as enemies.

Wan Jing is well acquainted with people and the way of the world, seeing the situation, he understands half of it, and thought: These two children are good, they love each other, they regard each other more than themselves, this kind of friendship is no more than that of brothers.

I don't feel a little more favorable.

After the medicine was boiled, Qi Shaochong couldn't feed it, but stood aside with the bowl in hand, and the servant girl scooped it up with a medicine spoon and put it into Mu Zishi's mouth. Pry open the jaws and pour hard, but can't swallow it and spit it out immediately, or can't bear the choking and coughing.

Wan Jing frowned, and said worriedly: "This is impossible, what if the medicine stone doesn't enter?"

Qi Shaochong kept silent, but picked up the bowl and took a big mouthful of the medicine juice, put it on Mu Zishi's lips, tightly blocked it, like feeding a bird, and let the medicine go in little by little.

Zhuxi stood aside, slightly startled, then relieved, the brothers depended on each other for life, and the older brother was seriously ill, so it's not surprising that the younger brother acted like this out of desperation.

As soon as the medicine was fed into the mouth, it melted and melted, neither fast nor slow, soft and gentle, just right to moisten the body that was about to be scorched and cracked. Mu Zishi did not have the consciousness of swallowing and absorbing in a coma, but he had the instinct to accept it. His throat moved slightly, but he actually swallowed it.

Qi Shao took a sip and took a full meal to finish a small bowl of medicine. Although there was still a lot of medicine overflowing from the corner of Mu Zishi's mouth, most of it was eaten anyway.

Seeing this situation, Wan Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and rubbed the center of his brows. He had been emotionally agitated for half a day, and there were many things going on non-stop. At this moment, he was relieved a little, and his tiredness suddenly surged.

Qi Shao rushed and said: "Uncle, you go to rest first, I will take care of my brother."

Wan Jing sighed, "How can you take care of people?"

Later, until late at night, I saw that Mu Zishi was seriously ill but he didn't look dangerous, just fell asleep in a deep sleep, very weak, but also very quiet, as if he was born with some cuteness that doesn't bother others, like a child Child, Wan Jing couldn't bear it, and couldn't help it, tears came out from the corners of his eyes, and after a while, after all, he was getting older, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he left behind a most capable and capable maidservant, and repeatedly told Qi Shaochong to pay attention to himself Take a rest, this is the way to go.

For three whole days, Qi Shaochong refused to take a step away from Mu Zishi, so he laid a bedding on the shallow corridor under the bed. He was really sleepy, so he would sleep for a while, but as long as Mu Zishi made any movement, no matter how soundly he slept, he would wake up. Wake up and stay by his side.

Qi Shaochong was not used to serving people at first, but when facing Mu Zishi, he seemed to have opened up the two veins of Ren and Du and opened his eyes. Don't start to be amazed.

But no matter how hard he tried, Mu Zishi was like a plucked leaf, whose life and vigor inevitably lost rapidly and weakened.

In the middle of the night on the third day, Mu Zishi suddenly woke up like ice and snow. Under the light of a candle in front of the bed, his cheeks were bright red, his lips were like pearls, and his eyes were scattered with precious diamonds. He wandered around. , as if drunk in the boundless fine wine, suddenly smiled, staring at the hazy light and shadow in mid-air, and said softly: "His Royal Highness?"

Qi Shaochong was curled up next to him to take a nap, and was startled awake by the loud noises. He didn't hear what he was saying, and thought he had suddenly recovered. He burst into tears of joy, and said incoherently: "You finally woke up! I'm so anxious... How are you? Zishi, Zishi, as long as you get better, I...I will do anything! You can't scare me anymore!"

There seemed to be a heavy door suddenly opened in front of Mu Zishi, his body reborn and floating lightly, there was no sound in his ears, there was only a profound and desolate silence, but what he saw in his eyes was the golden brilliance spreading like a brocade.

"His Royal Highness, are you here to pick me up? I've been waiting for you..."

His voice was as clear and clear as the moonlight, and Qi Shaochong felt a chill in his chest, as if a huge hole had been dug out of thin air by the sharp claws of a wild beast. Coaxing him softly, "Zi Shi, look at me...I'm Shao Chong, you, don't you know me?"

The dark green in Mu Zishi's pupils was as pure and flawless as a baby's, and his expression was carefree and endlessly joyful. He ignored Qi Shaochong, only raised his hand, stretched his fingers in the air, and wrote with a stroke.

His slender fingertips naturally couldn't leave any ink marks, but Qi Shao could see it clearly as he held his breath. The turning point across the air was clearly the word "Qi Yupei". The wind trembled, and the silent room suddenly seemed cramped, crowded and cold, and a heart was also scratched with countless delicate and deep wounds by that finger. There was no blood, but the pain was hopeless.

Mu Zishi, however, was full of hope, vigorous vitality sprouted from his bone marrow, and his body, which was powerless to move, suddenly bent like a drawn bow: "Your Highness, what you want me to promise, have I done well?" ? Now it's okay to rush, I want to go with you... You said you wouldn't lie to me, you would come to pick me up..."

Qi Shaochong suddenly said loudly: "Zi Shi, listen to me, the fourth brother has already gone, and he will not come to pick you up! You are recovering from your illness, and you will recover soon!"

The shrill voice pierced through the quiet night like a broken string, and the half-dream maid had no choice but to run over in small steps, yawned lightly, and asked, "How is the young master?"

Wan Jing had no children, so the servants called Mu Zishi and Qi Shaochong the first and second young masters according to their ages. The youngest son brought by Qian Dingxiang was only seven or eight years old, so he became the young master.

For this reason, Qian Dingxiang cut off several nails, but fortunately the eldest young master was about to eat incense, so he suppressed his resentment.

This maid is usually very gentle and caring, but at this moment Qi Shaochong only felt that she was an unspeakable eyesore, so he immediately shouted: "Go down!"

The servant girl saw that his face was ashen, and there was a kind of power that could not be disobeyed, and she hesitated to speak, so she had to retreat from the house, not daring to stay away, but stood by the door.

Qi Shaochong hesitated for a moment, opened his arms to hug Mu Zishi, and murmured: "Zi Shi, if possible, I would rather be the one who dies, and the fourth brother who survives... But I know, I am not the fourth brother, I'm Qi Shaochong, what about you, Zishi? Have you ever thought that fourth brother only saved you once, so you will live for him all your life?"

"Returning on a snowy night..." Muzi leaned on Qi Shaochong's shoulder like a cat, closed his eyes and sighed softly: "Returning on a snowy night, Your Highness, you have already returned, why leave me alone in the snowy night?" road?"

He was so thin that he could touch his bones through his clothes, and his waist would break as soon as he folded it, but he was as hot as a flame, trembling slightly, as if he would fall with the moonlight and night wind at any time. go.