Startled Meng

Although Yan Cijing's hematemesis was more serious than other patients, it did not mean that he had already had fatal dark spots on his body.

Tang Shuang asked Yu Fangzhi to check Yan Cijing's body and prescribe the right medicine if he confirmed that there were no dark spots. In this way, Yan Cijing still had a chance to survive.

Yu Fang knew he didn't dare to delay, so he immediately undressed Yan Cijing, brought warm water, wiped him and checked his whole body.

Before undressing, Yu Fangzhi drove everyone else out, leaving only him and Yan Cijing in the room. Regardless of the results of the inspection later, whether he was crying or laughing, only the sleeping Yan Cijing would know .

I was checking it when I was undressing, and after a cursory glance, I didn't find any black traces. Yu Fang knew that half of the air he inhaled had finally been released.

When the last layer of trousers was taken off, the sleepy Yan Cijing moved his fingers, and Yu Fangzhi smiled.

"Are you shy? But I've looked all over your body a long time ago, and I have to touch it again later, what should I do?"

Yan Cijing didn't know what to do, so he fell asleep unconsciously.

The handkerchief was soaked in warm water, Yu Fangzhi wrung out the handkerchief, and wiped Yan Cijing's face first.

Yu Fang knew that he had never been ill for anyone, so he didn't attack lightly or hard. He rubbed Yan Cijing's cheeks and lips red, but he still smiled smugly: "This will make you more angry."

Turning around to wash the veil, he muttered: "How can I compare Haitang with you, it's obvious that Haitang is less than one ten-thousandth of yours."

Next is the slender neck, the slightly undulating chest, the language knows how to play tricks, brushing against two red and tender beans, this action is full of provocative meaning, but there is no trace of charm in his eyes, even if he brushes against other places.

"If you wake up right now, I'll tell you that my happiness with you that night was not based on some kind of incense."

Scared?Yu Fangzhi looked at Yan Cijing's still closed eyes, smiled bitterly, picked him up carefully, put his arms on his chest, and checked his back for him.

Thankfully, there are no ugly black spots on the back, but the ugly scars are also quite scary.

"One more time, I am willing to take these injuries for you."

Yu Fangzhi lost the handkerchief, tightly circled Yan Cijing, rubbed his face, a drop of water fell silently, and slid over Yan Cijing's uneven back.

After Yu Fangzhi helped Yan Cijing put on his clothes, he invited Tang Shuang in to talk.

Tang Shuang said: "If there is no dark spot, then it can be cured. In addition to the pain relief prescription, I will also prescribe a prescription for heat poisoning. Be sure to let him take it."

Yu Fangzhi held Yan Cijing's hand and asked, "Will he get better after taking the medicine?"

Tang Shuang didn't want to give him useless comfort: "Young Master, let me tell you the truth. Regarding this epidemic, the doctors are inexperienced and have limited medical skills. The prescriptions prescribed have not been effective in curing the disease after several improvements. It can be said that there is a chance of survival, but in the final analysis, this disease has to be endured."

"So it's not unreasonable for Mr. Yan to look forward to the disaster relief minister and the imperial physician."

Yu Fangzhi nodded: "I will always guard him."

Tang Shuang carried the medicine box: "Master Yan can endure pain better than ordinary people, but his symptoms are also more serious than other patients, especially the hematemesis, so it is not so easy for him to take medicine."

Yu Fangzhi thought of the porridge and black blood that Yan Cijing vomited up.

Before Tang Shuang went out, she had never seen Yu Fangzhi let go of Yan Cijing's hand. She couldn't bear to look any further, and turned around with the medicine box in her hand, "I already know how much you attach importance to Mr. Yan, but your life is not worthless, Young Master." Worth, be careful with the sickness, don't let yourself get sick."

"I see."

At the same time, Jiangling City was dead silent.

The corpses were lifted out of the medical hall one by one. While pushing the cart, someone sprinkled water along the rut to wash away the blood, and the blood flowed into the river, staining the river red.

The smoke of wormwood mixed with the smoke of paper money, coughing and crying were everywhere in the city.

People kept falling, black spots and corpse spots appeared at the same time, the soldiers who burned the corpses were exhausted and fell in front of the fire, the doctor who decocted the medicine was still shaking his fan when he fell, and the people who barely survived were all facing the city. Looking at the door, everyone is waiting, waiting for a glimmer of hope.

Thick smoke covers the sky, and no one can see the blue color. At this time, it is useless to keep money. You don’t need Yu to steal the key. , and the help of scattered medicinal herbs in the city is still far from enough.

"Jiangling is connected to Yizhou in the north and Muzhou in the south. Yujia has merchants all over the country. Why don't you transfer goods from other places?" .

Yu Wanqian didn't take the finger rings from his hands, and said anxiously: "There is no news about the messengers sent to Ye City, and the plague outbreak in Jiangling City has been heard everywhere, who dares to come at this time?"

He raised his hand to let Yu Fang know how to be safe and don't be impatient: "It is even more impossible to send someone to get the medicine. Once I heard that it is from Jiangling, the gate of the city will not be opened."

Yu Fangzhi crushed a teacup when he heard the words: "My people in Ye City wrote a letter saying that the messenger from Jiangling had arrived long ago, but it's just that the copybook couldn't be uploaded to Datian for a long time, someone must have intercepted it."

Yu Wanqian scolded: "Dog officer! Is Jiangling City going to be destroyed?!" Pointing at Yu Fangzhi, "Where is Fu Chun! Have you found it? Did you say that it is Jiangling where Yu Wanqian lives? He can't be so disrespectful to me, can he?"

"Of course," Yu Fang knew anxiously, "but the emperor is in another palace, and he doesn't summon foreign ministers. Wei Cheng is in charge of the court. If he doesn't say anything, who would dare to allocate supplies under the name of disaster relief minister?"

"Then it's that bitch Wei Cheng," Yu Wanqian was so angry that he drank a bowl of tea, "then there's no other way?"

Yu Fang knew: "No, when the emperor went to the other palace, he not only brought his close ministers, but also a few academicians from the Imperial Academy. I have ordered people to look for them."

"Wei Cheng won't keep pressing this matter, he's wasting time, but Jiang Ling can't afford it anymore."

After Yu Fangzhi finished speaking, he turned and left. Yu Wanqian called him: "Where are you going? I heard that you went to Ax Village to rob people and robbed the prefect. What do you want to do?"

Yu Fangzhi didn't look back:

"I want him to live."

Yu Fangzhi went back to the Yu family, and Yan Cijing couldn't be left alone to take care of him. Knowing that the epidemic would not be easily contagious, Yu Fangzhi asked Juniper and Du Yan to come in to serve him.

When he went back again, Juniper and Du Yan were circling anxiously beside the bed.

"My lord, would you like to drink a little?"

"Please!"

Yu Fangzhi rushed in and pushed the two away: "Has Yan Cijing woke up?"

Yan Cijing couldn't tell whether he was awake or not, only a slit was exposed in his eyes, he was panting with difficulty, and there was still dried medicine juice in his mouth. murmur.

Yu Fang knew what Yan Cijing was talking about. Under the pain, his consciousness was dissociated, and he could no longer bear the pain deliberately.

Yu Fangzhi sat down by the bed, hugged Yan Cijing, who was hot all over his body, tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to hug him into his own flesh and blood, stretched his hands to his knees and rubbed them gently, and then Wrist, every joint is rubbed carefully.

Jun Jun burst into tears: "Young Master Yu, what's the matter, my lord?"

Yu Fangzhi didn't seem to hear it, and kept rubbing Yan Cijing's joints, coaxing: "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore, it won't hurt if I rub it."

"It still hurts..."

Yan Cijing burned like a lump of charcoal, Yu Fangzhi hugged him, and sweated all over his body after a while, he didn't bother to wipe it off, coaxing: "It doesn't hurt, it won't hurt after a while..."

Tears were streaming down Juniper's face, and with the medicine in his hand, he felt that the medicine was no longer hot, so he got up to change the medicine, but when he opened the door, he saw Tang Shuang.

"Doctor Tang."

"What's wrong with this medicine? Master Yan won't drink it?"

Juniper nodded with red eyes: "I can't feed it in, it's getting cold, I'll go heat it up."

Tang Shuang took the medicine bowl and entered the door, told Juniper and Du Yandu to go down, and closed the door tightly by the way.

"Young master, you can't drink this medicine, the heat poison on his body can only be cured by medicine."

"it is good."

Yu Fangzhi asked Yan Cijing to lean on his body, holding the porcelain spoon to feed him a little bit, but it was a pity that Yan Cijing didn't swallow at all, and just poured out as much as he fed.

"Be obedient, drink a little more."

Yu Fangzhi's sleeves were all wet, but he didn't feed him a single mouthful, and he was concerned, Yan Cijing's chin had already been pinched with finger marks, Tang Shuang had no choice but to say, "Are you going to remove his chin? "

Yu Fangzhi was anxious: "But if he doesn't drink, Doctor Tang, is there no other way?"

Tang Shuang shook her head: "Pills are harder to swallow, no matter what, you have to let him drink this bowl of medicine."

Yu Fangzhi: "Give me the medicine."

Tang Shuang did as she did, and stretched out the bowl. Yu Fangzhi didn't touch the porcelain spoon, but picked up the whole medicine bowl and took a sip without hesitation. Tang Shuang didn't react for a while, and it was too late for her to stop her.

"You don't want to die!"

It was not enough to scream, and it was too late to separate the two, Tang Shuang rarely got angry: "Are you crazy! Do you know what consequences you will cause if you do this?"

Yu Fangzhi wiped the medicine from his mouth: "The moment I saw him fall, I went crazy."

Tang Shuang stared blankly at Yan Cijing's Adam's apple sliding up and down, feeling mixed feelings for a moment.

Yan Cijing swallowed the decoction, Yu Fangzhi wiped the corners of his mouth with his hands, and changed his dirty pajamas, Yan Cijing had already fallen asleep after a lot of tossing, Yu Fangzhi was finally relieved: "You Look, he doesn't cry anymore."

Tang Shuang held an empty bowl, her hands trembling slightly: "Young Master..."

"I understand, I won't leave this room," Yu Fangzhi didn't feel any discomfort, "I won't go anywhere until he wakes up."

Yu Fangzhi helped Yan Cijing cover the quilt, and touched Yan Cijing's face before leaving, the fever seemed to have receded a lot.

Yu Fangzhi pinched his face, and was pulled back the moment he withdrew his hand.

"You—" Yu Fangzhi looked at Yan Cijing who suddenly opened his eyes in surprise.

The next moment, Yan Cijing began to cough violently, his heart seemed to jump out of his chest, the movement was so loud that the whole bed was shaking, Tang Shuang had just stepped over the threshold and turned back in a hurry, Juniper and Duyan also ran in.

Yan Cijing tilted his head and vomited out all the medicine he had just taken.

The author says:

This is actually a first kiss... but it doesn't seem very romantic