The Rebirth Of The General Who Always Sees Himself As A Replacement

After Dr. Kuang finished speaking, the faces of everyone in the wing room changed instantly.

Fortunately, Dr. Xia was calm and calm, and hurriedly said: "This old gentleman, Lord Hou, he is not poisoned right now."

"What do you mean?" Dr. Kuang was puzzled.

Doctor Xia then vomited out Mu Zhiming's poisoned wine, and then he recovered. How could he know that today's inexplicable sudden attack told Doctor Kuang: "This is also the reason why Lord Hou didn't die suddenly even though the cold scorpion poisoned him. There should still be a solution to the poison!"

"It's really a strange poison, it's really weird." Dr. Kuang scratched his beard anxiously, "I don't know what he ate when Li Zhu poisoned him?"

Fu Ji'an replied: "I drank half a cup of Mingqian Longjing, but I drank it too, and I'm safe and sound."

"Dragon Well before the Ming Dynasty? This is royal tribute tea, so it shouldn't be." Dr. Kuang was puzzled.

He leaned over to check Mu Zhiming's physical condition on the bed again, and said, "The most important thing now is to stop Li Zhu from breathing! What medicine did you feed him before?"

Dr. Xia hurriedly told Dr. Kuang about the medicinal materials used in the prescription he prescribed.

Dr. Kuang took out the silver needle from the medicine box, and while heating it with a candle, he said, "Add a penny of comfrey and a penny of crocodile, fill the medicine pot with water, and fry for a quarter of an hour!"

Xia Tian Wu immediately ran out of the room to decoct the medicine.

Dr. Kuang: "I'll try to force the poison out of Li Zhu's body with silver needles. If it works, he will be able to live."

Because the silver needles can't be mistaken in acupoints to force poison, there is a great need for quietness, so everyone left the room one after another for fear of disturbing Dr. Kuang, leaving only Gu Heyan to help.

Dr. Kuang unbuttoned Mu Zhiming's clothes, made his upper body naked, and asked Gu Heyan to sit him up, holding his breath and slowly stabbing the silver needles into Mu Zhiming's chest and abdomen. This was very difficult. Dr. Kuang sweated on his temples.

After about a stick of incense, when the No.11 silver needle entered the acupoint on his left chest, Mu Zhiming's eyelids trembled slightly, his fingertips curled up, and he turned sideways to the bed, spit out a mouthful of black blood, and coughed violently.

"It's done!" Dr. Kuang was ecstatic, and quickly took away the silver needle from Mu Zhiming's body: "General Gu, take care of Li Zhu for a while, and I'll go see how the medicine is done." Run out of the wing.

Gu Heyan carefully supported Mu Zhiming to lie down, and wiped the corners of his blood-stained mouth and chin with a wet towel with warm water.

Mu Zhiming shouted vaguely: "He Yan..."

"I'm here." Gu Heyan held his hand and responded.

Mu Zhiming was still very weak, and he spoke intermittently: "...He Yan, I feel a little...pain..."

A few words, like a blunt knife, stabbed into Gu Heyan's body, twisting and grinding his internal organs cruelly.

Gu Heyan took Mu Zhiming's palm and stroked it on his cheek, his eyes were red, and he whispered: "You have suffered."

Mu Zhiming turned his head to look at him, and forced a smile: "You... don't be afraid... I'm fine..."

Dr. Kuang rushed into the room carrying a bowl of steaming medicine: "General Gu, help Li Zhu up."

Gu Heyan quickly followed suit.

"Kuang...cough cough, Doctor Kuang." Mu Zhiming leaned against Gu Heyan's arms and struggled to identify the person, calling out.

"Stop talking, drink the medicine quickly." Dr. Kuang put the bowl to Mu Zhiming's lips and poured him the medicine.

Mu Zhiming took two sips and choked on two sips.

Dr. Kuang said urgently, "Drink! How old is he, and he still vomits medicine!"

Mu Zhiming woke up from the choking, and said weakly: "Doctor Kuang... I... I want to drink it too, but this medicine is so hot, and you pour it like this, I... I didn't get poisoned to death, I was poisoned by you first." Choked to death..."

Dr. Kuang: "Okay, I can joke around now, I'm pretty energetic."

Gu Heyan reached for the medicine bowl: "I'll do it."

Dr. Kuang put the medicine bowl in Gu Heyan's hand: "Then I will trouble the general here. I will tell Duke Yan about Li Zhu's injury. People outside are still in a hurry." After speaking, he got up and left.

Gu Heyan held the bowl of steaming medicine, lowered his head and blew it for a long time, then put it next to Mu Zhiming's mouth, and fed it little by little. Seeing that he was about to cough, he quickly took it away: "Is it still hot?"

Mu Zhiming rested his head on his chest, sighed, and said softly: "Not hot, bitter..."

Gu Heyan: "After you finish drinking, I'll go buy you sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

"I don't want sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Mu Zhiming: "I want you to accompany me..."

Gu Heyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he kissed his blue hair: "Okay."

Dr. Kuang walked out of the wing, and said to the people who were looking at him, "Li Zhu is fine for the time being."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Gong lowered his head and choked up, his eyes were swollen like walnuts from crying.

Dr. Kuang found Xia Wu and asked him about the symptoms of Mu Zhiming's poisoning last time.

Xia Tian told Dr. Kuang nonchalantly.

Dr. Kuang sighed, "It really is the same as today."

Mu Boren asked: "Brother Kuang, my son, he was clearly cured before, why did he suddenly get poisoned?"

Dr. Kuang: "This is the troublesome part. We all thought that the remaining poison had been cleared, but how did we know that the poison of the cold scorpion was hidden deep in Li Zhu's internal organs, and the poison would be released at any time by chance!! This time, it was enough to save it twice. Fortunately, who knows what will happen the third time and the fourth time!"

"What!?" Mu Boren exclaimed, "What should I do?"

Dr. Kuang: "Now I have no choice but to take care of Li Zhu's body first, and then make plans."

Fu Ji'an: "Physician Kuang, my brother's sudden onset of poisoning today has something to do with the Mingqian Longjing he drank?"

Dr. Kuang cupped his hands: "I have to check, and I also ask His Royal Highness King Xian to hand over all the remaining tea leaves to me."

"Okay." Fu Ji'an nodded, bid farewell to Duke Yan and others, and returned home to order tea to be delivered to Dr. Kuang's residence.

Mu Zhiming's poisoning was the same as last time, and it was fierce, but after checking his pulse, he couldn't detect any poisonous residue in his body, and his body was getting better day by day.

He fell ill less than three months after he took office as a new official. The post of Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites is indispensable, so he had to resign first.

In a blink of an eye, the frost fell, and the day and autumn clouds scattered far away.

In Mu Mansion, Mu Zhiming lived in Biwu Courtyard, in the wing room, Mu Zhiming was sitting on the bed while Dr. Kuang was taking his pulse.

Dr. Kuang stroked his beard: "That's right, after two months of care, the pulse condition is stable now, but you still shouldn't be careless, you have to continue to take the medicine that nourishes your body."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "Okay, Dr. Kuang is cured with the medicine, thank you for saving my life."

Dr. Kuang waved his hand: "What kind of medicine is cured? The remaining poison in your body is not cleared, and you may die at any time. What's worse, I don't know why it will happen. I have not found the tea leaves that His Royal Highness gave me. Any clues, hey..."

Mu Zhiming: "Don't worry, Doctor Kuang, don't you see that I'm alive and kicking now?"

"You are optimistic." Dr. Kuang stroked his gray beard, "That's okay, being troubled by melancholy all the time is not conducive to your body's recovery, so you have a good rest, I'm leaving."

Mu Zhiming bid farewell to Dr. Kuang, and not long after, another person knocked on the door gently.

The person here is Caiwei.

Her belly swelled, and she looked like she was three months pregnant.

"Sister Caiwei." Mu Zhiming got up quickly, wanting to help her, "Why are you here? You are pregnant, so be careful."

"It's okay, just lie down." Caiwei stepped forward a few steps, pressed his shoulders to prevent him from getting up, and then sat down on the side of the bed, "Master..."

Mu Zhiming smiled and said, "Sister Caiwei, now you are my righteous sister, why do you still call me that?"

Cai Weidao followed up with a smile: "It's been a habit for so many years, and you can't change it all at once, how is your body?"

"Very good." Mu Zhiming said.

"Really?" Caiwei said, "I went to pay my respects to Madam earlier, and saw Madam's face was full of sadness. I must have been worried about your affairs, and thought you were seriously ill."

Mu Zhiming said: "The person is right in front of you, he looks full of energy, why is he seriously ill, Sister Caiwei, you can take care of your baby at ease, don't worry about these trivial things."

Seeing that he really didn't look seriously ill, Caiwei breathed a sigh of relief: "I can only rest assured if I come to see you in person. By the way, where is Ayin? Why don't you see anyone else?"

Mu Zhiming: "Ayin caught a thief and broke his leg."

"What?" Caiwei was surprised, "Is Ah Yin okay?!"

Mu Zhiming: "It's okay, someone is taking care of him."

"One or two of you, have you run into something evil recently? It's not going so well." Caiwei shook her head helplessly, "In a few days, I'll go to the temple and say goodbye to you two!"

The two of them were talking about the household, when a servant knocked on the door and came in, carrying a bowl of medicine, and gently placed it on the table: "Master, put the medicine here."

Mu Zhiming nodded: "OK."

The servant saluted and exited the wing room.

Caiwei was puzzled: "Why doesn't she serve you to drink medicine? Even if you don't live in Mu's house often, the waiters can't be ignorant of these rules?"

Mu Zhiming smiled and said: "Sister Caiwei, you misunderstood, it's not that they don't serve you, it's..."

Before he finished speaking, he strode into the wing room alone.

It was Gu Heyan who came.

Caiwei understood instantly, she pursed her lips and smiled, saluted Gu Heyan, got up and left the wing room, and closed the door firmly when she left.

Gu Heyan picked up the medicine bowl on the table, sat beside the bed, gently stirred it with a porcelain spoon and waited for it to cool down.

Mu Zhiming said: "He Yan, just now Doctor Kuang came to take my pulse and said that my pulse is stable and my body is fine."

Gu Heyan: "Yes."

Mu Zhiming: "Don't worry about it, look at you, your eyes are black and blue, I feel very distressed." He stretched out his hand, caressed Gu Heyan's side face, touched Gu Heyan's lower eyelid with his fingertips, and moved Very light like superficial water.

"Okay, don't worry." Gu Heyan turned his head, kissed Mu Zhiming's palm, then lowered his head, scooped up a spoonful of medicine and fed it to Mu Zhiming's mouth, "Drink the medicine, it's cold."

Mu Zhiming: "I won't drink." After speaking, he shut his mouth tightly.

Gu Heyan: "...?"

Mu Zhiming: "If you don't feed me, I won't drink."

Gu Heyan: "...??"

General Gu looked blankly at his hand holding the porcelain spoon.

He is feeding.

Mu Zhiming rolled his eyes: "It's not like this."

Gu Heyan: "How do you want me to feed you?"

Mu Zhiming jokingly said: "General Gu, take a guess."

Gu Heyan: "..."

He thought hard for a moment, and suddenly Fulin came to his heart.

It's just that this idea was too frivolous, so Gu Heyan couldn't be sure. He raised his head and looked at Mu Zhiming with hesitation, but saw that the latter had a sly smile and his eyes were full of teasing pleasure.

Gu Heyan: "..."

Gu Heyan brought the medicine bowl to his lips, took a mouthful, then stretched out his hand to embrace the back of Mu Zhiming's neck and pressed his lips against his.