Chapter 832

"My fair lady, a gentleman is good."

The young man shook his head and looked vaguely at Mo Xiyan, "I don't know the beauty, can you hold it?"

Mo Xiyan, after crossing this era, knows what literary crepe is for the first time today.

At the same time, he shook his head slightly, looked at the young man and smiled, "sorry, I'm married, but I'm no longer a beauty."

The young man was surprised, and some couldn't believe staring at Mo Xiyan, "but seriously?"

"The king is standing here. How can you not see it?" Murong Yu stretched out his big hand and circled Mo Xiyan into his arms. He lowered his eyelids and said in a deep voice, "Oh, the king is her husband. Do you need to know him again? Childe Zhang."

"You know me?"

The young man was surprised. He thought he was unknown in the summer. So he took over the entrustment of Chu emperor Xie Jingyi and came here to send a letter. He didn't want to be recognized halfway through the summer capital?

"Who doesn't know about the Zhang family in the state of Chu? It's hard for you, Zhang Xianzong, as the only heir, even if I don't want to know."

Murong Yu snorted softly. Without waiting for Zhang Xianzong to speak, he took Mo Xiyan to get up, took a step back, turned a direction, left and said, "isn't he all right? Instead of wasting time on him, it's better to see others."

It's also reasonable. Zhang Xianzong really has no big problem. The young man is in good health.

Mo Xiyan nodded and walked to the woman on one side.

Zhang Xianzong was also clever. Instead of being entangled, he chose to silently stare at Mo Xiyan and appreciate the beauty.

Still watching? Damn it! Murong took a wrong step and walked behind Mo Xiyan, completely blocking Zhang Xianzong's sight.

This annoyed Zhang Xianzong. He turned his head directly and took a nap.

At the same time, I thought about how to leave here as soon as possible and send the letter to the seven kings' residence in the capital of summer.

Poor Zhang Xianzong did not realize that he had just become a rival in love with Murong Yu, the master of the seven kings' mansion.

Now there are less than 20 patients, so don't cherish Yan's pulse for everyone soon.

Then, after appeasing the people, he left with Murong Yu.

In Murong Yu's main account, Mo Xiyan quickly wrote down everyone's condition just written down, and then studied it page by page with a frown.

In fact, she doesn't have a deep understanding of traditional Chinese medicine.

At present, looking at these conditions, she has nothing to do except a simple fever and cold.

She also thought about directly treating with wood Qi, but when she thought about it carefully, it was the next policy.

After all, there are not many flood affected areas at this time, which are as big as two capitals.

There are more than tens of thousands of casualties here?

More than a million survivors?

Among the millions of survivors, there must be no fewer than tens of thousands who are sick and infected.

If everyone let her heal with wood system, then they are not all well, she should be able to fall and reincarnate again.

No matter how good her moral integrity and medical ethics are, she can't easily joke about her life.

Moreover, it is impossible for wood Qi to be made public.

If other doctors come to ask, if she can cure these people's prescriptions, and she can't take them out, she will certainly be scolded by people all over the world.

Because they don't think she doesn't have a prescription.

She will also feel that she is selfish, regardless of people's life and death, withholding prescriptions for private use, regardless of others' life and death.

At that time, even if she may be the largest number of doctors saved in the country, it is impossible to calm the anger of the whole Daxia people.

The mere thought of such a scene only made her hair stand on end.

"Is it cold?" Murong Yu saw her trembling, hurriedly took a coat and put it on her back, directly put his palm on her forehead and checked her temperature.

"I'm not ill." Mo Xiyan pulled down Murong Yu's right hand and shook his head, "I just feel headache. I don't know what to do now."

"You mean these cases?" Murong Yu's left hand ordered the paper filled with the whole desk and asked her, "do you want to get a prescription?"

When he heard that Mo Xiyan was upset, he guessed that she must be worried about the prescription.

Although according to his meaning, what if you use the power directly?

Just don't cherish Yan's happiness.

Of course, he also knows that there may be many sequelae.

Such as being denounced by the whole country, being nailed to the pillar of shame in history, and so on.

Unfortunately, Murong Yu didn't care at all.

Even, he is looking forward to being forced away by people in this world, because in this way, he can tear up the space and take Mo Xiyan back to their world instead of suffering here.

"Yes, you know, my biggest dependence is power. It's nothing for some minor diseases. I can deal with them now, but I'm at a loss in the face of changeable diseases."

Mo Xiyan was helpless. He just felt that these cases were as heavy as a thousand kilograms, which pressed on her heart and made her out of breath.

"It's not urgent. I've already called Shehong Ge. I think he can arrive in two days at most."

Murong Yu walked behind Mo Xiyan, reached out and gently pressed her head, whispered, "don't worry, this will be his main battlefield, not yours."

So he already thought of everything?

Although Murong Yu's mouth is very poisonous, it can be seen from the lines he said that he is very attentive to his.

When she had just taken the first step, he had already taken 99 steps for herself.

She was so lucky that she could be Murong's imperial husband, and she had deep feelings for herself.

Mo Xiyan only felt that her heart was warm and her nose was sour. She couldn't help jumping into Murong Yu's arms. The whole turbulent heart finally settled down, as if she wasn't worried about herself.

And this is undoubtedly due to him.

Thinking of this, she only felt that her chest was sour, and two lines of clear tears fell silently in her eyes. She didn't even know that she had wet his skirt.

"What's the matter? There are still difficulties. Let's just solve them. Don't cry, will you?"

Murong Yu saw that she was so sad. He hugged her tightly in his arms, patted her back to comfort, and whispered, "don't worry, I can't press you with everything on my head."

As soon as his comforting words came out, Mo Xi Yan shed more tears.

At the same time, the feeling in her heart swept through her whole heart like a flood, completely flooded her, and washed away the last pimple in her heart.

She put her ears on Murong Yu's chest and her heart calmed down slowly.

All the things in the past can't be traced, and what she can do is to really accept him, recognize him and make him unique in her heart again