Chapter 88： Dying (one more)

Chapter 88 Dying (one more)

Chu Yi also got up gracefully, followed her beside her like a shadow, and shoved the playbook that Gu Yanfei had turned over several times to Xiao Shi.

The two walked out of the seat and walked to the next door, looking like a wild cloud and wild crane.

At the end of the corridor in front, outside the private seat of Murong Yong and Duke Wei, it was crowded with people. The third floor and the third floor were all black heads.

Those bystanders pointed at the inside of the seat and talked a lot. They could only watch and couldn't continue to approach, because the four yamen were guarding the door of the seat with scabbards.

In the elegant seat, there was a lot of embarrassment, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The table, the floor, and the walls were all covered with blood.

Duke Wei leaned weakly on the back of the chair, and his long-sleeve carefully supported his upper body, for fear that he would fall over.

"..." Murong Yong's face was not very good-looking, and he touched his face with a headache. The right side of his face was spattered by the blood spit out by Duke Wei, and he looked very embarrassed.

Duke Wei is an important official in the court. When he was with him, he suddenly vomited blood. Even if he didn't do anything, there might be people who guessed that he played a trick on Duke Wei.

Then he is simply reasonable and can't explain it!

Murong Yong frowned tightly, his eyes dark as if covered with a cloud.

"Ouch!" Duke Wei vomited another mouthful of blood between the corners of his lips, and there was a lot of blood on his beard and chin, his face was gray, and his breath was very weak.

After vomiting several mouthfuls of blood in a row, Duke Wei was so angry that he seemed to have lost half his life.

"Doctor, why hasn't the bleeding stopped yet?" Murong Yong asked hurriedly, unable to hide his worry and anxiety.

The gray-haired old doctor withdrew the silver needle that was stuck on Duke Wei's arm, and once again probed for Duke Wei's pulse.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, his brows wrinkled, and the corners of his eyes squeezed out layers of wrinkles. He shook his head and sighed: "This young man, this person is afraid that he will not be able to do it."

He had used silver needles to pierce many bleeding points on the patient's body, but instead of stopping the bleeding, the patient vomited blood even more.

"..." Murong Yong's face was even more ugly.

At a loss, the captain of Duke Wei wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff, his face was pale, he looked out the window anxiously, and secretly said: Calculate the time, the driver should have already arrived at the palace, and the lady should know .

"Bah!" When Duke Wei heard that the Mongolian doctor cursed him to death, a surge of anger rose from his chest, and he shouted, "You quack doctor..."

He wanted to say, you quack doctor, you dare to curse me!

However, before he could finish his words, there was a violent ups and downs in his chest, his face changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth again.

"Grandpa!" Chang Sui shouted worriedly, his face paler than that of Duke Wei, and his fingers trembled.

Hearing Chang Sui shouting like this, the already uneasy old doctor became even more panicked and his pupils contracted.

The three characters    "Kuo Gongye" mean that the patient's identity is a dignified national master, but it is not something that an ordinary doctor can offend.

The faces of the ya poor who were guarding outside were also delicate, and they exchanged glances secretly.

At this moment, I almost regretted why they were in this muddy water.

In this impetuous and restless atmosphere, Chu Yi and Gu Yanfei walked outside the elegant seat unhurriedly.

The two walked side by side, one was dressed in white, the other was dressed in black, the other was warm, and the other was free and easy.

The onlookers in the corridor could not help but back away from both sides, making way for them.

Seeing that someone was coming again, several yamen guarding the entrance of the elegant seat could not help frowning, and they wanted to drive them away.

"go…"

The head of the class slapped the scabbard horizontally, but he spit out a word when he was scolding someone, and then fell silent, his eyes fell on Chu Yi.

The young man in front of him is not as good as the weak crown, dressed in pure white clothes, but the jade belt with deer-carved white jade on his waist is extraordinary at first glance, and when he looks at his handsome face with a graceful smile, his gestures show a kind of feeling. Elegance without sacrificing elegance.

The head of the class has also met countless nobles in this huge capital. Compared with the young master in front of him, the prince and the fourth-rank guerrilla general seem to be lined with green leaves.

The alarm bell in the heart of the squad leader is a big one. There are noble people everywhere in the capital. It is not certain that this one is the prince and the son of the palace.

He silently retreated, gave the other yamen a wink, and let Chu Yi and Gu Yan fly into the private seat.

The two big living people walked into the elegant seat so openly, and it was impossible for Duke Wei and Murong Yong to not notice.

Murong Yong was not qualified to go to court and had never met the eldest prince, but Wei Wei, Duke of Wei, naturally knew it.

Duke Wei's blood-stained lips parted slightly, wanting to say that he was inconvenient to salute right now, but he was too weak, so he took a breath to lift it up, and Chu Yi said with concern, "Uncle, don't move."

"My friends and I came here to listen to the play, and when we heard the movement here, we came to see..."

"My friend is proficient in medicine, let her show her to 'uncle'."

"Uncle" is a general term, Murong Yong heard this unfamiliar white-clothed young man calling him, he just thought that the other party was a relative of Duke Wei's mansion, or a junior in a family of Duke Wei's family.

Duke Wei turned his head to look at Gu Yanfei feebly. Seeing that this thin, fair and gentle young man was at most fourteen or fifteen years old, eight words immediately came to his mind: No hair on his mouth, inability to handle affairs.

Gu Yanfei stood beside Chu Yi, looked at Duke Wei closely, and said bluntly, "You must have been injured when you were young."

Her words were not an inquiry, but an assertion.

The girl's voice was so clear that there was a hint of crispness, which caused everyone inside and outside the seat to be stunned, with a subtle expression.

Duke Wei was stunned for a moment, then looked at Gu Yanfei again, and saw that she had no Adam's apple, a soft face, and a thin body.

It doesn't matter if it's a man or a woman. In this great Jing Dynasty, who doesn't know that Wei Xu has fought on the battlefield for decades, and this general has never been injured!

Duke Wei pouted in disapproval, coughed twice with a pale face, and his body trembled like chaff.

Gu Yanfei didn't seem to see his contemptuous expression. He walked towards him with his hands behind his back, and continued: "It should be an arrow wound. The arrow entered from the lower abdomen and penetrated through the pelvis, which almost killed you."

Gu Yanfei's expression did not see the fear of the superior, nor the pity for him, as if he was facing an ordinary person.

The identity and status of Duke Wei is unattainable to others, but to her, she is just one of the many living beings.

"..." Duke Wei's turbid pupils shrank slightly with the words and sentences, and his eyes widened.

Even Murong Yong could see that this girl must have got it right.

Duke Wei wanted to say something again, and when the words reached his lips, he felt another throbbing pain in his body, his throat was salty, and a mouthful of blood was about to come out.

He hurriedly shut his mouth and could only nod stiffly.

This simple action seemed to cost him half of his life, his breathing stopped for a while, and it became weaker.

Gu Yanfei said again: "You are now relapsed from an old disease."

Hearing this, Murong Yong heaved a sigh of relief secretly, thinking to himself: If Duke Wei's old injury relapses, it has nothing to do with him.

Duke Wei looked at Gu Yanfei in disbelief.

This old injury he suffered more than 20 years ago left an arrow scar on his abdomen. Over the years, as he got older, his stomach got bigger, and there was no other serious discomfort.

Gu Yanfei flicked his sleeves lightly, and everyone only saw that her wide cuffs brushed against Duke Wei's wrist, and the **** seemed to press between his pulses, but they didn't seem to touch at all.

The black sleeves flashed, her hand has been withdrawn leisurely, she smiled faintly, and threw a few questions to Duke Wei:

"Do you often have nausea, bloating and abdominal pain after eating meals?"

"Is the abdomen a dull pain at first and then a dull pain?"

"Are there occasional blood in the stool?"

After asking a few questions, Principality of Wei turned pale, both shocked and embarrassed.

This girl is right. In the past, he only thought that it was because he was getting old and had a bad stomach. This is what the imperial doctor and the famous doctor in Beijing said. How could Duke Wei think that this was the same as him so many years ago. of old injuries.

Gu Yanfei stunned Duke Wei with just a few words.

At this time, when he looked at Gu Yanfei again, his eyes changed drastically.

From contempt to shock, to suspicion in the middle, to convincing at this moment.

This girl has such skills at a young age, she is absolutely extraordinary, is she a genius doctor specially recruited by the eldest prince to treat the emperor? ! Duke Wei secretly guessed in his heart.

Thinking, Duke Wei's breathing was slightly rapid, enduring the severe pain and discomfort, and looked at Chu Yi with difficulty, his eyes were deep.

The emperor was frail, and he has never stopped taking decoctions and medicines in these years. Since he ascended the throne at the beginning of the year, he has been busy with government affairs. From time to time, the Hall of Mental Cultivation and Dongnuan Pavilion also announces imperial doctors from time to time.

"Can it be cured?" Chu Yi's gentle and elegant voice came slowly.

Gu Yanfei didn't answer directly, and said lightly, "I have to do a calculation first." It was leisurely.

"..." Xiao Shi inexplicably heard the meaning of singing and singing from this simple conversation.

It was obvious that he was in the same group as Young Master and Miss Gu, but Xiao Shi often felt that he was being excluded.

Hearing Gu Yanfei's fortune-telling, Duke Wei, Murong Yong and others couldn't help but startled, suddenly realized, and thought: Is she a Taoist priest Huoju?

Because Emperor Taizu valued the real person of Tiangang, and named Taoism as the state religion, the Taoist priests in the Dajing Dynasty had a high status and Taoist doctors were popular. This Huoju Taoist priest is different from the Taoist monks in the Taoist temple who are monks.

Gu Yanfei took out the compass she made by herself from her sleeve, placed it in the palm of her hand, and gently poked the magnetic needle against the sun outside the window.

The magnetic needle spun, stopped after a while.

She said softly: "The Duke of the country has a number of Zhen hexagrams, occupying six or five hexagrams, for the Li hexagram, the tears are like Tuo Ruo, Qi 嗟 Ruo..."

Xiao Shi pretended to listen intently, but he didn't understand what Gu Yanfei said.

Duke Wei's chief was so anxious that he quickly asked Gu Yanfei, "This young master, can the prince be saved?"

(end of this chapter)