In the year of the six hundred and fifty-first year of the Kingdom of Yun, on the fifteenth day of April

Xia Wanqing's eyes are like the water at the bottom of the well, without a trace of waves.

The pale lip color made the wound on the face hideous and terrifying.

She didn't make a sound, her eyes looked straight above her, full of hatred, but swallowed deep in her stomach.

Now that I am hanging from a branch on a cliff, I can feel a few broken ribs, and I can clearly feel the reptiles squirming back and forth on my face and body.

After the horror and fear, there is only deep resentment.

A delicate and bright red dress was blown by the wind on the cliff and mountain stream.

The sound of "pop ......" branches breaking is clear in my ears.

The corners of Xia Wanqing's lips pulled out a smile of painful relief, but the memory floated on that person's body.

April 14

Xia Wanqing came out of the dilapidated house in a plain white dress with a half-covered veil.

Her forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and her complexion under the veil was a little sleepy.

April is warm and cold, and everything recovers and blooms, which is beautiful, but it also brings the torture of illness.

In the western suburbs of Yundu, there are several families infected with wind disease, and the spread is extremely fast.

"Miss, please go home." The petite and smiling maid said to Xia Wanqing, but there was a hint of disdain in her eyes.

Xia Wanqing doesn't care about this, she is a casual person, follows her own nature, and doesn't value the ideas of outsiders.

Thinking that the person was waiting for her, her tired complexion eased a little, and said, "I'll pack my things and come." ”

After a few words of advice to the poor man, he followed the maid, who, when she saw her, pursed her lips and helped her into the carriage.

Faintly, Su Wan heard the woman's cry for help in the carriage, although it was very small and far away, but she did hear it.

"Pomegranate, it looks like someone is calling for help, do you hear me?" Xia Wanqing glanced at the maid beside her uncertainly.

"Miss Xu heard wrong, we walked out of the village in the western suburbs, there are no people around here, Miss must be tired, let's rest for a while."

Xia Wanqing's heart beat inexplicably, her breathing was not smooth, and she opened the curtains to see nothing else except the mountains full of greenery.

Are you really tired?

But the voice was clear.

Xia Wanqing took out a mint leaf from the box next to her, and the pomegranate watched her eat it, her expression full of smiles.

In a short time, they had already arrived at the Gu Mansion.

Walking through the winding corridor, smelling a touch of peach blossoms, I saw a man in a blue robe standing at the entrance of the house and looking at him gently, my heart beat unnaturally.

"Jing Fan, what's so anxious." Xia Wanqing looked at Gu Jingfan's deep brows, and asked cautiously in her heart.

"Recently, Yundu has been sick, and several families have been infected. Wanqing, I don't want you to go out again. Gu Jingfan took Xia Wanqing's hand and said gently.

"What, you're hurt?" Looking at the wound on Su Wan's hand, Gu Jingfan frowned, and his warm face turned cold.

"It's not in the way, I was scratched when I went to the eastern suburbs to collect medicine in the morning."

Speaking of this, Xia Wanqing's face was a little strange.

When I went to the eastern suburbs in the morning, a panicked woman grabbed herself and shouted for help, but I don't know why, when she wanted to ask, the woman ran away in a hurry, and her hand was scratched at that time.

What's even more strange is that on the way back from taking the herbs, a fortune teller passed by her and looked at her and sighed with pity.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, life and death are exchanged."

Eight words, but it made her uneasy.

She stepped forward to ask, but the master just smiled slightly, pointed to the sky, shook his head and left.

For a while, Xia Wanqing felt that her chest was very tight, she couldn't breathe, and her hand was secretly on her pulse, but she couldn't see anything.

"I know you care about your patients, and I feel sorry for you, why don't you hand over the Fanghua medical records to me, and I will let Doctor Liu study, so that more people can be rescued, and you can't do so much alone, you see...... You've lost weight lately. ”

Gu Jingfan said softly, and reached out to Xia Wanqing's face and pinched a somewhat emaciated face.

"No, the Fanghua Medical Record was given to me by the master, so I can keep it for a good time." Wanqing listened to Jing Fan's words and retorted.

He raised his head again to look at Gu Jingfan's eyes, and whispered unnaturally: "No, Fanghua Medical Record is very important to me." ”

"If I say, if you hand it over, I can accompany you to practice medicine and save people, are you willing?"

Gu Jingfan smiled slightly, pulled Xia Wanqing into his arms distressedly, and looked at Su Wan's clear eyes with starry eyes.

Xia Wanqing raised her head and looked at Gu Jingfan incredulously, hesitating in her heart.

Fanghua Medical Record is an ancient and extinct medical book, which records a variety of incurable diseases, meridian acupuncture, herbs, poisonous herbs, and poisonous herbs.

If someone has a heart to take it, learn the poison inside, or take the wrong needle or use the wrong medicine, it is a matter of human life.

"You don't believe me?" A glimmer of light flashed in Gu Jingfan's eyes, looking at Xia Wanqing's hesitation, and even more so.

"No...... I, I believe you...... I'll go and get it to you. ”

Xia Wanqing thought that if it was handed over to the doctor, it should not be an accident, and Fanghua Medical Record could save more people, so she shouldn't be selfish.

She turned back into the house, only to miss a moment of smugness when she looked back.

When she took the Fanghua medical record and handed it to Gu Jingfan again, Gu Jingfan was no longer in a warm posture, but a little cold, and the cold made her a little frightened.

"You wait for me."

The faint words were a little alienated, which inexplicably made Xia Wanqing a little uneasy, and finally saw the eagerness in Gu Jingfan's eyes, Xia Wanqing secretly wondered if she was too careful.

The anxiety, anticipation, and the detached look kept Xia Wanqing awake all night, and when she was sleepy and gradually falling asleep, an eager voice shouted.

"Miss Xia has an accident, Miss Xia has an accident, those families in the western suburbs of the capital are dead, go and take a look." The maid's hurried voice made Xia Wanqing wake up instantly, and she hurriedly sat up but found that her head was a little dizzy.

"Miss Xia, this is mint water, adults are afraid that your body will not be able to bear it, so I need to prepare it for the slave maid."

When she said this, the maid looked up at her a few times, and it was not until she drank it that she was relieved, and when she went to see Xia Wanqing again, she had more pity.

Xia Wanqing drank water, hurriedly put on her clothes, took the medicine box, and got into the carriage.

When she rushed to the houses in the southern suburbs, she found that everyone was watching from afar, and when she got in, and when she opened the silver needle and was about to pierce the acupuncture points in the meridians, she found that the patient's face was blue and black, which was a symptom of poisoning.

"Sister, Daddy is convulsing after drinking this medicine." A skinny child said with a medicine in his hand.

Xia Wanqing took the medicine, smelled the smell carefully, and was surprised to find that there was a few more dollars in Banxia inside.