Xia Yu took out the melodica that the reader had given him and handed it to Lin Fu.

Lin Fu looked at a small cuboid flat box, but the length of a palm, with two rows of holes on one side, and asked abruptly, "What is this?" ”

Of course, the ancients didn't know what a melodica was, so Xia Yu demonstrated it to Lin Fu and played a song "Breaking the Formation". Lin Fu was happy: "My God, this is actually a musical instrument, I really like it." "He couldn't put it down.

"Xia Yu, although I like this instrument very much, but the prince, if I let Wei Zheng go, he will definitely blame me. Let me reconsider this matter. ”

Enduring the pain, Lin Fu pushed the melodica to Xia Yutai: "No merit is not punished, Xia Yu, you can take it first." ”

The two were talking here, and someone came to report: "Lord Lin, it's not good, Wei Zheng is bedridden, and he can't live anymore." ”

"Let's go, let's go and see."

The group came to the side courtyard, Lin Fu was also from a poor family, and Wei Zheng had an outstanding reputation in the local area, so he did not embarrass Wei Zheng and locked him in a room in the side courtyard, with a special servant woman to take care of him.

Seeing Lin Fu, the servant woman greeted her: "My lord, Lord Wei was fine two days ago, but today for some reason, he is bedridden and dying." I have asked the servant to inform you quickly. ”

"Go get a doctor!" Lin Fu explained.

Xia Yu smiled and said, "Lord Lin, you don't need to ask for a doctor, this is the high-level apprentice flower girl who is the divine doctor." She was able to diagnose it. ”

"Please also ask the divine doctor to quickly diagnose and treat Lord Wei!" Lin Fu's voice was flustered.

Entering Wei Zheng's room, in late spring, the weather was so hot that everyone was wearing jackets, and Wei Zheng's room was lit with a stove and covered with three quilts. The servant woman wiped her tears: "A good person, how to say that he is sick, he will become like this immediately." ”

"Master Wei, I'm here to diagnose you."

Wei Zheng's mind was quite clear, and he stretched out a hand from the quilt. Hua Qing'er pressed his pulse, and when he was diagnosed, he couldn't stop coughing.

Shaking her hand in front of Wei Zheng, Hua Qing'er asked, "Lord Wei, can you see my hand?" ”

Wei Zheng said: "I can't see, I'm blind." ”

"Lord Wei, but when he was an official, he occasionally had this symptom at night?"

Wei Zheng nodded: "Hmm." ”

Hua Qing'er's face was solemn, and she put her hand on Wei Zheng's forehead again, feeling extremely cold, she shook her head and called Lin Fu and Xia Yu aside.

"Lord Lin, with all due respect, Lord Wei's blood is broken. In two days, Lord Wei had blood in his stool and vomited blood, even if my master came, it would be impossible to save him again. ”

Xia Yu immediately understood that the so-called "blood is bad" is actually scurvy. This was another incurable disease in ancient times, and the fatality rate was very high. He can solve the problem that the divine doctor can't solve, which Lin Fu must never let Lin Fu know.

"Lord Lin, since Lord Wei is hopeless. Let him go with us, and you can go back to the prince on an errand." ”

Lin Fu kept an eye on it, and sent someone to invite three famous doctors to diagnose it, and the results were the same, so he relented: "Since the matter has come to this, I have no choice but to report it to the prince truthfully." His eyes were staring at Xia Yu's arms, still thinking about Xia Yu's melodica.

"My lord, it's useless for me to hold this meloca, so I'll give it to you."

"How can this be?" On the surface, he grabbed the melodica and didn't let go, and after some humbleness, Lin Fu finally accepted it.

After hiring a carriage, Xia Yu and Hua Qing'er carried Wei Zheng and headed towards Yaowang Peak.

Wei Zheng leaned weakly against the wall of the carriage, his eyes were not focused, and he looked more decadent and decadent.

"Lord Wei......" Xia Yu called him carefully.

"Actually, it's okay to be sick, I finally see clearly that the roots of Da Sui are broken. When I die, I'm sure I'll just be a joke. ”

What made Wei Zheng desperate more than death was the harm done to him by the Great Sui, and he was determined to help the Great Sui regain the glory of the emperor's rule, but the result was an unjustified disaster. Wei Zheng's heart died.

"I, Wei Zheng, am a loyal minister, a minister, hehe, it's just a joke. I'm only thirty and three years old, and I'm really unwilling. Wei Zheng smiled bitterly.

Hua Qing'er accompanied her to tears: "Uncle Wei, I can't cure your strange illness, my master may have a way." ”

While talking, the carriage stopped, and the two helped Wei Zheng to the mountain.

Sun Simiao saw that Wei Zheng was covered with a thick two-layer quilt, sickly, approached Wei Zheng's pulse in front of him, and said in a trembling voice: "Wei You, why did you get such a strange disease?" ”

Wei Zheng looked away and said with a smile: "Old man Sun, it's a pity that I can't see it now." When I'm gone, that game of chess will kill you and you will lose your armor! ”

Sun Simiao was sad and said with a forced smile: "When you get better, I have to let you see my chess skills, and if you don't lose the whole game, I won't call Sun Simiao." ”

Both laughed at the same time.

Wei Zheng asked rhetorically: "Old man Sun, do you think my illness can still be saved?" ”

Sun Simiao cried like a child, jumped to his feet and pointed to the sky: "God, you just don't have long fucking eyes, such a good official, why did you let him leave suddenly?" ”

"Old man Sun, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky. Why complain about God's injustice. Wei Zheng could see it, but came over to comfort Sun Simiao. The four of them went into Sun Simiao's room, and Xia Yu and Hua Qing'er arranged for Wei Zheng to sleep on the bed.

Hua Qing'er was still red-eyed: "Master, no matter what, we can't let Uncle Wei die like this, we must think of a way." ”

Sun Simiao patted the back of Hua Qing'er's hand: "Qing'er, don't worry, your master is here!" ”

"I'll sleep first, I'm too sleepy." Xia Yu went to sleep first.

In his sleep, he smelled a fishy sweet smell, as if it was blood. Xia Yu was clever, turned over from the bed, looked out, Wei Zheng was soaked in a large wooden barrel, Hua Qing'er sat on the small bench opposite, stretched out her wrist, and a bamboo tube was inserted in her wrist, and the other end of the bamboo tube was inserted into Wei Zheng's wrist.

Sun Simiao was sticking silver needles into the heads of the two of them, coughing from time to time, making them look even older.

"What are you doing here?" Xia Yu exclaimed.

Sun Simiao glared at him with stern eyes, as if he was blaming him for speaking out.

The more Xia Yu looked at it, the more frightened he became, this seemed to be the great method of blood exchange recorded in ancient medical books, exchanging the blood between the two to achieve the purpose of curing the disease. This method is definitely not feasible, and the risk is also very great, and the blood type between the two people is not matched, which will cause great trouble.

Thinking of this, Xia Yu took an arrow step and pulled out the bamboo pipe between the two.

"Xia Yu, what are you doing here? Seeing that the blood exchange is about to begin, why are you stopping it?! Sun Simiao was extremely angry. Hua Qing'er and Wei Zheng fainted at the same time, unconscious.