What is written here......

A smile suddenly appeared on Fu Ruolan's face, and then she looked at Old Lady Feng beside her with a flushed face.

"Old lady doctor, old lady doctor, I found it, I found it!"

Old Lady Feng was stunned for a moment, and then her complexion changed and she quickly came to Fu Ruolan's side.

Fu Ruolan opened the book in her hand, took it and handed it to Old Lady Feng.

Old Lady Feng had just come over, his cloudy eyes looked at the paper, and the handwriting on it was already a little blurry.

"Fever, purple, madness, serious illness, death......"

Old Lady Feng had just seen these words, and before he could take a closer look, Fu Ruolan had already withdrawn the book.

He wanted to know what the content was on it, but before he could speak, Fu Ruolan had already put the book in a wooden box and locked the book.

Seeing this, he didn't want to ask Fu Ruolan again, but his eyes looked straight at the wooden box that was locked by Fu Ruolan.

"This book is now the only way to save the prince, and you must take good care of this book." Fu Ruolan pretended not to notice Imperial Physician Feng's expression, and said to herself: "It's a pity that the words on this book are a little blurry, and we have to wait until the evening to repair it by the moonlight and use some special methods."

Imperial Physician Feng swallowed his saliva, his expression a little sneering.

He was afraid that Fu Ruolan would relieve the prince's poison in a short time, and he thought that he had to find a way to stop Fu Ruolan.

"Ahem." Imperial Physician Feng coughed lightly, and then said in his voice, which was a little hoarse due to old age: "Doctor Ruo, although you have found an ancient book, the old man thinks that it is better to think about it in the long run."

"After all, this monument is very old, and I don't know if it will be effective." Old Lady Feng moved out the identity of the prince again: "If the prince has a mistake, we can't afford it."

"Don't worry, no matter what happens, I'll take care of it." Fu Ruolan said this, but in her heart, she was thinking that if the prince died, I am afraid that you old thing would have to be buried with her.

Imperial Physician Feng pretended to be grateful, but he was still trying to slow down Fu Ruolan's pace: "If the doctor is so righteous, the old man is willing to bow down." It's just that the prince's disease needs to be cured slowly, so remember not to be too anxious. ”

Listening to what Old Lady Feng said, the corners of Fu Ruolan's lips hooked up a slight smile: "What you said is indeed reasonable, I will definitely remember it in my heart."

Old Lady Feng was slightly relieved when she saw that Fu Ruolan agreed.

"Imperial Doctor Feng, you have also worked hard, go back and rest quickly." Fu Ruolan saw that he had no intention of leaving at all, so she took the initiative to send off the guest.

Hearing this, Imperial Physician Feng's eyes fell on the wooden box again, and then he left.

Fu Ruolan's fingers lightly tapped on the wooden box, and then took out the so-called ancient book and threw it aside.

It's just bait for fishing, and then you can use this empty wooden box to invite you into the urn.

The real ancient book, the method of rescuing the prince has already been properly put away by Fu Ruolan.

As for the above content, Fu Ruolan has already read it.

She chuckled a little, and the thought of the Emperor of the Uthi Kingdom made her feel a little ridiculous.

Then the emperor of Bao Jue Nanxiang, I don't know if he will be willing to take it out to save his son the crown prince.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one at noon, the little eunuch who answered Fu Ruolan last time walked over with his head down.

After the prince was critically ill, there were more people serving the prince in the Chengyang Palace. In order to avoid being discovered, the little eunuch gave the letter to Fu Ruolan and left in a hurry.

Back in the room, Fu Ruolan touched the letter paper, and there seemed to be something small one by one.

Carefully unwrapping the letter paper and taking out a handful of crystal red beans, Fu Ruolan smiled.

She knew what Nan Yuchen meant, so she carefully took the red beans into the sachet she carried.

Knowing that Nan Yuchen was also thinking about himself, this made Fu Ruolan's heart feel a lot better.

But knowing that Nan Yuchen couldn't get to his side in time, he would always feel a little lost in his heart.

She glanced at the contents of the letter, and knew that he was also worried about the shop, so she could only silently pray in her heart that everything would go well.

Menghua often stayed by Fu Ruolan's side during this time, so as to fulfill the last of her master's and servant's intentions.

Fu Ruolan didn't feel anything unusual because of Menghua's real life experience, and the two of them got along the same as before.

At this time, Menghua came and brought Fu Ruolan a cup of red date soup: "Look at your master, you look like you, you are happy for a while and worried for a while, I want to come to Nangongzi and I won't be able to come back for a while."

Fu Ruolan was thin-skinned, and she was a little embarrassed to be said by Menghua like this.

The two of them often tease each other with this kind of thing, obviously both of them are thin-skinned, but they find it particularly interesting to tease each other.

"Menghua, if you talk about me again, I will go to Feng Ming and ask him to cure your clever mouth."

Hearing Fu Ruolan teasing herself, Menghua stuck out her tongue and made a naughty appearance. The sorrow that has gathered on his face in the past few days has also dissipated a lot.

During this time, both of them lost a lot of weight, and the competition for the position of emperor made Menghua a little haggard.

Since he chose to support a certain prince, he had to stick to it to the end.

If you lose this battle, there is only one end, and that is death.

Fu Ruolan is trying to find out the people in the shadows, and she doesn't choose to stand in any team.

Her purpose now is nothing more than Jue Nan Xiang and using her own medical skills to save the dead and help the injured.

Fu Ruolan looked at the ancient book in her hand, and the prescription mentioned in this ancient book was a little different from her thoughts, so Fu Ruolan was a little hesitant in her heart, whether to prescribe medicine according to the ancient book.

"It's just that this medicine is too strong."

Fu Ruolan rubbed the corners of her eyebrows, and the expression on her face became more and more solemn.

What is said in the ancient books is to fight poison with poison, and it is necessary to take fast medicine and fierce medicine to cure this disease.

It's just that the prince's body has become weak because of the plague, and if he comes to the fierce medicine at this time, I'm afraid that the prince won't be able to resist it at all.

Fu Ruolan took a long breath, although this recipe can't be used for the time being, it can be regarded as giving her a direction.

In any case, the disease must be controlled first.

Fu Ruolan wrote a prescription, and then handed it to the eunuch who was guarding it: "You take this prescription to the imperial pharmacy, from grabbing the medicine to decocting the medicine, your eyes are not allowed to leave the prescription, and you are not allowed to leave the frying pan and the decoction, understand?" ”

The little eunuch looked at Fu Ruolan's eyes, and then nodded.

The little eunuch turned to look at the prince on the hospital bed, and then ran quickly in the direction of the imperial pharmacy.

He understood that he was the prince's person, and if the prince really died unfortunately, he, as the prince's personal eunuch, would definitely not benefit from anything.

Most of them were eventually assigned to the Servitude Division, where they died after half their lives.

The crown prince cannot die.