"Since Menghua's condition is still not improving, then I won't bother Dr. Ruo's diagnosis and treatment, and I will leave. In the next few days, I will continue to rely on Dr. Ruo. An Mo smiled and hugged Fu Ruolan with a fist, and then fanned the folding fan in his hand and walked away.

Mu Lei in the distance saw that An Mo had already left, and Feng Ming was still staying with Fu Ruolan, so he must not need him anywhere now, so he also turned around and left the side courtyard.

The people in the courtyard never noticed that Mu Lei was also in the courtyard, as if he had never stepped into this courtyard.

Feng Ming thought for a while and didn't leave, and after watching An Mo's figure disappear when he left the gate of the side courtyard, he said to Fu Ruolan: "Then please ask Doctor Ruo to allow me to enter the house to visit Menghua's situation, I am still a little worried about her in my heart." ”

Fu Ruolan smiled and happily agreed, "This is naturally possible, you can come in with me." ”

So Feng Ming followed Fu Ruolan to Menghua's sickbed. Seeing that Menghua was still frowning, and his face was the same as before, he knew that Menghua's condition had not improved.

Feng Ming asked Fu Ruolan, who was observing Menghua, with an anxious face: "Is there a diagnosis and treatment for Menghua's illness at present?" ”

Fu Ruolan sank her eyes, shook her head and replied to Feng Ming: "I have tried all the methods I can use, but it is still difficult to work, Menghua's illness is really difficult to deal with. ”

Fu Ruolan gently rubbed Menghua's forehead with the back of her hand, her forehead was still hot like fire, her lips were blue, and the high fever was difficult to fade away for several days.

Feng Ming asked Fu Ruolan with anxious eyes, "Has Menghua's fever subsided?" ”

Fu Ruolan sighed, her voice was a little hoarse, and she slowly spoke: "Menghua has a high fever for several days, and I used several fever-reducing drugs to pour her, but it didn't have any effect. ”

Fortunately, there are maids who apply towels to Menghua's face every day, and often cool her down appropriately, so that she can barely maintain the status quo. But if you can't find a cure for a long time, once the disease is delayed. Menghua is bound to be sick to the bone marrow, and the gods will be difficult to save at that time. Fu Ruolan continued worriedly.

Feng Ming felt a pain in his heart when he heard this, and said dejectedly: "Menghua really can't pass this level?" ”

When Fu Ruolan saw Feng Ming's appearance, she vaguely thought of something in her heart, and asked: "I heard that there is a legendary location called Lingxu Palace, where the medical skills are broad and profound, and have the ability to bring the dead back to life, does General Feng know about this place?" Legend has it that if you can get the protection of the Spirit Void Palace, why worry about the plague. ”

"Lingxu Palace? It is not clear where the Spirit Void Palace is, and this legend is a legend after all, how can it be believed to be true casually. If there is no place, it will delay Menghua. ”

Feng Ming didn't really believe in such legends.

Fu Ruolan's heart that had been hanging for a long time let go of half of it, it seemed that the Fengming in front of her had no relationship with the Lingxu Palace, it seemed that she was too worried.

Fu Ruolan smiled and sighed that she was too cautious and cautious, and no one told her to believe it, just like a frightened bird.

After a day in a hurry, as Menghua's condition became more serious, Fu Ruolan slowly began to get anxious.

To say that her medical skills can be regarded as ranking among doctors, and after the cultivation of the Spirit Void Palace and the ability to teach her mother's past experience, she is helpless now.

With such a powerful plague, the things behind it are not simple, Fu Ruolan pondered.

At night, the surroundings are quiet, and occasionally the sound of the street is heard.

At this time, in An Mo's room, a tall man dressed in black, wearing a black scarf, and wearing a night robe was talking to An Mo.

An Mo's expression was solemn, and he lowered his voice and said to the man: "Have you caught the thief in the infighting?" ”

The man in the night clothes also whispered to An Mo respectfully and replied, "I haven't caught it yet." At that time, that person used the martial arts of the Lingxu Palace, and our brother found his traces and pursued him closely, but he accidentally caught the man's way, broke many brothers, and finally let him escape under his nose. ”

This man in black is An Mo's subordinate in the Baiyun Gang, and he obeys his arrangement on weekdays.

Hearing the answer of the man in black, An Mo was amazed, frowned, and asked, "Oh, how many brothers have been injured?" ”

The man in black frowned, as if with a sad expression, and said, "One dead and five wounded, and the injured brother is still healing." The people of the Spirit Void Palace are too insidious and cunning, and our brothers are no match for them. ”

An Mo looked at the man in black and sighed deeply, comforting the man in black, "To heal the injured brothers and comfort the families of the dead brothers, I must give them a sufficient amount of settling-in expenses, so that the brothers will have a good time." ”

The man in black nodded silently, tilted his head to the side, and no longer looked directly at An Mo, as if to hide the sadness in his eyes.

An Mo saw his sadness, "Now is not the time to be sad, you should discuss what to do next." ”

After all, An Mo is the left protector, and the more time he comes, the more he should play a role in stabilizing the overall situation, instead of indulging in unnecessary sadness.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered one thing again, "Is the Right Protector currently in the gang?" ”

The man in black straightened his face and replied a little coldly: "If the Right Dharma Protector could be present at that time, how could he allow that young person to succeed, let alone let that person hurt an elder!" ”

An Mo stared at the candle flames jumping on the table, and the man in black also looked in the direction of his gaze, An Mo sighed in his heart whether there was still hope for the future of the White Cloud Gang.

If the Baiyun Gang is gone, where should the brothers in the gang go, is it difficult to disperse like this?

At this time, An Mo couldn't help but think of Fu Ruolan he had met in the past few days, this woman suddenly appeared in Wuxi Country.

And according to her words, she has never been to this country, and she also holds a seal that symbolizes the identity of the leader of the White Cloud Gang.

What is the purpose of Fu Ruolan's coming here?

In his previous words, An Mo learned that Fu Ruolan didn't know anything about what happened to the Baiyun Gang, and he was ignorant of the gang's affairs to such an extent.

And she knows very little about the usual affairs of the gang, and she has to consult him in many ways, and it is not yet known whether her appearance as the gang leader will be a blessing or a curse for the Baiyun Gang.

In fact, looking at Fu Ruolan's beautiful face, such a beautiful woman should have lived a pampered life, living in a high-gate mansion and waiting for Ruyi Langjun to marry.

Now that she is forced to be involved in this kind of gang fighting, how should she deal with herself, An Mo is unknown, and Fu Ruolan herself is even more unknown.

If An Mo had learned about Fu Ruolan's past experience, I am afraid he would not have thought so much like he did today.

The next day, the sun was shining, and An Mo, who was yawning and stretching his waist, saw Feng Ming not far away walking towards him with a pair of big black circles under his eyes.

An Mo stepped forward and patted Feng Ming's shoulder and said, "Why didn't you sleep well last night, could it be that you are thinking about your Menghua all night?" ”