Bang la blah.

Countless folds were scattered from the table, and the emperor took the inkstone and slammed it on the steps below: "What is he, Lin Yunshen?" Ah, a small military department book, not given by me, actually ran to my house to point fingers, he Lin Yunshen is a fart. ”

The emperor gasped heavily: "If it weren't for the events of the year and the friendship of the year, this Lin Yun and Shen Zhen would have killed him a long time ago, didn't he just block me with a knife and fall disabled?" I really don't know what he's been doing all these years? If only others had died hundreds, thousands, thousands of times. ”

The big eunuch didn't dare to squeak, the emperor didn't vent like this once or twice, Lin Yunshen has always relied on his identity as a hero to be unruly, and it hasn't been a day or two since he formed a party in private, but the emperor has endured it all the time.

It is estimated that this time Lin Yunshen is in danger.

After the emperor scolded twice, he sat down on the dragon chair and gasped for breath: "Find out who spread the news of the prince's serious illness, and kill him directly." ”

"Yes."

Fu Ruolan looked at the prince's face, and layers of strange lines appeared on the skin along the blood vessels.

"Come on!"

The doctors quickly ran in from outside, and there was no time to taunt at this time, saying meaningless and unnutritious words.

"Is this gangrene?"

Fu Ruolan's eyes lit up and looked at the older imperial doctor: "Do you know what kind of disease this is?" ”

The old lady doctor nodded, and shook his head again: "I have only seen this disease in an ancient book, saying that it is a blood problem, the lesion is not fixed, and it flows along the blood, and it can not be cleared up, just like the gangrene of the appendage, the main thing is that the disease will form a large area of purple spots, when the purple spots are full of invasion of the heart, this person will definitely die." ”

Fu Ruolan frowned and said quickly, "Is there any cure?" ”

The old lady doctor shook her head: "No, there is no record of treatment in any book, it just says that those who are sick have no life." ”

Fu Ruolan took a slow breath, and she turned her head to look at the prince again: "The old lady doctor, please find another ancient book, if there are other medical books that are recorded, it is the best, so I will bring them over, it's troublesome." ”

The old lady doctor glanced at Fu Ruolan: "I don't know what kind of prescription Dr. Ruo has?" ”

Fu Ruolan shook her head: "No, but the most important thing now is to alleviate the condition first, you must hang the prince in one breath, and the rest is to take your life with the king of Hades." ”

The old lady doctor nodded, and then beckoned all the doctors to leave, and walked quickly towards the hospital.

The corners of one of the imperial doctors grinned, and he said with a chuckle: "Hmph, isn't she Fu Ruolan powerful?" What kind of miracle doctor is a woman called, isn't she helpless this time? ”

When the old lady doctor heard this, he suddenly turned his head, he looked at the man coldly, and then turned his head and swept over everyone: "Colleagues, this time the prince is seriously ill, the fault is not if the doctor is alone, we are the hospital, it is our incompetence that makes a woman so dazzling, if the prince unfortunately dies, our hospital will have no face, and it is not impossible to even be killed." ”

The old lady shook her sleeves and continued: "So, please try your best to find ancient books, or other useful things, even if it is a clue, thank you." ”

"Lord Feng said with a smile, I'll do my best."

"Yes, my lord, let's go, I seem to vaguely remember where I saw a book, it seems that there is a record of gangrene."

After speaking, a group of people walked into the hospital quickly, and only one person was left with a cloudy face, and he sneered and walked in.

Fu Ruolan has already prescribed a prescription, and all kinds of medicinal materials are life-saving and life-prolonging, but fortunately, this disease has not become as fast as it started since the prince fell asleep.

Coupled with Fu Ruolan's prescription, she only hoped to prolong the time of the prince's illness and strive to figure out a way for herself.

But......

Can I really figure it out?

Fu Ruolan lowered her eyes, and a tired look appeared on her face.

Fu Ruolan returned to her room, she flipped through the few medical books she had brought with her, there was no record of gangrene on them, as if the disease had never existed.

Fu Ruolan tugged at her hair in pain, she had forgotten, forgotten how long she had been, she had never encountered such a clueless and helpless disease.

Fu Ruolan knew, knew that she was scared and trembling.

She was afraid that the prince would die at her own hands.

Fu Ruolan took a deep breath, and suddenly remembered Wen Mingxu's figure: "If he is here at this time, it will be fine." ”

Thinking of this, Fu Ruolan looked at the rice paper in front of her and the brush in her hand, and finally couldn't help but write.

The content of the letter was nothing more than Fu Ruolan's doubts about her medical skills, as well as various worries, and when she knew the end, she euphemistically wrote her thoughts about Wen Mingxu.

“…… My mother was bullied, and you said that you couldn't come back to help me? If you don't come back now, don't come back again. ”

Fu Ruolan put down the pen in her hand, and without looking at it again, she directly stuffed it into the letterbox, and then hung it on the carrier pigeon.

"Excuse me, I've found Wen Mingxu, and if you can, say hello to him on my behalf."

The snow-white dove cooed and flew into the sky.

Fu Ruolan looked at the flying pigeons, looked at the blue sky, and the panic on her face disappeared little by little, and then showed firmness.

Fu Ruolan chuckled and shook her head, thinking that she was really ridiculous, and she would actually shake her faith.

At this time, Menghua walked in from outside, holding the food box in her hand, looking at Fu Ruolan's figure and putting it on the table with a smile: "Let's eat something first." ”

Fu Ruolan nodded, took out a piece of jujube cake from it and stuffed it into her mouth, and muttered, "What do you say is going on with this disease, is it a change of the plague, or is it infected with other diseases." ”

Menghua didn't speak, just sat quietly aside.

Because she knew that Fu Ruolan was just talking to herself, just to think.

Fu Ruolan picked up another piece of jujube cake: "Spotted, spotted, spotted, I have never heard of this disease before, although I have never thought I am well-read, but I really have no impression of this disease at all." ”

"Blood? Blood, is it some kind of parasite? Or what? ”

Fu Ruolan looked at the crimson jujube cake in her hand, her frowning brows became tighter and tighter, and finally she stuffed a whole piece into her mouth, and then ran out of the room.

Fu Ruolan thought as she ran: "Maybe the prince doesn't necessarily have a disease, but what if it's poison?" ”

Fu Ruolan gasped heavily, and didn't have time to rest, so she hurriedly grabbed the prince's wrist, the slender fingers had turned purple, and they looked hideous and terrifying.

Fu Ruolan took out a silver needle and stabbed it at the prince's fingertips.

Blood flowed out, some black, some purple.