"It's not too early, I have to go and see the situation of the prince again." Fu Ruolan took advantage of Nan Yuchen's lack of attention and took her hand back.

Her usually cold hand was hot when Nan Yuchen touched it, and she felt a little nostalgic in her heart.

"Okay." Nan Yuchen stood up and sent Fu Ruolan away.

The two of them had a tacit understanding, and just by glancing at each other's eyes, they felt a lot more stable in their hearts.

After Fu Ruolan left, only Nan Yuchen was left in the room.

Since the emperor of Wuxi sent guards to strictly guard the Chengyang Palace, Nan Yuchen's subordinates secretly entered and exited the Chengyang Palace.

Nan Yuchen took advantage of the fact that there was no one at this time, so he went out of the Chengyang Hall to find his subordinates.

Fortunately, none of Nan Yuchen's men are ordinary people, but they can come and go freely in this deep palace without being discovered.

"Investigate if there are any suspicious people in the country of Ushi recently." After leaving Fu Ruolan, Nan Yuchen returned to his usual indifference, and his eagle-like eyes were a little sharp.

"Yes." The shadow vanished as if it had never appeared, and there was not even a trace of him in the air.

What Fu Ruolan said to himself just now, he remembered it all. I'm afraid that the people who came this time were not good, if they really came for Fu Ruolan, Nan Yuchen would definitely let them come and go.

"Yo, isn't this Nan Gongzi?"

Coincidentally, Du Yiyi was passing by in a sedan chair, and she saw Nan Yuchen in an instant.

She had a smile on her face, but she deliberately took it, her face was charming, and her eyes seemed to be able to seduce people's souls.

"Concubine Niangniang." Nan Yuchen clasped his fists and saluted Du Yi.

"Why are you alone in this place?" Du Yiyi said and covered his mouth with a handkerchief: "This palace is a big place, don't get lost."

"Concubine Xie cares, and the grass people know the way back." Nan Yuchen didn't look up, but Du Yiyi asked, and he replied.

asked a few words back and forth, and Nan Yuchen also answered them one by one. After asking a few times, not only did it seem boring, but it also seemed that the concubine and Dr. Nan had a lot to say.

"Ahem." Du Yiyi coughed lightly a few times: "There are still things in the palace, so I will leave first, and I will ask Dr. Nan to be sure to give the palace a safe pulse another day."

Intuition told Nan Yuchen that this Du Yiyi was too strange, but he still replied, "Yes."

Only then did Du Yiyi retract his gaze that must have been staring at Nan Yuchen, and said in a lazy voice: "Let's go."

The group left, and Nan Yuchen looked at Du Yiyi's back as he left, and his eyes narrowed.

He always felt that Du Yiyi's behavior was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

The woman seemed to be amiable, but she still had to be on guard.

Chengyang Palace

Fu Ruolan instructed everyone to wipe the prince's body with warm water and change into clean clothes.

Although the prince is unconscious now, he still has to make him comfortable.

This person has been in a hospital bed for a long time, and if he does not take good care of him, he will inevitably cause other discomfort.

Fu Ruolan checked the prince's body again, and found that it was still the same, and it really didn't get any better.

She pondered how to heal the prince, and finally came up with a solution.

The blood of those who have had the plague is the antidote, and if the prince is directly allowed to drink the blood, I am afraid that it will not be effective.

After thinking about it, Fu Ruolan felt that she could only use the silver needle as a tool to draw blood, and lead the blood of others to the prince's body.

This approach is risky, and whether it will work is another question.

Either way, in this situation, she still had to try.

Shennong has the courage to taste a hundred herbs, and Fu Ruolan, who is a doctor, can only dare to take risks.

As for the blood, Fu Ruolan found Menghua after thinking about it for a while.

"Would you like to?" Fu Ruolan told Menghua her thoughts.

Menghua felt a little scary at first hearing, after all, he wanted to draw blood from his body. But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that my life was saved by Fu Ruolan.

According to her thoughts, she is now in vain.

"Master, I do." Menghua nodded seriously.

"You've got it to think about." Fu Ruolan was reluctant to persecute Menghua, just thinking that she could really agree from the bottom of her heart.

Menghua nodded vigorously, with a righteous look on his face: "I have thought about it, and I am willing." Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, whether this person is the prince or anyone else, I am willing. ”

"It's just to use my blood, not to kill me." Menghua said this, but he was really scared in his heart.

Fu Ruolan patted Menghua's shoulder and encouraged, "Good job."

"The master only needs to take blood, and I will definitely cooperate with you." Menghua said firmly.

Fu Ruolan said soothingly: "Don't worry, I won't take too much, and I won't make you feel very painful." Do you believe me? ”

"In this world, the person I believe in the most is the master." Menghua told the truth.

Fu Ruolan's kindness to her was remembered by Menghua. Both of them are the kind of people who treat themselves well, and they treat them well.

The two of them treated each other frankly, but it made this master and servant have a deep affection.

Fu Ruolan was moved by Menghua's trust in herself, and held her hand for a long time without saying anything.

In the future, she will definitely treat Menghua well and prepare a thick dowry for Menghua.

For the sake of safety, Fu Ruolan prepared for another two days before starting to perform acupuncture.

"If there's anything uncomfortable in a while, you must tell me in time." Fu Ruolan told Menghua in advance that the process would take a bit long.

She would prick Menghua's wrist with a small hole with a silver needle, and it would feel like being bitten by an ant.

Then she would use the blood technique to channel Menghua's blood into the prince's body, and the time would be very slow.

Menghua's physical strength must be supported, and Fu Ruolan must also watch carefully throughout the whole process.

Because Menghua has already been mentally prepared, he is not afraid. Among the three of them, Fu Ruolan herself was still a little nervous.

But when it really started, Fu Ruolan was too focused and forgot about her nervousness.

Everything was as Fu Ruolan thought, so smooth. Half an hour is not a long time, but it is not a short time.

Menghua kept a movement that was not good at all, and the movements were stiff, Fu Ruolan had all her energy on the silver needle, and the whole person did not dare to relax a little.

When it was finally done, Fu Ruolan pulled out the silver needle between Menghua and the prince. He quickly bandaged the wounds of the two of them with gauze.

After all this was done, Fu Ruolan's body seemed to be hollowed out, and her exhausted body was paralyzed.