Under the scissors of the middle-aged Taoist priest, Yang Shuang's shirt was quickly taken off for many years, and he usually couldn't see anything, but when he took off his clothes, his whole body was full of bulging muscles, and many places left a lot of scars, these scars were undoubtedly left by Yang Shuang's battles over the years.

The middle-aged Taoist priest carefully checked Yang Shuang's body, and even a scar was not missed, if it weren't for the fact that there were so many people watching in the room, and suddenly bumped into it, I am afraid that it would have to be misunderstood that this person has a special hobby, and several imperial doctors watching behind him looked at each other, and one of them couldn't help but ask: "What is he doing?" ”

Several imperial doctors shook their heads, they thought that their medical skills were the best, and they had always looked down on folk doctors, but in the morning everyone took turns to interrogate, and the middle-aged Taoist priests were all fluent, so they were convinced.

"Stupid, this is to check the injuries of His Royal Highness King Wei."

Several people were furious, turned their heads to look at the voice that scolded them, and couldn't help but be stunned, it turned out that it was the Taoist priest who came with the emperor last night who spoke, although the imperial doctors didn't know Guangyuan before, but they still remembered the fact that Guangyuan dared to invite the emperor out of the Weiwang room last night, and immediately shut up.

It's just that a few imperial doctors couldn't help muttering in their hearts, last night this Guangyuan clearly said that His Royal Highness King Wei's illness was a cat demon, and today he didn't object to seeing the prince ask someone for treatment.

Guangyuan was also very curious about the new Taoist priest, so many people had not found out the cause of King Wei, he really wanted to see if someone would really diagnose it, he was even more curious about what kind of disease King Wei had, anyway, Lian Dan was just pretending. He simply squeezed in.

"Sure enough!" The middle-aged Taoist priest who was diagnosing Yang Shuang stopped and pressed his finger on a scar on Yang Shuang's ground.

Everyone stared closely at the place where the Taoist priest's fingers were pressed, as if there was some rare treasure hidden under the Taoist priest's fingers, but they couldn't see anything.

"The Dao Chief, but he has discovered His Royal Highness King Wei's illness?" Liu Hu couldn't hold his breath and hurriedly asked, and the others also stared at the middle-aged Taoist priest, waiting for him to answer.

The middle-aged Taoist priest had no joy on his face, looked at Yang Yong and said, "His Royal Highness the Prince." Poor Dao wants to return to His Highness alone. ”

Yang Yong looked at several imperial doctors with eager faces. waved his hand: "Everyone, Aiqing go down first." ”

Several imperial doctors were not happy. But he didn't dare to disobey Yang Yong's order, Guangyuan grinded, I don't know whether it should go down or not, Liu Hu stood beside Yang Yong, but he didn't move, and in the end, in addition to Yang Yong, there were only Liu Hu and Guangyuan in the room. Two of the gossip servants were also kicked out.

The Taoist priest still looked at Liu Hu and Guangyuan with his eyes, and motioned for them to go out, but Yang Yong stopped: "They don't need it, the palace believes in them, and the Taoist has something to say." ”

"Well, since His Highness commanded it, then the poor road will be said. King Wei is not sick. It's poisoning! ”

"Poisoned?" The words of the Taoist priest were like a shock, so that Yang Yong couldn't come back to his senses, if he was poisoned. There are so many imperial doctors and Tan Chong, why can't Guangyuan find out?

"Your Highness, please see." The middle-aged Taoist priest removed the fingers that were pressing on Yang Shuang's skin, Yang Yong's eyes widened, he saw nothing here except a scar, Guangyuan and Liu Hu hurriedly stretched their necks, they saw no more ground than Yang Yong.

Seeing Yang Yong's dazed face, the middle-aged Taoist priest picked up Yang Yong's right hand and put it on Yang Shuang's scar: "Your Highness can touch it, what is the difference between it and normal skin." ”

"Well, it's a little hard." Yang Yong replied, however, it is normal for the scar to be a little hard, Yang Yong felt it carefully, and finally felt that it was still different from the normal scar, Yang Shuang's scar should be an arrow wound, due to the protective effect of the Great Sui armor, the arrow wound was not deep, and the scar was only a shallow mark the size of a finger, but Yang Yong felt a small lump the size of a soybean on the side of the scar, which was not in the middle of the scar, and it was much smaller than the scar.

Yang Yong lowered his head and carefully examined the hard lump he felt under his fingers, Yang Shuang's normal skin was white, and the scar was slightly black, this soybean-sized hard fast was not only slightly black, but also mixed with a hint of red, if you were not very careful, it would be easy to be covered by the black of the scar itself.

"This is where the poisoning goes?" Yang Yong's whole face was gloomy and terrifying, since Yang Shuang was poisoned, who was so bold as to dare to poison King Wei.

The Taoist priest nodded: "Exactly." ”

"What kind of poison is this? Can the Taoist be healed? Yang Yong stared at the Taoist priest nervously, it was not too late to investigate Yang Shuang's poisoning, and the key now was how to revive Yang Shuang.

"Back to Your Highness, this is a kind of Gu poison, from the southern mountains and forests, Poor Dao has treated three patients in the south, I am really ashamed, I have only saved one person."

"Gu poison." Yang Yong couldn't help but shudder, and his mind flashed back to the description of Gu in the martial arts of his previous life, on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival, the Gu maker cleaned up his home, ate vegetarian, knelt in front of the ancestral god and prayed to the ghosts and gods, and then put the twelve most poisonous things into the big urn jar and buried them in the main hall, those poisonous insects devoured each other in the urn, and finally there was only one left, the Gu maker pierced his fingertips, and fed this Gu worm every day with the blood of his heart, and after a few years of Gu Cheng, this Gu became the natal Gu of the Gu maker, and it could be based on the mind of the Gu maker, Traveling thousands of miles, killing people invisibly, Gu is in people, and Gu is dead.

Of course, Yang Yong didn't believe that there were really thousands of miles away and that killing people was invisible, but he still felt creepy when he thought of Gu.

"Your Highness, Gu poison is difficult to treat, one is that the wound is small and cannot be easily discovered, and the other is that the toxicity is mixed, a combination of multiple toxins, it is too difficult to use medicine, and the poor Dao is not sure, so I can only try it hard."

"Okay, please also ask the Taoist chief to heal immediately, no matter what medicinal materials are needed, this palace will definitely help the Taoist to get it, however, there is one thing that still needs the help of the Taoist chief, and the matter of Gu poison in the king of Wei is also requested to be kept secret, this palace does not want to cause chaos in the capital."

The art of witchcraft has been recorded since the Qin and Han dynasties, and the Han law stipulates that if the Gu worms raised in the house have been formed and cause death, the person will be punished with capital punishment, and the family will be exiled for 3,000 li, and those who raise Gu will be exiled before they have taken shape.

In the later years of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Jiang Chong falsely claimed that Emperor Wu's illness was due to the witch Gu musician who falsely accused the prince, resulting in the death of the prince and his family. A total of tens of thousands of people before and after his death, witch Gu has never been separated, if Yang Jian learned that King Wei was poisoned by Gu and ordered the capital to ban witch Gu, it would be easy to set off a big prison and be a Gu or difficulty, but witchcraft only needs to carve a puppet and write the name and birth date. Prick it with a needle. Whether it works well or not is another matter. But it's easy to use to frame others.

The middle-aged Taoist priest also knew about it

However, once the court set off a big witch Gu case, it was easy to involve thousands of lives, so he asked everyone to go out and explain to Yang Yong alone.

"Your Highness, rest assured, Poor Dao will be tight-lipped." After the Taoist priest finished speaking, his eyes turned to Guangyuan and Liu Hu.

Guangyuan hurriedly said, "Your Highness." The poor road must be tight-lipped. ”

Yang Yong nodded with satisfaction, Guangyuan now has a handle in his hand, not to mention that he himself said that it was a cat demon before, if he said to others that King Wei was poisoned, it would be tantamount to slapping himself in the mouth, and Liu Hu has always been by his side, so he naturally knows what to say and what not to say.

The middle-aged Taoist priest had already sat down. Pick up the pen and start writing the prescription. The pen walked and quickly filled a dense list, and Yang Yong took it and took a look. Give it to Liu Hu: "First divide the list into different parts, send people to disperse to various pharmacies to buy, if it is something that cannot be bought outside, you can take it from the Taiyi Department." ”

Yang Yong was so careful, naturally he was afraid that some imperial doctors would see the clues from the prescription, and the middle-aged Taoist priest smiled when he heard this: "Your Highness doesn't need to be so cautious, the prescription prescribed by the poor Dao has been considered, and outsiders can't see what disease is treated from the prescription." ”

Yang Yong breathed a sigh of relief, since he couldn't see the prescription, there was no need to bother, many of the medicines in the Imperial Medical Department were high-quality, and they were much better than the medicines sold outside: "Since this is the case, then go directly to the Imperial Medical Department to get it." ”

"Yes." Liu Hu immediately took the prescription and went down.

Seeing Liu Hu go down, Yang Yong remembered that he still didn't know the name of the middle-aged Taoist priest, and couldn't help asking, "I don't know how to call the chief?" ”

"Back to His Highness, Poor Dao Sun Simiao, His Royal Highness only needs to call Poor Dao Sun Dao Chang."

"Sun Simiao." No matter how ignorant Yang Yong was, he had heard of the famous medicine king in the future, and he almost jumped up, his eyes widened: "You are really Sun Simiao?" ”

Seeing that the prince was so excited, Sun Simiao was shocked, remembered something, his heart was not good, it turned out that in the first year of Dacheng, when Yang Jian was the prime minister, there were local officials who recommended Yang Jian to Sun Simiao's superb medical skills, Yang Jian recruited him as a doctor of the country, Sun Simiao heard that Yang Jian killed Yuwen's family, and was unwilling to serve Yang Jian, so he ran away and lived in seclusion in Taibai Mountain (in today's Yixian County, Shaanxi) to learn the Tao, refining qi, cultivating shape, and studying the art of longevity.

In recent years, the Turks, Tuyuhun has been defeated by the Great Sui, the territory of the Great Sui Guotai Min'an, Sun Simiao only went down the mountain again, the Quartet traveled to the doctor, because of Yang Jian's support for Buddhism, Taoism is also stained with its light, extremely tolerant of the monks, Sun Simiao walked in the Quartet dressed as a Taoist, has been at ease, almost forgot about his conscription, and now he is automatically sent to the door, that is, the court does not blame him for his previous illness, and re-enlists him as a doctor or a doctor of the country, which is not what Sun Simiao wants.

"Poor Dao is Sun Simiao, please forgive your highness!" After Sun Simiao finished speaking, he knelt down.

"You are really Sun Simiao, what a crime, get up, get up." Yang Yong's heart was unspeakably excited, and his confidence in Yang Shuang's illness increased greatly, if Sun Simiao could not cure Yang Shuang, I am afraid that no one in the world would be able to cure him.

Although Sun Simiao did not want to be an official, he was very interested in all kinds of medical classics collected by the royal family, and this time he unveiled the list to treat the disease for King Wei, on the one hand, it was the heart of the doctor's parents, and on the other hand, he wanted to take the opportunity to enter the royal Tibetan Academy, look through the medical books of his predecessors, and further improve his medical skills. Seeing that the prince did not mention the previous recruitment, Sun Simiao breathed a sigh of relief, took out the silver needle from the medical box, and acupuncture for King Wei first.

As soon as Liu Hu came out, he was immediately surrounded by many imperial doctors: "How is it, how is it, what kind of disease did the Taoist priest say that King Wei had?" ”

Liu Hu replied coldly: "I have no comment, this is the prescription prescribed by the Taoist Chief, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has an order, and the Imperial Medical Department will immediately prepare the medicine." ”

Hearing Liu Hu's answer without comment, these imperial doctors were very disappointed, and when they saw Liu Hu take out the prescription, their faces showed excitement again, and they rushed to watch.

"Ridiculous, ridiculous, what kind of prescription is this, since honeysuckle needs to be used as much as a catty, is it used to soak dry, and how can this dried dragon and scorpion be mixed together?"

"Why can't the earth dragon and the scorpion be mixed together, I think it's okay."

"The amount of this Ze Epsom is too much, and if you take it for decoction, you won't be able to eat it all in a year."

"I'm afraid it's not a decoction, it's used to soak in a medicinal bath."

……

As soon as they saw this prescription, the imperial doctors began to argue, this prescription used a large amount of medicinal materials, and there were many things that restrain each other, if they hadn't made things difficult for each other for a long time in the morning, they would only think that this prescription was a quack doctor's joke.

"Shut up, Your Highness has an order, and the Imperial Physician's Department will immediately take the medicine according to the prescription." Seeing that these imperial doctors were only concerned about discussing, Liu Hu was very impatient.

Several imperial doctors muttered a few times, finally stopped the discussion, and took the prescription back to the imperial medical office to receive the medicine, they had no confidence in Wei Wang's illness, if it was not cured, there was also that Taoist priest to accept the guilt, except for a few people who were unwilling, most of them had an attitude of not caring about themselves, and some even wished that Wei Wang could not be cured, in order to save the reputation of the imperial medical department.

Wei Wang's Mansion is only two or three miles away from the Tai Hospital, half an hour later, several large carriages of medicinal materials pulled into Wei Wang's Mansion, in the outer hall of Weiwang's bedroom, a large cauldron has been erected, on top of which is a wooden barrel full of clear water, under the cauldron, a large piece of fine pine wood is making a sound of peeling, the water in the pot has been boiled, and the water in the wooden barrel is also gurgling, a large amount of white vapor is coming out, and after a while, the water in the bucket will be boiling soon.

In the whole hall, everyone was driven out, Guangyuan's two Taoist servants changed from Dan furnace workers to wood-burners, and from time to time added dry firewood to the cauldron, as soon as the medicinal materials were sent in, Sun Simiao immediately began to select medicinal materials, added them to the wooden barrel, and when it was almost time, he ordered Liu Hu to carry the king of Wei, who was full of silver needles, out of the bedroom and put it into the wooden barrel.