Generalissimo's Palace.

Wan Linggen, who had just returned from the martial arts arena, stumbled in, his eyes were red, and his voice came before he arrived: "Is there any news?" ”

Liang Hongyu's eyes were also red and swollen, and she ran two steps to support him and said, "Xianggong, you look like you are so anxious every day, and the people are almost scared to death." ”

Wan Linggen grinned, "Hongyu, Ling'er is now in the Longtan Tiger's Den, how can I not be in a hurry?" ”

Liang Hongyu's eyes were full of tears, "Xianggong, since Sister Ling'er left, you haven't even slept a solid night's sleep, and you ...... Sister Ling'er is not alone! ”

"Oh, I know...... I know, I'm going to find Mingzhu, I'm going to go! As he spoke, he was about to run out, and the tears in Liang Hongyu's eyes finally burst out of her eyes, "Xianggong, I am also your woman!" ”

Wan Linggen was stunned for a moment, then immediately took her in his arms and whispered in her ear: "I'm sorry, Hongyu, I ...... I'm really worried about her! ”

Liang Hongyu hugged him tightly and sobbed: "Xianggong, if one day, this person is me, will you be like this?" ”

Wan Linggen said without hesitation: "Yes!" ”

Liang Hongyu raised her hazy teary eyes and pecked him the lips, "Xianggong, Sister Ling'er is fine, Die'er has already come." Now go see Sister Pur, she's ...... She's in poor health! ”

Wan Linggen knew that Die'er was Zhao Ling'er's personal maid, and the news exchange between them was transmitted by her. After listening to the first half of the sentence, his heart was at ease, but after listening to the second half of Liang Hongyu's words, his heart rose again.

Since Wang Po, Shen Mingzhu and others moved over, in addition to waiting for Zhao Ling'er's news every day, he spent the rest of his time with Shen Mingzhu, who was proficient in the art of institutions, and told her some of his whimsical ideas, hoping that she could use the current technology to make what he wanted, which made Shen Mingzhu, who had always regarded himself very highly, completely impressed, and obediently became his little apprentice.

"Isn't Pur getting better?"

"No, Dr. Qiu saw it yesterday, and she ...... She coughed up blood. Liang Hongyu's face was full of worry.

Wan Linggen was stunned, then turned around and ran, "I'll go now!" ”

Liang Hongyu looked at his wind-like back, and her heart was both happy and sour.

In a side room in the house, the lights were dim, Wang Po was lying upright on the bed, breathing, coughing, Qiu Fuyang, who was sitting next to the bed and kept shaking his head and sighing, and her brother Wang Xian was pacing anxiously in front of the bed.

Wan Linggen, who rushed in in a hurry, almost collided with Wang Xian, "Handsome! Wang Xian saw clearly that it was him, and his face suddenly showed joy.

Wan Linggen had no time to talk to him, rushed to the side of the bed with an arrow, grabbed a jade hand exposed outside the quilt, and asked anxiously, "Mr. Qiu, how is Po'er?" ”

Qiu Fuyang's face was embarrassed, and he shook his head: "Handsome, Miss Po's high fever does not go away, it has already hurt her lungs, and the medicine stone is useless, I'm afraid it will ......."

Wan Linggen reached out and touched her forehead, it was hot to the hand, and the coughing sound was unusually dry. Although he didn't understand medicine, after all, he had opened Xiugentang with Liu Xiu and others before, and he was also forced to learn some Chinese and Western medicine, so it was easy to judge that Wang Po had acute pneumonia caused by high fever.

Knowing what you know, where to find anti-inflammatory drugs like penicillin in this era? The Thunder Power Grid in his body also fell silent along with the immortal tree in his mind, and he couldn't mobilize it at all, without this reliance, he was helpless at all.

At this time, the small hand in his hand moved, Wang Po opened his eyes, and found Wan Linggen sitting beside him, and his godless big eyes suddenly had brilliance. She struggled to sit up, but as soon as she moved her arms, she was sweating profusely and coughing wildly.

Wan Linggen hurriedly stopped her movements, and whispered in her ear: "Po'er, don't move, don't worry, your illness will definitely get better." ”

The breath that erupted from Wang Po's mouth was also extremely hot, and she said with difficulty: "Dashuai...... I...... I'm afraid I won't be able to......" After speaking, two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Wan Linggen's heart was like a knife, he hugged Wang Po, put his face on her hot cheeks, and couldn't say a word.

"Phase...... Xiang Gong ...... "Wang Po's voice was very weak, although it was said in his ear, it sounded more like a call from afar.

"Phase...... Messire...... I...... I have important things to do...... And you...... Say...... Wan Linggen burst into tears and choked up: "Pur, don't say anything, at least...... At least not yet. ”

Wang Po's big eyes full of tears were stunned for a moment, and there was a little more confusion and panic. "Xianggong...... You...... You know? ”

Wan Linggen lowered his voice, "Pur, I told you that nothing is more important than a person's life. You can recuperate with peace of mind, don't worry about anything else, I have my own arrangements, you must trust me. He raised his head and looked at Wang Po, "Believe me, okay?" ”

Wang Po's face was extremely pale, and in an instant, a flush appeared, and she smiled slightly: "...... Xianggong, I'm ...... I believe you! After saying that, he closed his eyes, and two big teardrops slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Wan Linggen kissed her hot cheek, got up and glanced at Qiu Fuyang, Qiu Fuyang nodded, and the two walked out at the same time. When passing by Wang Xian, who bowed his head and was silent, Wan Linggen patted him on the shoulder, "Wang Xian, Po'er can't make any mistakes, otherwise I'll ask you!" ”

Wang Xian was stunned for a moment, Wan Linggen and Qiu Fuyang had already pushed the door out.

After going far away, the two slowed down. Qiu Fuyang looked at Wan Linggen, who was frowning, with a complicated expression, hesitated for a moment and said, "Dashuai, you ...... Why don't you let her say it? ”

Wan Linggen stopped and looked into the distance, the entire sky was gray, just like his mood at this time.

"It doesn't matter if you say it or not, she ...... She's dying, isn't she? He turned his head to look at Qiu Fuyang, "Mr. Qiu, how did you deal with pneumonia before?" ”

Qiu Fuyang was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses: "Dashuai, lung disease is extremely difficult to cure, especially in the army, but whenever someone is found to have lung disease, most of them are ...... It's all done quickly to prevent infecting others. ”

"Fast?" Wan Linggen's brows furrowed even tighter, he knew what Qiu Fuyang was talking about, but Wang Po's pneumonia was not like that at all, but he also knew that there was no way to explain it to him.

"Where can I find anti-inflammatories?" He walked forward with a muttering to himself, and Qiu Fuyang behind him anxiously followed: "Dashuai, some things are much more important than a person's life and death!" ”

Wan Linggen stopped leisurely, turned his head and looked at him coldly, "Mr. Qiu, aren't you a doctor?" Doesn't it say that the heart of the healer's parents? ”

Qiu Fuyang smiled bitterly: "Dashuai, I am just a Lang Zhong who is with the army, different from ordinary doctors. ”

The corners of Wan Linggen's mouth moved, "Mr. Qiu, in my eyes, human life is a matter of heaven, and even big things have to give way." ”

Qiu Fuyang suddenly blushed and argued: "The marshal is right, human life is a matter of heaven, but the life of one person and the life of tens of millions of people, how does the marshal choose?" ”

Wan Linggen was stunned for a moment, staring straight at Qiu Fuyang, unable to say a word.

Wang Po's brothers and sisters have secrets, which he has known for a long time, but what is hidden deep in his heart is the guilt of Wang Po. He became more and more convinced that if it weren't for his dream of waves, the two of them would definitely be able to leave here, and the situation would be different then.

Qiu Fuyang saw that he was stunned, and he also felt that his words were a little heavy, but since he had already said it, how the handsome man reacted was left to fate. He sighed, his expression relaxed.

Wan Linggen was silent for a long time, and suddenly patted Qiu Fuyang's shoulder gently, "Mr. Qiu, thank you!" You go back to the infirmary first, and I'll go see Pur. With that, he turned back and went straight back.

Qiu Fuyang looked at his hurried back, shook his head, sighed again, and left quickly.

Wan Linggen reappeared in the room, and Wang Xianzheng was half-kneeling in front of Wang Po's bed, muttering almost pleadingly: "Sister, you must hold on!" You can't have anything, you can't have anything! He turned around and found Wan Linggen standing at the door, and suddenly stood up as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, walked a few steps quickly and knelt in front of him, bursting into tears, "Dashuai, I beg you to save my sister, I ...... I'm willing to ......."

Wan Linggen interrupted him and said in a deep voice, "You go out first, don't let anyone in." After speaking, he walked past Wang Xian, came to Wang Po's bedside, took her hand and sat down.

Wang Xian stood up, looked at Wan Linggen with a complicated expression, lowered his head and walked out of the door, gently covered the door, and squatted in front of the door, his eyes straightened, as if he had no soul.

Wan Linggen felt the faint pulse of his fingers, gritted his teeth, took out a sharp dagger from his arms, and slashed it towards his wrist.

"Phase...... Xianggong, you ...... What are you doing......? Wang Po, who found out that something was wrong, wanted to struggle, but his body was weak, and he saw that the dagger had cut a bloody mark on the man's thick wrist, and then pressed the wound on her lips, which was not very deep, but still shocking.

Sweet blood flowed into her mouth, one drop, two drops......

After a while, Wan Linggen stood up holding his wrist, Wang Po was already asleep, and the abnormal blush on his face was gradually fading. He let out a sigh of relief, and it seemed that his guess was correct, and there was no better elixir in this world than his blood.

Looking at the sleeping woman in front of him, his mood suddenly relaxed, he could save her life, and he should be able to make up for his mistakes, right?

He slowly walked to the door, and Wang Xian was still sitting there in a daze.

"Wang Xian!"

"Huh? Handsome! Wang Xian hurriedly stood up, his body shook and almost fell, but Wan Linggen stretched out his hand to hold him, "Take care of Po'er, don't mention other things." With that, he walked away.

Wang Xian stared at his back blankly, his mind in confusion. At the moment when he was held by that hand, he clearly saw the wound on the wrist and the flash of golden light in the wound.

He suddenly woke up, turned around and threw himself into the house, only to see Wang Po on the hospital bed with a ruddy face and even breathing, where was there still a little sick look?