Seeing Wen Xian'an's eyes, Xu Nianchun hugged the river lamp in his hand, pouted, and said, "If you say this wish, it won't work." ”

When has she ever seen Xu Nianchun like this, naturally she will not easily let go of the opportunity to make fun of the other party, Wen Xian'an smiled and said, "When do you believe this?" ”

Xu Nianchun snorted coldly and said unhurriedly: "What if this is accurate?" ”

Wen Xian'an didn't plan to continue to make fun of Xu Nianchun, so he took Xu Nianchun's hand and walked towards the river not far away.

The two walked to the river, Wen Xian'an pulled up her skirt, slowly squatted down, gently put the river lantern in her hand in the water, and used her hand to swing the surrounding river water, pushing the river lantern to the center, and slowly flowing along the river.

Wen Xian'an clapped his palms, got up, and saw that Xu Nianchun had already put it away, and was standing not far away waiting for her, and when he saw her coming over, he immediately smiled and quipped: "The speed is so slow, it's not that there are too many wishes, and I can't promise it." ”

Knowing that Xu Nianchun was "retaliating" against her, Wen Xian'an was not annoyed, after all, the two had been together for so long, and she was familiar with Xu Nianchun's personality.

Looking up at the night, the stars were twinkling all over the night, the moon had already set up on the branches, and it was not too early to see that it was too early, and the two talked for a while, and then they went home.

Prince's Mansion.

Gu Hanjing was lying on the soft couch, supporting his head with his right hand, holding a scroll in his left hand, his clothes were open at will, he could see the beautiful collarbone and looming chest, and his jet-black hair hung down on his shoulders.

Fresh tea was placed on the bookcase in front of him, and a few tea leaves were floating on the water, moving slowly.

Lu Wei stood respectfully to the side, leaning against the pillar, holding the sword in his hand.

Gu Hanjing looked at the scroll in his hand, but those words turned into Wen Xian'an's three words one by one, and the petite face that suddenly came into his mind, he was confused for a while, and put down the scroll in his hand.

Thinking that he hadn't seen Wen Xian'an for a long time, he was a little nostalgic for a while, and laughed at himself, when did he miss her so much, maybe even he didn't know the reason, and asked slowly: "In the past few days, have you seen Wen Xian'an doing?" ”

Lu Wei frowned, thought for a while, and replied: "This Miss Wen opened a medical hall in the wicked street, named Ruyi Hall, but she has always been dressed in men's clothes, presumably because she doesn't want people to find out. ”

"Oh~"

The timbre was picked, a trace of surprise flashed in Gu Hanjing's eyes, this wicked street, he hadn't heard of it, he knew a little bit about who lived in it, this Wen Xian'an had some ability, and he dared to open this shop to the wicked street, thinking about it, Wen Xian'an's thoughts were a little more.

Early in the morning, Wen Xian'an changed his clothes at will, and he couldn't take care of breakfast, so he hurried out of the door and rushed to Ruyi Hall.

When he arrived at Ruyi Hall, Wen Xian'an first entered through the back door, returned to the room on the second floor, changed into men's clothes, and then hurried downstairs.

When he arrived downstairs, An Sheng's face was solemn, and when he saw Wen Xian'an, his face eased a little, and he hurriedly walked over, and whispered in Wen Xian'an's ear: "Miss, this time the disease is a bit complicated, I have never seen it." ”

After appeasing An Sheng, Wen Xian'an walked to the bed, and the person lying on the bed was a middle-aged man, with a beard on both sides of his lips, a hard face, and only a few wrinkles on his face, looking about 40 years old.

"Doctor Wen, please cure my father."

The person who spoke was a young man, who looked to be about 20 years old, with a face seven points similar to the middle-aged man lying on the bed, with thick calluses on his hands, and he looked like he was either a martial arts practitioner or doing some heavy work on weekdays.

Wen Xian'an waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, let me see the patient first." ”

Hearing this, the young man immediately stood to the side, Wen Xian'an reached out and touched the middle-aged man's neck, his pulse was weak, and his breathing was extremely uneven, as if something was stuck in the middle of his trachea.

Stretched out his hand again to take the pulse, Wen Xian'an's expression changed, as if he felt incredible, he took the pulse again, and gently put his hand down.

Wen Xian'an fell into deep thought, she had just taken two pulses, the pulse was normal, and her heartbeat was stable, this was completely the appearance of a normal person, with her medical experience, it was impossible to make a mistake.

But judging from her breathing, she didn't look like a normal person, Wen Xian'an turned to look at the middle-aged man, and asked with a solemn face: "When did you start feeling unwell, did you go anywhere before this, what did you eat, you must answer truthfully." ”

The man thought for a moment and replied, "My father went up the mountain a few days ago, and after coming back, he became weak and fainted from time to time. ”

As if remembering something, the man slapped his palm, raised his father's left hand, and gently rolled up his sleeve, a piece of white cloth, tightly wrapped around his arm, and blood stains could be faintly seen on it.

Wen Xian'an frowned and asked puzzledly, "Is this ......?"

"When my father came down the mountain, he had an extra wound on his arm, saying that it was cut by a branch, but he didn't pay attention at the time, and when he came back, he asked me to bandage him."

Wen Xian'an dismantled the white on his arm, and a smell of blood came to his face, and there was a big cut on his arm, not only did it not heal, but the surrounding flesh also began to rot and turn white, and there was black-brown blood lying on it.

The wound was bloody, An Sheng covered Chunxi's eyes and took her elsewhere, such a terrifying wound, even Wen Xian'an felt that his scalp was numb, let alone a nine-year-old child.

"Ansheng, prepare a basin of clean hot water, and then prepare some clean handkerchiefs and a pair of knives, alcohol and candles are also needed."

"Yes."

An Sheng answered and entered the back room.

Wen Xian'an stared at the wound carefully, and did not notice any signs of poisoning, the wound was only rotten and no other colors existed, indicating that it was just an ordinary wound, but it was not bandaged in time, and there were signs of ulceration.

An Sheng walked out with a basin of clean hot water, alcohol, candles and knives on the table, Wen Xian'an nodded, and motioned for An Sheng to step aside.

Light the candle first, wait until the flame burns to a certain extent, scrub the knife first, then pour alcohol on it, spread it evenly, and put it on the flame for burning.

The knife turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Wen Xian'an stared at the knife with a solemn face.

If his wound is to heal, he must cut off all the rotten flesh around him and re-sterilize and bandage it so that the new flesh inside can grow and heal.