Yan Feng first stopped the spread of Zhu Changjin's toxin, and then let him take the antidote pill, which can alleviate the toxin for some ordinary poisons.

Lin Zhuozhuo was also simply bandaged.

Not long after, a new carriage came, and Zhu Changjin and Lin Zhuozhuo got into the carriage and returned to the palace.

Along the way, Zhu Changjin's face was terrifyingly cold, and he pursed his lips, because the toxin had not completely faded, so there was still a layer of cold sweat on his face.

But the reason for his cold face was not poisoning, but these assassins.

He thought that this time the assassins were still Long Wei, but what he didn't expect was that these assassins did not do anything to take his life, but chose to seriously injure him.

This is obviously not in line with the style of the emperor.

So, who could it be, so hopefully that he would be upset?

When I returned to the palace, it was almost noon, and the weather became mild after heavy rain yesterday and sunny at the beginning of today.

Zhu Changjin's poison has not completely dissipated, and his face is as pale as paper, so he can only let Yu Shu help him get out of the carriage.

Lin Zhuozhuo also got out of the carriage, and the Yan Feng Divine Doctor, who followed closely, saw Lin Zhuozhuo's injury and stopped.

"Concubine Lin, I cured the poison for the prince and will come to see your injuries immediately. You take this, this is my own ointment, it's better than the outside, let the people in the house re-bandage it for you first. ”

I saw Yan Feng take out a bottle of white porcelain jar and stuff it into Lin Zhuozhuo's hand, and then hurriedly followed Zhu Changjin and his party without looking back.

Lin Zhuozhuo looked at Yan Feng, who ran away before he could thank him, and a warmth suddenly surged in his heart.

Although Iceface is not very good, his subordinates are all first-class good.

It's a good feeling to be taken care of.

After noon, Lin Zhuozhuo changed his dirty clothes, took a careful bath, and asked the little maid in the house to remedicate himself.

Not to mention, the medicine given by this Yan Divine Doctor is good, the burning and stinging sensation of wound healing is calmed by the cold ointment, and the wound is cool and comfortable.

The curative effect of this ointment is really excellent, and after Lin Zhuozhuo applied it for a short time, his eyelids fought comfortably, and he fell asleep on the beauty couch in the room.

Over there, Yan Feng detoxified Zhu Changjin.

This poison is not a tricky poison, so it doesn't take much effort.

After the solution, it was still early, but it was more than half of the afternoon, and after briefly instructing Yu Shu a few words, Yan Feng went to Suifeng House with the medicine box.

It was surprisingly quiet in the Wind Curry, with only sporadic voices of people talking and working, and two birds and insects popping up from time to time.

Yan Feng came in, and Lang Yu, who had been serving by Lin Zhuozhuo's side, came back and forth.

"Our master applied the medicine and rested."

Yan Feng responded simply, as expected, he added a soothing medicine to the ointment, but now that he was lazy, he asked the people who lived with the wind to move a spacious chair, and he just rested in a random corner.

Hearing him say this, Lang Yu hesitated, after all, Concubine Lin is also the new favorite of the prince, and Doctor Yan is like this...... Isn't it inappropriate?

Yan Feng waved his hand, a person like him who is upright and upright, with a clear moon and a breeze, presumably Zhu Changjin will not mind.

He smiled briskly: "It's okay, you move here, I'll rest in the courtyard of the wind for a while, and you are not blind, so what else can I do out of the ordinary?" ”

I couldn't get jade, so I had to move the chair over for Yan Feng to rest.

The sky is nearly late, and a layer of fiery red color burns on the horizon, and the sun shines brightly.

Lin Zhuozhuo stretched his waist, and the maid on the side hurriedly came to report.

"Master, Doctor Yan has been waiting in the hospital for a long time."

When Lin Zhuozhuo heard this, he was dumbfounded, shrimp? She actually made the only good person in the original book wait for her?!

So without waiting for the maid to tidy up her clothes, she ran out, but ......

Yan Feng in the courtyard was still sleeping on the rattan recliner on all fours, this and this are not the same as the magic doctor like the moon and the breeze in Lin Zhuozhuo's memory......

As if sensing a suspicious gaze staring at him, Yan Fengden opened his eyes and saw Lin Zhuozhuo standing on the steps looking at him, his eyes were complicated.

After the two sleepy-eyed people looked at each other for a while, they both woke up and reacted, and they went up to salute each other.

Lin Zhuozhuo bowed, and Yan Feng hurriedly bowed.

I have been back and forth many times, I don't know, and I thought the two of them were worshipping the handle.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Doctor Yan, your medicine is so easy to use, I accidentally fell asleep. Tired of waiting. Lin Zhuozhuo's face was guilty.

Yan Feng smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I added a soothing medicine to your ointment, it's strange that you don't fall asleep!"

Lin Zhuozhuo choked, this miracle doctor is really, unexpectedly funny, worthy of being the only character in the book that she has a good impression of.

Why did the two of them drag each other with honorifics after a while, and before the two of them knew it, they had already completed Lin Zhuozhuo's second bandaging in the process.

Lin Zhuozhuo looked at the wound, it was still a little terrifying, the inch-long skin and flesh were cut by the sword, and he didn't know if it would leave a scar.

"Brother Yan, look at my wound, can it be healed? Will there be scars? Lin Zhuozhuo looked at Yan Feng sincerely and asked.

Yan Feng was stunned and replied seriously.

"That must be good! This, I'll be honest, looks a little scary, but the knife edge is long but not deep, it's a good thing that I detoxify quickly, otherwise, I'll come to you again-"

He paused, looked into Concubine Lin's eyes, and said calmly: "Look at the injury, I'm afraid...... It scabs over and grows on its own. ”

At that time, in the chaos, the broken carriage door still caused Lin Zhuozhuo a lot of damage.

Lin Zhuozhuo felt a lot more relieved when he heard him say this, but why did this sound a little weird?

In fact, when Yan Feng said this, he also hoped that Concubine Lin could relax, which was also good for the healing of the wound, although it was not deeply injured, but it was not to the point where it could be ignored casually.

Anyone understands white lies.

But he really likes Lin Zhuozhuo, unlike others who put on a high shelf, and when he speaks, he unexpectedly fits his own brain circuit, which he didn't expect.

After the incident, Yan Feng didn't stay too long and returned to his residence.

After Lin Zhuozhuo had a simple dinner, he had nothing to do, so he lay down on the rattan recliner where Yan Feng was lying, and in the courtyard, he could just see the starry sky at night.

The night was like a black ribbon, and in the thin clouds in the sky, the stars sparkled and sparkled.

Lin Zhuozhuo touched the wound on his arm, and remembered that Zhu Changjin used her as a human being during the day. The meat shield, the matter of the live target, the heart is cold.