knew that the person lying on the ground was the king of Dongyang in Nanshu, and this chance encounter was also arranged secretly by Leng Jiao, but when Yan Suwen turned over the person who was lying on the ground, he was still a little surprised. She imagined the appearance of this Dongyang King, and felt that even if he was not very old, he should be the kind of martial artist in her impression, but she didn't expect that he was a young man like Leng Jiao, a boy and a girl, and a little handsome.

At the moment of stretching out his hand, Yan Suwen even had some doubts, wondering if the timing of his appearance was wrong, or if it was arranged by Leng Jiao and it was wrong, this person lying on the ground was not the Dongyang King of Nanshu at all.

"Madam, can we save it?"

When the coachman saw Yan Su hesitate, he also hesitated.

"Save, since we have met, we will be saved."

"And what if we save a bad guy?"

"As a healer, you are worthy of heaven and earth, and you are worthy of yourself. Even if he's a bad guy, we'll have to save his life first. If he's really bad for us, or if he's really a heinous villain, we'll take his life again. ”

"Save first, then kill?" The coachman shook his head: "That's why you think so, madam, and say so." ”

The coachman helped Yan Suwen to help the man lying on the ground up. The man's face was pale, his lips were purple, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Yan Suwen stretched out his hand and probed down, and found that the man's pulse was weak, and in addition to the unclear poison in his body, he was also accompanied by hemorrhagic trauma.

"Uncle Yan, I'll help him, you help me untie his clothes."

"Undress, isn't that appropriate?"

"He's wounded, I need to know where his wound is." Yan Su asked and glanced at the fainting man: "If the injury is in a place where people can see, I am naturally not afraid, but if it is still somewhere else, I am embarrassed to treat it, but he may not be embarrassed to let me treat it." Besides, I am a married woman, and when my husband is not there, it is not good for me to carry him behind my back to untie another man's clothes. ”

"What Madame said is that it's just that I'm clumsy, I'm afraid of delaying things."

"How can you delay, he looks like this, and he is almost close to going to the Hades Palace." Yan Suwen helped the man and asked the coachman to untie his clothes. As soon as I unfastened my coat, I saw the wound. Knife wounds, near the heart, are not fatal, but they are enough to cause people to lose too much blood and faint, and if they are not treated in time, they can also hurt their lives. ”

"Uncle Yan, help me, put him flat first."

"Madame, this is ......"

"He's bleeding so much that I'm going to have to stop him first." Yan Suwen lifted the hem of her skirt, leaned over, took her small medicine box from the carriage, opened it, first took some hemostatic powder and sprinkled it on the man's wound, then took out a small bottle, and poured some blood tonic pills for the man to take.

Only then did he give the blood tonic pill to the man, and a group of black-clothed people immediately appeared around, and each holding a blade, surrounded Yan Suwen and the coachman at once.

"Dare to murder the king of Dongyang, come and arrest these two enemy spies."

"Who do you say he is?"

"King Dongyang."

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Yan Suwen shook his head innocently, and then asked, "What did you just say about the two of us?" ”

"Enemy spies."

"May I ask, which country is the enemy country you are talking about?"

"Except for my Nanshu, all are enemy countries."

"Then please see clearly, which country I am from." Yan Suwen casually took out something and threw it at the man in black.

That thing is equivalent to the ID card of the next generation. Of course, the one she threw out was forged with Leng Jiao's help. Actually, it can't be said to be fake, because the thing is real, and all the information on it is also true, only she is fake.

"You're—"

"Shhh, just read the words on it clearly, my master said, when you go out, you must be low-key." Yan Su asked, resting his hand on the neck of King Dongyang: "Do you remember what crime you charged me just now?" ”

"Murder the King of Dongyang." The man in black in the lead said with a little weakness.

"Murder, murder, but now it's murder." Yan Suwen pinched the throat of King Dongyang: "I happened to pass by, and with compassion, I saved your master." I never thought that you dog slaves, who came out to do things, didn't even have a pair of dog eyes. Now, see clearly, I'm murder. "Let's search for books

"Please accept the mercy of Mrs., we are blind, but we didn't expect that Mrs. would appear here and happen to save my master."

"Saved your master? You're talking about murder. ”

"It's that we're wrong, it's that we don't see clearly!" The man in black who led the way knelt down at once: "Please also ask Mrs. not to remember the villain, and save our master." As long as the Lord is well, the lady can kill or chop up. ”

Although Yan Suwen pinched the throat of King Dongyang, he was muttering in his heart.

The identity Leng Jiao chose for her is similar to her original profession, and she is also a female doctor. It's just that this female doctor is a female doctor in Nanshu, and she is elusive. It is said that her medical skills were inherited from her master, and her master was her husband, who was named the god of medicine by the people of Nanshu.

The god of medicine, the god of medicine, as the name suggests, is the god of medicine. It is said that this god of medicine, with only some red and white pills, saved many patients who had been named by Lord Yama himself, and overnight, he became a well-known legend in Nanshu.

As for what this medicine god looks like, there are different opinions, some people say that he is a thin man, and some say that he is a fat man. Some people say he looks fairy, and some people say he is ugly. But no one questioned his medical skills.

The god of medicine only stayed in Nanshu for less than a year, and then traveled to the four continents with his wife.

Yan Suwen also questioned it, saying that the people of Nanshu couldn't even tell the appearance of the God of Medicine, how could she make the King of Dongyang believe that she was the beloved disciple and wife of the God of Medicine. Leng Jiao smiled faintly and asked Uncle Hong to bring something over. Unfolded, it turned out to be a scroll, and on the scroll was Yan Suwen's appearance.

"It's—"

"This is the Nanshu court painter Nanyu personally painted for the lady of the god of medicine, and the king of Dongyang once went to the Nanyu mansion to inquire about the whereabouts of the god of medicine and his wife. This portrait must have been seen by King Dongyang. There is no need for any proof, just by virtue of Yan Suwen's exact appearance as the woman in the portrait, you say that she is not the lady of the God of Medicine, and the King of Dongyang may not believe it. ”

"This Medicine God Lady can't be the same age as me, right?"

"This portrait is more than 20 years old."

"Twenty ...... Even if the Lady of the God of Medicine was eighteen years old, she is now a woman of nearly forty. An eighteen-year-old young woman and a forty-year-old woman, are you mentally retarded as the king of Dongyang? ”

"It's not that Leng Jiao deliberately joked with his wife, but as early as twenty years ago, when the God of Medicine and his wife appeared in Nanshu, he claimed that he and his wife were nearly half a hundred people."

"Nearly half a hundred?" Yan Su asked, pointing to the woman in the painting: "How do you look at this, it doesn't look like an old woman in her forties and fifties." ”

"It's true, and there were people who suspected them of fraud, but their medical skills didn't look like they had in their twenties. The people of Nanshu already believed in ghosts and gods, so they recognized the god of medicine as the stars in the sky and descended to earth, and named Mrs. of the god of medicine as a fairy-like figure. It is also normal for the stars to be immortal and the fairies to be immortal. ”

The magical legend, coupled with the "ID card" made by the god of medicine and his wife that Leng Jiao didn't know where to get it from the Nanshu royal court, she swaggered out to fool the king of Dongyang. Of course, clinging to the title of Mrs. of the God of Medicine, she can fool for a while, but she can't fool for a lifetime, Leng Jiao is betting on her medical skills, and she is also betting on her own medical skills.

Dongyang Palace, Princess Dongyang glared at Yan Suwen fiercely, and then rushed towards King Dongyang, who was still in a coma.

"This princess doesn't care if you are really Mrs. Medicine God, this princess just wants to ask you, what happened to my prince?"

"Of course I saved him, what else can I do." Yan Suwen glared back at Princess Dongyang: "If you don't believe it, take off King Dongyang's coat and take a look." You see if he's injured, and you see if he's got new medicine. This is the Dongyang Palace, and there should also be a medical officer in the palace. Go, call all the medical officers in your house out, and let them take a closer look to see if I am saving your Dongyang King or harming your Dongyang King. ”

Princess Dongyang gave her personal maid a look, and the maid ran out numbly. After a while, he really brought a few medical officers dressed in Nanshu costumes. The old Long Zhong at the head had gray hair, and he was almost lifted up.

"Divine doctor, please ask the divine doctor to show my prince and see what is wrong with my prince?"

"Don't worry, princess, let the lower officials take a look." The old medical officer grabbed King Dongyang's wrist, and said to Princess Dongyang after a light "babbling": "Don't worry, Princess, the prince just lost too much blood and is temporarily unconscious." ”

As he spoke, he asked the doctor who was standing aside to lift the coat of King Dongyang.

"I see, I see, I don't know that it was the colleague who stopped the bleeding for King Dongyang?"

"Dare to ask the divine doctor, but what is wrong with the medicine that stopped bleeding for my lord?"

"Don't worry, princess, there is nothing wrong with this medicine, not only is there no problem, but it is also an excellent hemostatic medicine. This medicine can not only stop bleeding, but also remove saprophytic muscles. The princess doesn't see that there is such a big hole on the prince's body now, and it only takes three or five days to gradually heal. If you apply it a few more times, you may not even be able to leave a decent scar. ”

"Is this medicine really so magical?"

"Indeed." While nodding, the old medical officer looked at the wound of King Dongyang with some reluctance: "Many years ago, Xia Guan had the honor of using these medicinal powders. When I first saw these medicinal powders, I only thought they were ordinary, but after using them, I realized their magic. It's a pity that Xia Guan was short-sighted and didn't know about this thing, so he didn't expect to stay some for research and research. I never thought that in my lifetime, I would be able to see these miraculous hemostatic powders again. May I ask the princess, where did you get these medicinal powders on the prince's body? ”