Yin Shuang was guarding Wencheng in the house, and the doctor was busy on the side, she was in a hurry, but there was nothing she could do.

"Miss Frost, can you go get another basin of cold water?"

The doctor said anxiously.

Wen Cheng started a high fever again, and his face was burned very ruddy.

It looks like he's asleep.

However, the doctor knew that it was not what it seemed.

Wencheng's appearance is the real danger. It wouldn't have been like that if it was just a palm wound, but it seemed to draw out all the injuries he had suffered over the years.

In the past, he definitely didn't recuperate well, and he relied on internal force to suppress it on weekdays, but now that his qi veins were sealed and he was seriously injured, his condition began to menacing.

The doctor couldn't help but find it a little tricky.

Yin Shuang quickly answered, and went out to get a basin of cold water.

She soaked the veil in water and handed it to the doctor.

The cycle goes on and on, and the heat finally subsides a little.

The doctor looked at him, but he still didn't breathe a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, more than half an hour passed, Wen Cheng trembled his lips and kept shouting cold.

"It's cold, it's cold, it's cold."

Wen Cheng got sick, completely lost his usual cold appearance, and looked like a teenager.

"Quick, burn the charcoal basin! Hurry up! ”

Wen Cheng started a low-grade fever again, and the whole person shrunk into a ball, and his fingers pinched the quilt tightly.

Yinshuang hurried to the charcoal basin.

Yin Yiliu and Fang Jue never treated them harshly, especially the people who served Yin Yiliu closely, and their food and clothing were not bad.

Therefore, the quality of the charcoal in the frost room is also good, and it burns quickly.

After a while, the whole room warmed up.

The doctor hurriedly removed the cold veil from Wen Cheng's forehead, and called Yinshuang to bring some hot water.

After a long time of repeated cycles of such a wet and cold cloth, Wencheng finally got a lot better.

Yinshuang sat on the stool tiredly, poured herself a cup of cold tea and drank it before asking.

"Doctor, how's it going?"

"It's better, the old man has already given him an injection. I'll go and make a prescription again, and I'll keep it after the fever is gone. ”

The doctor sat down at the table, Yin Shuang had already prepared pen and ink, and waited for the doctor to prescribe medicine.

The doctor wrote the prescription, blew on the ink that had not dried, and said.

"Just follow this prescription and grab the medicine."

Yinshuang took the prescription and instructed the guards at the door to grab it.

"You go to the pharmacy and get the medicine, boil it and send it over. The sooner the better, and there is no time to lose. ”

Yinshuang Zhengse said.

The guard was obviously reluctant, and Yinshuang knew it, so she whispered.

"My lord told this man not to die, and there is still a lot of information about this man that has not been said. If he dies, the adults will inevitably ask for the guilt. ”

The guards finally understood, and couldn't help but feel ashamed of their recklessness and ignorance just now.

He answered, and hurriedly ran away with the prescription.

Yin Shuang looked at the appearance of the guards running out, and sighed helplessly.

It's a real hassle to deal with these guards, and you have to think of some reason to prevaricate.

Although the words she had just said to him were good, she didn't think so in her heart.

The people of Wencheng are not bad, they are loyal to their masters, but they are just controlled by the environment.

Yinshuang glanced outside a few times, and then asked another guard next to her.

"Have outsiders been here?"

She was really reckless just now, and she didn't think about the consequences regardless of bringing people over.

The guard was a little chubby and looked very blessed.

He said with a smile to Yinshuang.

"Sister Yinxue came over just now."

"Yinxue? She doesn't wait for Madame in the main house, what is she doing here with me? ”

Yin Shuang was at a loss, Yin Xue was not a person who would leave his post without permission.

"It must have been louder when we came just now, and it woke up Madame. Sister Yin Xue came over to take a look. ”

Some fat guards said.

"I see."

Yin Shuang is much more relieved when she thinks that it is Yin Xue, Yin Xue has grown up with her since childhood, although she is much more upright and obedient than her, but she is not an unreasonable person.

Today is really happening for a reason.

"No one else came over except Yinxue, right?"

Yin Shuang still asked more uneasily.

"Sister Yinshuang, don't worry. Sister Yin Xue also ordered that what happened again today should not be spread, and if a word is passed out, they will all be punished. ”

When Yinshuang heard this, she also understood that Yinxue was strict with others and strict with herself in the house on weekdays.

What she said was very majestic in the house.

"Well, that's fine."

Yinshuang nodded, and went back into the house.

Before the doctor left, he sat on the edge of Wencheng's bed, looking at the man in front of him thoughtfully.

"Frost girl, this isn't an ordinary assassin, is she?"

Yin Shuang was stunned for a moment, and instinctively felt that the doctor's question meant something.

"Why did the doctor say that?"

"When the old man diagnosed his pulse, he felt that his pulse was very disordered, far from the pulse of ordinary people."

"Oh? Is there a fear for your life? ”

Yin Shuang was a little worried, and always felt that the doctor's next sentence was that this person had not lived long.

However, Yin Shuang didn't hear this.

The doctor stroked his beard and said.

"There is no worry about his life, but more than half of his internal strength has been lost, and he no longer has the same ability as before."

The doctor sighed faintly.

People who practice martial arts attach great importance to this kind of thing. It is even more difficult to cultivate internal strength, but now his internal strength is lost by more than half, although it is not completely like ordinary people, but it is not far behind.

Such a thing, perhaps if he hears it, will be even more uncomfortable than death.

The doctor glanced at Wen Cheng on the bed with some pity.

"Hey, there's no way around it."

Yin Shuang is also a martial arts practitioner herself, and she can understand this feeling.

"If there is nothing to do, the old man will go back first. Later, I will go to ask my wife for a pulse. ”

The doctor sat down for a while, then got up to take his leave.

"Good work, doctor."

......

Yin Yiliu fell asleep in a daze on the bed, and when she woke up, it was just time for the doctor to come and ask for a pulse.

Yin Yiliu is frightened now, mainly to rest well, and there is no big problem in opening up his mood.

After the doctor asked for the pulse, he wanted to pack up his things and say goodbye.

But he was stopped by Yin Yiliu.

"Doctor, please stay."

"What do you command, Madame?"

The doctor stopped and asked respectfully.

"How's that assassin last night?"

"There is no need to worry about his life, but more than half of his internal strength has been lost, and he is almost the same as ordinary people..."

When the doctor said this, there was a slight pity on his face.

Yin Yiliu's face was a little complicated, and she naturally knew what this meant for a person who practiced martial arts.

However, since he is an adversary, this is also the price he has to pay.

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