After following Hudun Rabbit for so many years, it was the first time for Gui Yingcha to see him so embarrassed.

There was a visible weakness on his face, and a panic in his eyes about the unknown.

If he used to be a mighty male lion, at this time, after only one day of suffering, this male lion became a sick cat.

To be honest, Hudun Rabbit was really frightened by the divine doctor Zou Zhongnan. kept saying that he was just infected with the ordinary wind chill, but he didn't expect to turn around and run away. But if it's really a cold wind, what does he run?

In addition, a group of Lang Zhong who accompanied the army also insisted that it was wind cold, which made him firmly believe that he had a serious illness with symptoms very similar to wind cold, but many times more serious than ordinary wind cold, otherwise he would not have said that it was wind cold.

It must be that they can't cure it.

Besides, the wind and cold can also kill people, okay! What kind of Zhengde Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, didn't he just fall into the water and died of wind and cold? The emperor of the Ming Dynasty can die, why can't I die?

Hudun Rabbit is more and more scared the more he thinks about it, looking at Gui Yingcha's eyes with expectation, at the moment his wife and children are not around, the closest one is Gui Yingcha.

"Great Khan, don't worry. I'll ask those Langzhong first, if it's really just a cold, then you will definitely get better. If not, I will go to the Ming people, and I will definitely find a way to cure the Great Khan!"

Gui Yingcha quickly smoothed out his train of thought and comforted Hudun Rabbit.

Then he said a few words of relief, and told him to lie down and rest first, while he straightened his clothes and walked out.

At this time, outside the sweat tent, the atmosphere was very depressing.

The news of the Great Khan's illness had spread throughout the camp, and many generals had come outside the Khan's tent to find out. But they were all stopped. At this time, there were people standing outside the sweat tent, and a Guiying just came out, and a group of people surrounded him and asked nonsense.

"How's the Great Khan? What's the big deal?"

"I heard that it's not a cold, it's a strange disease?"

"What should we do, now that the war is imminent, but the Great Khan is sick, what should we do? Do you want to continue westward?"

"Lord Guiyingcha, can you let us meet the Great Khan!?"

Guiyingcha's face was calm, and he looked at the noisy people in front of him without saying a word.

Seeing that his face was pale, everyone slowly calmed down.

"Finished?" Gui Yingcha spoke coldly. "I'll say a few words when I'm done.

First, it is true that the Great Khan is only infected with the wind chill, but even if the wind chill is not good for a few days!

Second, the Great Khan needs to recuperate, and no one can trespass into the sweat tent without the order of the Great Khan, otherwise, there will be no forgiveness for killing!

Third, in the past few days of the Great Khan's cultivation, you should not think nonsense, what should you do, and perform your duties!

Otherwise, let the people of Tumut take advantage of the loophole, and the Great Khan will not spare you! Let's all go back!"

"Yes."

"Alright then."

The boss of a group of people was not happy, but Gui Ying just said so, and they didn't dare to make any drastic moves. After all, everyone's caliber is very consistent, and the sweat is infected with wind chill.

Although the wind and cold can kill people, there is still a good chance of survival, right?

After a group of people with different hearts left, Gui Yingcha set his eyes on those Lang Zhong who were with the army.

"Who went in to treat the Great Khan?"

"He, him, and them... Eighteen people in all."

"Bring them with me."

After speaking, Gui Yingcha turned around and left.

These eighteen people are terrified, and this posture is going to kill them.

"Woohoo! Don't kill me, my medical books are limited, but my sin is not unto death!"

"That's right! Fever, fatigue, and aching limbs are all symptoms of wind chills. The Great Khan is sick, why should he kill us!

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These Langzhong cried and cried, but the soldiers ignored it, dragged or dragged, and led them to follow Gui Yingcha.

All the way to a remote corner, Guiying just stopped in front of a tent.

Here are the piles of grain and grass

Waiting for the material, few people come over when it's fine.

Turning around, Gui Yingcha looked at the eighteen Lang Zhong who were paralyzed on the ground.

"Who was the first to treat the Great Khan?"

No one answered.

"Don't say it? If you don't say anything, you'll die!" Gui Yingcha pulled out the treasure knife at his waist.

This sentence had an effect, and more than a dozen people pointed at a trembling middle-aged man at the same time.

"Bring it in."

After speaking, he walked into the tent first.

"Say, what disease does the Great Khan have?"

Inside the tent, Gui Yingcha stood in front of Lang Zhong with a knife in one hand, and asked with his head down.

"Wind, windchill!"

"I'll give you another chance, and you'll talk about it when you're ready. Great Khan, what disease do you have?" Gui Yingcha's tone was very slow, like a hammer hitting Lang Zhong's heart.

Lang Zhong opened his mouth, looked up at Gui Yingcha with a cold face, and opened his mouth.

"Big, big, spare the small."

Gui Yingcha didn't speak, and moved directly.

The sword flashed, and a human head flew high.

"Next!"

After a while, another Lang Zhong was pulled in.

"Next!"

Five or six langzhong came in a row, and the results were all the same, and Gui Yingcha's knife was a little blunt.

When Gui Yingcha shouted again, a thin man was dragged in, and his pants were wet when he saw his body still spurting blood on the ground for several rounds. Lying on the ground and kowtowing like pounding garlic.

"Your Excellency! Spare your life! For the sake of the little one who followed the army all the way and treated a lot of wounded, spare the little one's life! The small high hall has relatives, seventy is not far away, and it is really inseparable from the small one!"

"You're sharp-toothed, but whether you survive or not depends on your next answer!" Gui Yingcha laughed, but with the blood stains on his face, it was really not aesthetically pleasing.

"Adults ask, little ones answer!"

"What disease did the Great Khan have?"

"This," Lang Zhong, who had just said that he knew everything, hesitated.

He hesitated, and Gui Yingcha sneered and drew his knife.

"Don't, don't, I say I'll say!"

Lang Zhong stumbled, and Guiying stopped moving.

Although he doesn't have the wisdom to rule the world, he is not stupid.

As soon as he saw the appearance of the Great Khan, he knew that it was definitely not an ordinary wind cold. Let's not talk about whether the general wind chill is so serious, it is not normal for Zou Zhongnan to escape. He didn't believe that none of the doctors knew what disease Da Khan had, so he directly used the most brutal method, just to torture Da Khan and ask what disease he had. Otherwise, how to treat it? Even if you go to Daming for help, you have to tell what kind of illness you have, right?

On the other hand, if these guys really don't know, then there's no need to keep it.

"My lord, let's be honest, Da Khan is sick this time, and it is very likely that he is not infected with wind and cold. Because of the ordinary wind chill, the onset of the disease is not so fast and so severe!

Although the various symptoms of sweating may seem to be the same as wind chills, they are much more severe. It is not possible to cure the wind and cold with ironclad."

"Why do you hide it when you know what it is?"

"Because even if I knew, I wouldn't be able to do anything about it."

"What the hell is that?"

"My lord, have you ever heard of smallpox?"