Zhao Pu was worried, so he could only pin all his hopes on Shu Ange. Seventy percent sure is better than watching King Huo lose his vitality little by little.

That night, after everyone settled down, Zhao Pu burned a charcoal fire in King Huo's room and quietly stayed by the bed.

Looking at his master's closed eyes, he felt sad, and when he thought of the words of the white class master, he had a little hope in his heart.

After dinner, the white class master once came, Zhao Pu watched her change the bandages for King Huo, gave him acupuncture, and finally instructed him to stay by the side at night, if King Huo suddenly had a cold and heat, he must call her in time.

When Pingshui met, Shu Ange did his best to such a point, which moved Zhao Pu's heart.

Outside the window, there was the cry of a night owl, three long and one end, and the neck was chilling when I heard it.

Zhao Pu left the bed, walked to the door, opened the door a crack, and a black-clothed masked man made a few gestures to him, and then flashed into the room.

This is the code between Zhao Pu and his companions, he closed the door, the man in black pulled down the black scarf, and asked with a worried face: "How is the prince?" ”

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, five official uprightness, a straight back, and the courage and killing spirit of a soldier.

Zhao Pu frowned and sighed, lowered his voice and said: "There was a period of time during the day, the prince's cheeks were hot, his limbs were cold, and his breath was weak, so I had no choice but to park the carriage on the side of the road. ”

Hearing this, the black-clothed man's heart suddenly tightened, and he asked anxiously: "How is the situation of the prince now, is he out of danger?" ”

"The prince is much better now, the situation is really terrifying during the day, fortunately, the auspicious people have their own natural appearance, and there are nobles who help and use acupuncture to stop bleeding and reduce fever for the prince."

Zhao Pu sighed, and his face was full of happiness for the rest of his life.

The man in black walked to the edge of the bed, half-knelt on the ground, probed King Huo's snort with his fingers, and tested the temperature of his cheeks again.

"The one who saved the prince was Bai Jinzhu, the head of the Yuhe class, is he reliable?"

The man in black asked Zhao Pu, and he nodded in response: "It is the white class master, the white class master grew up in Lingyu Temple and studied under several senior monks. I saw that he was compassionate and kind, although he met in Pingshui, but he did not hide his personal interests for King Huo's medical treatment, and he was a trustworthy person. ”

When Zhao Pu first found Shu Ange, he was indeed sick and rushed to the doctor.

After all, King Huo saw that there was more air in and less air out, and if he delayed any longer, he was afraid that the immortals would be weak to return to the sky.

"In your opinion, how is the medical skills of the day shift master?"

After the man in black groaned, he asked such a question.

After Zhao Pu pondered carefully, he returned seriously: "The master of the day shift talks about medical theory, and he knows the symptoms of the prince well. I don't understand the prescription she prescribes, but her acupuncture skills are very magical. ”

"Let me copy a copy of the prescription, and I will divide into several routes with my brothers, all the way to Los Angeles to ask for a famous doctor, and all the way to the side to invite a famous doctor to see a doctor for King Huo."

"Here's the prescription."

Zhao Pu took out the prescription hidden in the box, and after the man in black copied it, he told Zhao Pu a few more words before leaving.

The door closed again, and Zhao Pu tucked the quilt for King Huo, leaned on the pedal under the bed, and held a vigil with his eyes closed with his sword in his arms.

He was loyal to King Huo and was willing to use his life to guard King Huo's safety.

Longtan Town is not big, suddenly a group of strangers came, it is said that it is still a shadow puppet troupe, the villagers are very rare, the next day dawn to join in the fun.

Entering the local customs, Uncle Yong, Mingxiu, and Liu Qilang chatted with adults amicably, played with children, and did not lose their temper when they encountered pestering bear children, and changed a few small tricks learned when they went south and north, and conquered them.

Shu Ange chatted with the villagers early in the morning, and after asking which side of the mountain had herbs, he went out with a bamboo basket on his back.

She asked all the way, and after going up the mountain, she used a flower hoe or sickle to dig out the herbs she needed.

Dihua's injuries were very serious, and the blood clotted in the skull was clotted, and if he wanted to heal him, he had to be extremely cautious, otherwise he would be killed if he was not careful.

He has been in a coma, his digestion is weakened, and the Chinese medicine is thick and bitter, and it is difficult for him to absorb the medicine smoothly.

If you want to save Dihua, you must first wake him up.

Shu Ange picked up the lamp all night, took out a few medical books from the original owner's collection from under the box, and looked at them over and over again.

These medical books are just ordinary diseases and treatments such as typhoid fever and miscellaneous diseases, and Shu Ange looked through these medical books to find inspiration.

Different herbs, different parts, and even different seasons have different medicinal effects.

Shu Ange stayed up all night, thought of several treatment options, and finally decided to choose the safest method. In this way, Dihua may wake up more slowly, but at least there will not be much risk.

The herbs she picked on the mountain were used to make medicinal baths for Dihua, and in the prescriptions she prescribed, in addition to the prepared medicinal herbs, there were also fresh medicinal herbs.

In the past, medicated baths were mostly auxiliary treatments, but due to the special situation of Dihua, Shu Ange's treatment of him was mainly acupuncture and medicated baths.

Shu Ange buried himself in collecting medicine on the mountain, and only at dusk did he carry a basket full of herbs down the mountain and return to the rented house.

Zhao Pu learned that Shu Ange went up the mountain to collect medicine during the day, and when he saw that she was busy until now, he came back, and he was ashamed and grateful.

The other party sincerely healed King Huo, but he was worried and concealed the true identity of himself and his master.

With the passage of time, Zhao Pu's trust in Shu Ange increased day by day, and he made a plan in his heart to discuss with his master when he was sober and told her the true identities of the two.

Three or five days later, Shu Ange gathered all the medicinal materials needed for the medicinal bath, and helped Dihua take a bath with Zhao Pu.

Since Dihua had been in a coma, it was a hassle for him to take a medicinal bath.

Shu Ange covered it up too well, Zhao Pu never knew that she was a woman dressed as a man, so he calmly took a medicinal bath with her to remove Dihua's clothes.

The hot water was poured into the bath bucket one by one, and Shu Ange took off his clothes for Dihua.

His bare wheat-colored skin has become a little white because he has not seen the sun for a long time.

Dihua's back and chest were covered with criss-crossing scars, most of them old wounds, but there were also a few new wounds with deep traces.

The scars on his body made Shu Ange stunned for a moment, she felt sorry for him, but it was not easy to show it.

Zhao Pu was afraid that Shu Ange would suspect Dihua's identity, and when he untied his clothes, he hurriedly made up for it: "My son-in-law likes martial arts since he was a child, and he likes to draw a sword to help when he sees injustice, and he has suffered some old injuries when he fought with people before. ”

"Well, let's help the boy into the barrel."

The scars on Dihua's body, as well as Zhao Pu's concealed attitude, made Shu Ange guess his true identity.

If it was really the person she had in mind, then he would definitely be a respectable hero.

(It's time for a holiday today, are you happy?)