Huo Siyu didn't dare to sleep all night, and kept hugging Su Duhuan, for fear that she would wake up because she was afraid.

The night passed, while Su Duhuan had not woken up, Huo Siyu stared at her pure and immaculate little face, couldn't help but lean over, her lips pressed against her forehead, and then secretly left the cell while the sun had not yet risen.

Su Duanhuan slept very peacefully this night, and always felt warm around her, when she opened her eyes, she only found that she was wearing a man's clothes, and there was still residual warmth on them.

The crisp smell lingered on the tip of his nose, and Su Duhuan sat up in shock, hugged his clothes and smelled them.

"...... of the Throne"

She stood up abruptly and looked around: "Huo Siyu... Where are you? Why don't you see me? ”

Su Duhuan slowly squatted down against the wall and hugged the clothes in his arms.

"Huo Siyu... Why..."

Huo Siyu leaned against the wall of the cell, avoiding Su Qianhuan's gaze, his eyebrows furrowed.

Yehuang walked over: "Lord Wang......"

Huo Siyu made a silent gesture, and the two left the prison.

"Lord Wang, those jailers have been dealt with."

"Well, there are many people in the prison to keep an eye on, Huan'er can't make any mistakes, if something happens again, you don't have to go back to the palace."

Huo Siyu finished his order and strode away.

Yehuang trembled and responded.

The plague in the capital has spread, and most of the people have been infected, so Huo Siyu led people to separate the infected people and place them alone in a house.

Wen Zhong took everyone in the hospital with him, and he was very busy, but unfortunately he still couldn't find a way to treat it.

Huo Siyu brought people to exert pressure.

"Imperial Doctor Wen!" Huo Siyu strode in, Ye Huang took a chair and put it in the middle of the courtyard, Huo Siyu lifted the hem of his clothes, sat down, crossed his legs, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Chong: "Imperial Doctor Wen, my father attaches great importance to the plague, it's been a day, and you haven't found a way yet?" ”

Wen Zhong knelt down and bowed his head: "Back to the Nine Princes, this plague is menacing, and the old minister ......"

"You just say if you can cure it! This king doesn't want to hear you say those reasons, and finding reasons will only prove that you are a waste! ”

Wen Zhong was dumbfounded, hesitated for a long time and didn't speak.

Huo Siyu ran out of patience, stood up, and glanced at him: "This king will go to report to his father, Imperial Doctor Wen does not have the ability to solve the plague." ”

"Lord Wang!" Wen Chong's face changed in shock, he raised his head suddenly, knelt forward, and kowtowed in front of Huo Siyu: "Lord Wang, give the old minister another half a chance!" Just half a day! ”

Huo Siyu's eyebrows were cold: "Half a day? How many people in the capital do you want to die? ”

"Old minister..."

"Wen Zheng, this matter is taken over by you, if you can't do it, this king will see that the hospital will also change hands, and you are not suitable to be the leader of the hospital."

Huo Siyu's cold words made Wen Chong's body cold.

He kept begging for mercy: "Lord Wang! Lao Chen must be able to! Just half a day... No... Two hours! ”

Wen Zhong raised two fingers.

Huo Siyu glanced at him indifferently, flicked his sleeves and left.

After he left, Wen wiped a handful of sweat and stood up tremblingly.

Ye Shu stepped forward to support Wen Zheng, and said indignantly: "Master, I think the Ninth Prince is for Su Duanhuan, if you can't solve it, the Nine Princes will definitely let Su Duanhuan get out of prison, and at that time, Su Duanhuan will steal the limelight, and the hospital will really lose face." ”

"I'm not going to get her out of jail! What kind of thing is Su Duhuan! ”

Wen Zhong squinted his eyes and said fiercely.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

"I remember there was an ancient prescription written in a medical book, and we could try it."

Ye Shu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened: "Master, that recipe... There are very serious sequelae, do you really want to try? What if..."

"What are you afraid of, the sequelae are stronger than the plague! Besides, as long as you control the herbs, you will be fine! Wen Zheng's eyes were full of blood red: "We must not let Su Duhuan's little slut solve this matter, as long as we can solve it, the emperor will definitely give her death, as soon as she dies, we will have no worries." ”