Shuyi ordered Kyushu with one hundred and eight imperial lists, announcing to the world that the princess was seriously ill and there was no doctor for medicine, and if there was a miracle doctor who could save the princess's illness, he would definitely respond to his request.

After the emperor list was posted, all kinds of divine doctors in one hundred and eight cities in Kyushu poured into Wuxinju like flowing water, but Huaxin's body did not improve at all, and she was completely thin into a handful of dry bones, and Shuyi could only use the spiritual power of Chi Ming to hang her life every day.

It wasn't until the seventh day that someone finally arrogantly unveiled the one hundred and eight emperor lists, and the gods appeared in Wuxinju unconsciously.

The person who came stood in front of the court, neither humble nor arrogant, not short, but slightly rickety, half-dressed, and not good-looking.

Xuanyuan Mo saw that Shuyi was hesitant and introduced, "He is the famous dumb doctor in the rivers and lakes ten years ago. ”

Shuyi raised his eyebrows, no wonder this white-bearded old man seemed to be extremely ordinary, but when he saw him, he didn't bow down and didn't salute, he was quite arrogant, it turned out that he was a dumb doctor.

In the past few days, in addition to taking care of Huaxin, he has read some information and has some understanding about the dumb doctor.

Judging from the cases treated by the dumb doctor, the skill of the doctor did not disappoint him, and compared with the light and the same dust, it is indeed not much better.

And the dumb doctor does like to travel all over the world, and his whereabouts are difficult to determine, because he has always been a suspenseful consultation, never approaching, only giving prescriptions, never speaking, so no one has seen his true face, and no one has ever heard him speak, so the people in the rivers and lakes are called - dumb doctors.

Now I didn't expect that he would show his face without concealment.

Shuyi turned sideways, and the dumb doctor walked straight into the inner courtyard, walked to the painting couch, glanced back at Shuyi who followed up, and motioned for him to go out.

Shuyi is confused, isn't it a hanging wire consultation?

Why don't you go out on your own, instead of the dumb doctor?

Standing silent for a moment, Shuyi couldn't figure out his thoughts from the dumb doctor's indifferent face, and because he was a mute, it was inconvenient to ask more.

Afraid that he would not be able to plot against the heart, Shuyi had no choice but to coldly warn, "It doesn't matter if you are a human being, an immortal or a demon, since you have entered the door of Wuxinju, do what you should do, as long as you can cure the princess, no matter what you want, this king will answer you." However, if you can't cure the princess, don't think that you can still live and go out of the house. You need to always remember that from now on, if the princess is fine, you will be fine, and if the princess is not good, this king will make you a thousand times worse!"

After saying that, Shuyi slowly turned around and went out, and walked to the door, afraid that the dumb doctor was not only dumb, but also deaf, so he turned around and raised his palm to caress it, and printed Fang Cai's words on a thin Xuan, and sent it to the dumb doctor with the wind on his sleeve.

After Shuyi went out, Xuanyuan Mo closed the door from the outside. The dumb doctor turned to look at the woman on the bed, her lips were black, her face was pale, her eyebrows were closed, her breath was like a gossamer, and she couldn't help clenching her fists.

Half-kneeling in front of the couch, he rubbed her cold eyebrows with trembling hands, his eyes were red, and he was crying blood.

His heart, why was he tortured like this as soon as he was not by her side, why did she never take good care of the man who kept saying that she loved her in this life?

"I'm here, and in the future, whether you want it or not, I will take care of you personally. "The voice is like a mosquito, and I tremble.

His hands were lightly covered with hers, one hand was as rotten as dead wood, and the other hand was as bright as white jade, slowly overlapping each other, like that night in the snow under the flowers, through the white jade cup, their fingers were interlocked.

A wave of heat continued to enter the painting's heart, and the familiar breath made her fingertips tremble, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them.

Tears silently slipped down her eyelashes and fell into the crimson brocade.

Just this line of tears let him know that she was not doing well without him.