After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Doctor Shu responded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes."

He turned and ran towards his dark room, and when he returned he was holding a thick stack of rice paper in his hand.

Spreading out the rice paper for Shen Jinmo, Doctor Shu smiled and served Shen Jinmo with his pen and ink: "If you don't want to talk, just write whatever comes to your mind. If I don't understand something, I will come and ask you for advice."

Shen Jinmo glanced at Doctor Shu solemnly, and wrote smoothly on a page of rice paper.

Put down your pen and return to the bed.

Doctor Shu rubbed his hands together, picked up the ink on the rice paper, blew it dry, and began to study it carefully as if he had found a treasure.

The more he read, the uglier his expression became: "Sir Shen, isn't it too brazen for you to use the medicinal properties of the Shennong's Herbal Classic to deceive this old minister?"

His voice was mischievous and tinged with sarcasm: "How is it? Does it look like the handwriting of the Medical Saint?"

"If you let me see more of her past writings, I can write more like her."

Since the first day of entering the underground palace, Shen Jinmo has been curious about how Xia Hong made Doctor Shu believe that the Medical Saint was still alive.

He didn't deliberately check. As long as Doctor Shu was in this underground palace, he would know all these details.

Yesterday, Imperial Doctor Shu had the secret guards escort him to the secret room opposite to see the poisonous insects being raised, hoping to get some useful words out of him.

Unfortunately, the letter that Doctor Shu framed to encourage himself was read thoroughly by Shen Jinmo.

Doctor Shu may not have committed many crimes himself, but countless people died from the poison he developed.

If a doctor lacks kindness, no matter how skilled he is, he will cause more harm to the people.

Doctor Shu doesn't deserve to be alive.

Now that he, who is trapped in the underground palace, has to take cartilage powder every day, Zhong Yuanyuan and Xia Xin outside the underground palace must have suffered different injuries.

Imperial Doctor Shu shouldn’t die, at least he shouldn’t die now.

Considering Chen Luo's physical condition, if Cheng Yangqiu could not develop an antidote, if Doctor Shu was still alive, he might be able to let Chen Luo borrow a few more years of life from God.

The time when one sits at the top of a crowd is too long and too cold, Xia Che also wants someone to accompany him.

Doctor Shu, this is Shen Jinmo’s farewell gift to Xia Che.

After this man finally fell into Xia Che's hands, he was killed and used as a tool, and it had nothing to do with him anymore.

The rice paper in his hand was clenched tightly into a ball, and Doctor Shu's breathing was rapid and heavy.

Eyes full of bloodshot, Doctor Shu leaned on the desk and stared at Shen Jinmo: "You...what do you mean?"

Shen Jinmo shattered the beautiful dream that Shu Taiyi had coaxed him into: "You and the Medical Saint are destined to have a different path because your original intentions are different."

Being touched on a sore spot, Doctor Shu suddenly raised his voice: "Lou'er and I are both unrivaled in medical skills. There is no one in the world who is more suitable than us."

Ignoring Doctor Shu's bluff, Shen Jinmo said, "You rely on your medical skills to cling to the rich and powerful, just to prove your strength to the world."

"The Medical Saint travels the world with his medical skills, hoping that there will be no diseases in the world, and the miraculous medicine will come out of the world."

"You and the Medical Saint used to share the same aspirations and paths when you were young, but now you have become irreconcilable enemies."

"If the Medical Saint were here, what he would most want to do right now would be to take your life with his own hands."

In this world, just because someone has equal abilities doesn't mean they can grow old together.

Love can temporarily blind one's rationality, but when the fog clears, it will be difficult to have a good ending.

Doctor Shu and the Medical Saint were destined not to be in the same place.

His upright back began to become hunched. He took two steps back while supporting himself on the desk and then sat down heavily on the floor.

His brother will not forgive him.

His Louer could not write words as tender and sweet as those in letters.

Xia Hong relied on a hypocritical lie to fulfill Shu's shattered wish, but he also hurt Shu badly.

What suddenly echoed in my mind was Zhong Yuanyuan’s question under the tree.

"Xiao Shu, my late husband saved you and your senior sister from a dangerous situation. You said that what you wanted in your life was to save the world. Did you achieve your wish?"

It turned out that it wasn't that Zhong Yuanyuan was unwilling to help him.

But people like him can't be pulled out at all.

He murmured in a low voice, full of disappointment: "Why...why don't you even give me the chance to dream?"

"The Medical Saint is dead. Chen Luo buried him personally. As the only direct disciple of the Medical Saint, Chen Luo is now bedridden due to poisoning caused by saving someone."

"You are living a life of drunkenness and debauchery every day. Even if you go to hell, the Medical Saint will not see you once."

Doctor Shu shed tears of despair alone, and his inner obsession to make amends supported him out of despair.

He should make up for his original intention, make up for the world, and also make up for him and Lou'er's only disciple.

Yes, it’s his and Lou’er’s.

"Where is our disciple now?"

"You and I can't even get out of this underground palace, how can we talk about saving people?"

Doctor Shu got up from the ground and said, "Now everyone in the palace is looking for Lord Shen. I will find a way to let them know where Lord Shen is."

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The end of the year is approaching, and this year's late winter has ushered in a very rare sunny day.

After chatting with the two little kids for a while and checking their recent homework, Chen Luo lay on the couch, basking in the sun with her eyes closed.

"Madam, please save us..."

"Madam, my husband can't hold on any longer. Please save us..."

"Madam, if you don't save us, the people of Dingxi County will all die..."

……

When Chen Luo was half asleep and half awake, she was suddenly awakened by one wailing after another.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality for a moment.

Shaking her head, the familiar weakness and soreness swept over her intuition. Chen Luo quickly threw off the blanket on her body, supported herself on the table and chair, walked to the counter, and took a bottle of stimulant pills in her hand.

Pushing open the door, under the golden sunlight, Luo Yuan showed unprecedented panic.

Chen Luo went straight to the gate, and the guards Han Zhou left in Luoyuan Garden knelt down in front of Chen Luo.

The order they received was: no matter what abnormalities occurred, Chen Luo must be kept safe.

"My dear, it's dangerous outside. You can't go out."

Walking around the guards, she said, "They are all my and my husband's people. What danger is there?"

Dozens of soldiers formed a human wall and prevented Chen Luo from going to the gate: "My queen, you really can't go out. It's too dangerous outside."

Chen Luo suddenly became serious: "What happened?"

"Some people in the city suddenly started vomiting a few days ago. We are investigating the cause. Don't worry, it can be controlled."

If it could really be controlled, and if the doctors in the city really had a way, why would these people who have enough surplus food at home come to Luoyuan for help?