After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

In order to reduce the possibility of infection, only one person can stay in the room each time the medicine is given.

After everyone left, she looked at the man on the bed and sighed distressedly, then wiped his chapped lips with a moistened cotton cloth.

Then he picked up the bowl of medicine beside him and carefully fed it into his mouth one spoonful at a time.

After she had swallowed the last sip of the medicine, she put the medicine bowl aside, put her fingers between the other's fingers, and interlocked theirs.

A pure white halo gathered in Xiyu's palm, and spiritual energy continuously flowed through her palm to the other person's meridians.

Like a slowly flowing stream, it gradually seeped into his internal organs, constantly nourishing them.

Focusing her spiritual power on her eyes, the scene before her eyes changed, and her internal organs appeared in her sight, glowing dark red.

The uneven spots on it are very obvious, which shows that the damage caused by this plague to the internal organs.

The tip of her nose felt sore, her eyes gradually became moist, tears welled up in her eyes, and her vision became increasingly blurred.

With such severe internal damage, he must have felt very uncomfortable over the past few days.

She directed the spiritual energy to gather there and began to nourish and repair it. The palms of both of them were glowing with pure white halos, which contained endless vitality and healing power.

Under the cover of this halo, the originally damaged area began to slowly recover...

The body was enveloped by warmth, and the internal organs that had been feeling burning all the time seemed to be flowing with a warm current.

Yinzhen's consciousness gradually returned, his lips and tongue were filled with a bitter taste, and he didn't know how long he had been unconscious.

He woke up slowly and opened his eyelids with great effort. In front of him was a white halo. In the halo was the young concubine, wearing simple and elegant Han clothing.

Her eyes were red and tears dripped down her cheeks like beads that had broken off the string. She was crying silently.

It must be a dream... He thought, otherwise how could Xiaofujin appear beside him...

The tingling longing in my heart is growing little by little.

Tears dripped onto the back of his hand, bringing a little coolness. Yinzhen's body suddenly regained strength. He supported himself on the bed with his arms and sat up. He put his big hands around Concubine Xiao's waist to bring her closer, and rubbed her back and forth with his long fingers.

Xiyu was frightened and hurriedly withdrew her spiritual power. Her eyes were moist and shiny, like a frightened deer.

"Master?"

She looked into Yinzhen's handsome phoenix eyes and whispered softly.

"exist."

Yinzhen's voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up, his eyebrows were drooping, and his black pupils were as deep as ink, as if he wanted to trap the person in front of him.

Hearing the answer, she slowly blinked her eyelashes, her long eyelashes curled like butterfly wings, trembling slightly, casting a shadow in her pupils.

A crystal teardrop slid down from the corner of her eye, and then it was as if the floodgates of emotion had been opened and she couldn't control herself. Tears flowed out like a fountain and slowly dripped down her chin.

When Yinzhen saw her like this, he felt a bitter feeling in his heart.

He leaned in close, pressing her into his arms, his warm breath on her face.

Because I just drank some medicine, and it still tastes a little bitter.

The fingers grasping the waist exerted slight force, and the veins on the back of the hand were bulging, showing a strong sense of power.

"Don't cry."

His voice was low and hoarse, whispering in my ear.

His soft lips fell on the little concubine's eyebrows, gently kissed away the tears at the corners of her eyes, and then turned down and lingered back and forth.

The fingers behind her head applied slight force, their movements restrained and tender.

He kissed away her tears, slightly distanced himself from her, rubbed his nose against hers, and whispered softly, "You in my dream... are also beautiful."

Xiyu felt itchy at the man's appearance and she grabbed his clothes helplessly, her palms soaked with wetness.

There was a moist light in the light brown eyes, the cherry red lips were slightly open, and their breaths intertwined with each other.

Yinzhen lowered his beautiful eyes, his gaze fell on her red lips, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

His slender fingers gently twisted the delicate lips, a strong possessive desire surged in his eyes, and he followed his heart and grabbed the other's breath.

After a light kiss, he deepened the kiss, showing his possessiveness.

The kiss went from shallow to deep, with saliva entwined between the tongues.

Xiyu's mind was blank, and she had long forgotten the danger of exposing her identity. She could only obediently close her eyes and respond instinctively.

As they kissed, the strength around my waist suddenly disappeared.

When she opened her eyes, she found that the man's clothes were wrinkled and he was fainted on the bed. Two streaks of bright red blood were flowing from his nose.

Xiyu sat on the bed in a daze. After a moment, she suddenly burst into laughter, unable to conceal the smile in her eyes.

She forgot that the tears and saliva of the thousand-year-old ginseng spirit are concentrated essences and are excellent tonics.

His body was weak at that moment and could not be replenished. He had just sucked out so many tears, and the two of them kissed for so long, so naturally he could not bear it.

Xiyu picked up the belt that had fallen on the bed at some point and tied it again.

Then he leaned over to raise the man's head a little higher, and carefully wiped the blood with the handkerchief he had just wet.

She then dug out some clean pajamas for him to change into from the box on the floor, and only then did she have time to hand over the bowl of medicine.

"Fujin——"

Zhao Kuangsheng called softly.

He had a triangular bandana covering his mouth and nose, and was sneaking around the door.

Xiyu handed the medicine bowl to Xia Ying and walked over. "What's the matter?"

"Just now, several doctors said that although the prescriptions they chose before were effective, the effects were slow. They asked me if I had a new prescription..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiyu understood and called the person in.

He was not a stubborn person and knew to bring the medical records of the county's illnesses to her first.

There is a stone table under the banyan tree in the courtyard, and the breeze brings a hint of coolness.

Xiyu spent an entire afternoon reading the entire medical record and memorizing it.

Seeing her close the medical record in her hand and begin to summarize the symptoms, Zhao Kuangsheng's originally small eyes widened into a round shape, filled with shock.

He was able to remember it in such a short time and write a new prescription immediately. Didn't he just show off his skills in front of Lady Fu Jin?

A genius like Fu Jin was simply buried in the Fourth Master's backyard.

Xiyu divided the symptoms in the medical records into more than ten categories, marked the upper right corner of the symptoms, and put them together with the prescription and gave them to Zhao Kuangsheng.

"I suspect that this epidemic will mutate and cause different symptoms in different people. You and the other imperial doctors should first carefully examine these symptoms on the sick people, and change the medicine according to the different symptoms."

Her voice is calm and powerful, giving people a sense of security.

Zhao Kuangsheng nodded and responded repeatedly, occasionally raising his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead.