Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

The theory of medical pathology is profound and extensive, with complex and endless factors to explore. The course of the disease and the condition vary from person to person.

Such as typhoid fever.

Some people can recover with just a little medicine, but for others it has no effect, and some even die from it.

Who would believe that a simple illness could lead to death? Xiao Yan might be that one in a million.

Being a doctor might mean worrying about life. Lu Ziqing always takes care of others but rarely takes care of himself.

He has become much more haggard and thinner recently, and now he is still working by the boiler to boil medicine with injuries all over his body.

The palm-leaf fan swayed, my body was wrapped in the warmth of the fire, and my eyelids seemed to be fighting to close.

The strong bitter smell of herbs filled the tent, but it was also mixed with a hint of something else.

Lu Ziqing had an extremely keen sense of smell, and it was a very faint smell of... milk.

He suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to see Wu Ji taking a stool and sitting over to him, snatching the palm-leaf fan from his hand.

"Brother Lu, let me do it. You haven't recovered from your injuries yet, and you've been working day and night to trouble others."

Wu Ji added a handful of dry branches to the fire pit.

"As subordinates, no one would care even if we died of exhaustion. You should save your energy and rest."

After spending more than half a month together, Wu Ji and Lu Ziqing gradually became familiar with each other and spoke and acted more casually.

Although the criticism behind people's backs is inappropriate, the complaints are true.

In this world, it is not easy to be a servant. No one loves you. The only way for us to keep each other warm is to avoid feeling lonely and hopeless during the bitter and cold days.

Lu Ziqing raised his hand to pinch the sleepiness from the corners of his eyes and spoke slowly.

"There are too many injustices in this world, and it's impossible to stop complaining. Life is but a few decades long. If you want to cherish your life, you must put aside all distractions."

He himself didn't even believe what he said, and it could only serve to comfort others.

Wu Ji shook his head and sighed, looking at the medicine in the pot.

"Is the general's poisoning really that serious? Didn't Brother Lu say the snake wasn't very poisonous? I've been taking a lot of internal and external medications these past few days, so why isn't he getting better?"

"It's hard to explain poison in a few words. Everyone's constitution is different, so it depends on the individual."

Lu Ziqing frowned, his expression gloomy, his thoughts drifting to that person.

He became more worried as Xiao Yan didn't get better. Only if this man survived could he seek an opportunity to enter the palace.

So, we must save his life at all costs.

Wu Ji couldn't bear to see Lu Ziqing tired, so he insisted on running an errand for such a small matter as delivering the medicine.

When he was about to reach the general's tent with the medicine box, he suddenly lowered his head cautiously.

The guards were all wearing armor and holding sharp weapons, their steel helmets covered their cold, iron faces and their faces could not be seen. There was a guard post every three steps standing in all directions, and patrols were constantly coming and going.

The security is so tight that it's frightening.

Wu Ji walked into the tent with his body slightly bent. The room was brightly lit. He put the medicine on the small table and looked to the side.

Seeing that Xiao Yan's face was pale, his whole body was like an icicle in the cold winter, without any warmth, and he lay quietly on the small couch with his eyes closed.

It was completely different from his previous cold and solemn appearance.

He couldn't help but sigh, "Is the steel sword of the Daning Dynasty really going to rust and break here?"

Lu Ziqing took a short rest in the medicine tent, then turned around and went to the isolation tent, grabbed Su Chengfeng and took him back to the sleeping tent to apply medicine.

Su Chengfeng took off his pants and lay on the wooden bed, his face tilted and resting on the back of his hand, with a faint bruise on his butt.

He was beaten with ten military sticks a few days ago, and he gets angry whenever he mentions this.

"That grandson surnamed Yang was too ruthless." Su Chengfeng snorted, "He just saw that my martial arts skills were not inferior to his and I offended him, so he took revenge."

He slapped the bed with a bang, kicking up some dust, and continued to complain.

"This grandson is a lunatic. Look at his dark face on a daily basis. He's just like his boss. He acts like someone owes him money and gets crazy at the slightest provocation. I think calling him Yang Dianfeng is more appropriate."

Lu Ziqing listened quietly, took the medicine and applied it on the wound, only to hear Su Chengfeng groan again.

"He has met me. Others may be afraid of him, but I am not. In terms of martial arts, I am not inferior to him. In terms of appearance, he is not as handsome as me. Ziqing, don't you agree?"

Su Chengfeng couldn't see that the Ziqing he was talking about was standing behind him, looking speechless and at a loss whether to laugh or cry, looking at the back of his head and shaking his head.

"Yes, yes, yes! No one is as handsome, brave, and skilled in martial arts as our hero Su."

This made the guy lying on the ground grin.

"But..." Lu Ziqing said, "Your wound is intact. I think he showed mercy."

"He's showing no mercy." Su Chengfeng stood up excitedly, "I think he wants to beat me to death."

Su Chengfeng moved suddenly, causing the medicine bowl in Lu Ziqing's hand to shake, and he pushed him down.

"Lie down!"

"If he wanted to beat you to death, with his strength, why wouldn't your butt just be red and swollen for a few days and you still be lying here talking to me?"

He dipped a cotton swab in the medicine and applied it carefully to his skin, then continued slowly.

"If it were one of his men, you would be torn to pieces."

This is not without reason. Judging from Yang Zhounan's strong and resolute appearance, you can tell that he is a tough guy.

If he shows no mercy, will the person being beaten have any chance of survival?

If an ordinary soldier had used that much force, even if he wasn't crippled, his skin would have been cracked and bleeding.

Su Chengfeng was lost in thought, his expression complicated, when he heard Lu Ziqing say again behind him,

"It's my fault. I didn't think it through. Because of me, you got beaten up for no reason. I guess..."

"Why are you saying that again?" Su Chengfeng turned his head away. "I told you, there's no need for these polite words between you and me. I don't like to hear them."

He laid his face back down.

After a moment, Su Chengfeng spoke slowly.

"I've known you, Lu Ziqing, since I was twelve years old. It's been fourteen years now. Back then, I was a homeless kid, living from hand to mouth, hanging out with gangs and fighting all day long. If I didn't fight, I'd starve to death. If I didn't fight, I'd be beaten to death."

"I can say that I've never been hungry since I met you. You always secretly give us street kids food, and often bring medicine to the dilapidated temple to treat our injuries."

"At that time, I thought, you are a well-mannered child, only one year younger than me. You are not only knowledgeable about medicine, but can also cure diseases and save lives. You don't look down on others. You have food to eat, drink, family, and ideals. Unlike us, we are useless, fighting all day long, without anyone to rely on, and can't even live a normal life, let alone that distant future."

He fixed his eyes on the void, sighed softly and continued.

"Your master and senior sister are rare good people. They took me and Cheng Yi in without any hesitation. That's when I started to think that I can't just live my whole life in a muddle. I have to do something."

"So, you went to learn martial arts from a master?" Lu Ziqing suddenly interjected, saying with a smile, "Aren't you going there just to look like the big brother?"

Su Chengfeng: "..."

In fact, Lu Ziqing's family did good deeds and never asked for anything in return. He felt bad about it, so he made the excuse that he wanted to learn martial arts in order to show off to his eldest brother.

I want to do something in my own way, without leaving any trace.

So that I won’t wake up in the middle of the night and think of this family wandering around the world and being bullied by others.

The secret that had been in my heart for many years was torn open and revealed on the spot.

Su Chengfeng buried his head in his arms with an embarrassed look on his face, mumbling something in his mouth, and the food slipped away as if it was burned.

“…Ah…that’s…that’s right.”

In fact, even if Su Chengfeng refused to admit it, Lu Ziqing knew that mood and feeling. He was repaying a favor, just like himself.

Time passed quickly, and Xiao Yan had been lying on the couch for five days.

Lu Ziqing thought about it over and over again but still couldn't understand it. He had almost torn apart the medical books, but he still felt that his treatment ideas were correct.

Which link is the problem?

At this moment, he walked into Xiao Yan's tent carrying the medicine box.