Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Xiao Yan lay on the couch, still looking pale and listless, with his eyebrows tightly closed and his eyes twitching from time to time.

Lu Ziqing changed the medicine for him and ordered someone to bring a basin of hot water to wipe his body. This took quite a while.

Now he was sitting on the edge of the couch again, holding Xiao Yan's hand and massaging his acupoints. Seeing that he looked sick, he muttered to himself.

"Why don't you get better?"

"Think about me, Lu Ziqing. I started learning to identify herbs from my master at the age of seven, climbed countless mountains, and was able to see patients on my own at the age of eleven. In the past eighteen years, I have traveled all over the mountains and rivers, seen exotic flowers and herbs, and treated countless difficult and complicated diseases. But you are the only one who has left me helpless."

"If you keep lying like this, what should I do? It's been five years. When will I ever find them?"

Lu Ziqing changed his hand and continued pressing, sighing softly.

"I know that deliberately approaching you is not a moral act, but I really... I have no other choice. You are the only one who can help me right now."

For sick people who have been lying in bed for a long time, regular massage and washing will help them recover.

In addition to changing the dressings, Lu Ziqing also gave Xiao Yan massages these days.

Perhaps because he pressed too hard, the big hand in his hand suddenly gently grasped his thumb.

Lu Ziqing had been distracted and thought that he had squeezed the person too hard and hurt him, so he immediately reduced the pressure a little and pressed for a while longer.

At this time, a soldier came in and reported: "Army doctor, we need you to go to the isolation tent."

"it is good!"

Lu Ziqing tilted his head slightly, pulled out his thumb and stood up, only to feel his hand tighten.

He looked back and saw Xiao Yan holding his hand tightly, his brows twitching in a daze, as if he was not sleeping well.

Lu Ziqing put down his uneasy hand and walked out of the tent.

Yang Zhounan was patrolling around the prison van when he saw Su Chengfeng coming out of the tent in front carrying a medicine box and heading towards the military doctor's tent.

He hurried to catch up, but before he got close, Su Chengfeng heard some noise. He turned around and saw that it was his enemy, so he walked even faster.

Yang Zhounan glanced at him sideways and said, "You're walking so fast, your injury must have healed quickly."

Su Chengfeng walked around a line of patrol soldiers and said sarcastically, "Thank you, General Yang, for your mercy and for not killing me."

"Oh, you're still holding a grudge." Yang Zhounan glanced at his sweaty collar and said, "Injuring soldiers and disobeying discipline is a violation of military regulations. If I don't beat you up, it will be difficult to convince the others. You need to control your temper in the army."

"General Yang is right." Su Chengfeng's face fell. "How dare I hold a grudge? I don't want to be beaten with the military stick again."

Yang Zhounan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "I know you don't accept it, but this is in the military. Since you have entered this circle, you can only hide in silence if you don't accept it."

Su Chengfeng looked at him sideways for a moment and said, "If you dare to say this to me again outside this circle, you will be my master."

"It sounds interesting." Yang Zhounan met the arrogance in Su Chengfeng's eyes, "I'm looking forward to it."

It was almost midnight when Lu Ziqing returned to his tent. He fell on the wooden bed and let out a long sigh.

Only when I relaxed did I realize that I had been busy all afternoon and hadn't had dinner yet. I was so hungry that I felt a little anxious and weak.

His stomach was throbbing with a dull pain. He closed his eyes and curled up on his side. He felt a little better when he put his hand on his stomach.

Lu Ziqing smelled a fragrance in a daze, and slowly opened his eyes. He saw the curtain was lifted and Su Chengfeng walked in with food.

"Get up and eat something before going to sleep."

Su Chengfeng put the food on the small box beside the bed. Lu Ziqing curled up without moving, so he squatted over and asked.

"Your stomach hurts again? You're always so hungry and full. If you keep going like this, your stomach will be ruined."

Lu Ziqing looked at him helplessly, "Don't you hope for the best for me?"

"I'm worried because I hope you're well." Su Chengfeng helped him up. "Others may be fine, but you've become ill from exhaustion."

Lu Ziqing listened without responding. He took the chopsticks and picked up a piece of mushroom, put it in his mouth, and listened to him speak.

"We haven't entered the palace yet. You have to be more careful. I can only help you fight, but I can't cure your illness."

As soon as Lu Ziqing's lips touched the dish, he subconsciously took it away and looked at it. His face changed slightly, "This is..."

After seeing things clearly, he suddenly felt unwell and stood up abruptly, causing Su Chengfeng to stand up as well and look at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"what happened?"

Lu Ziqing didn't explain the reason, and quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks, grabbed Su Chengfeng's wrist, put two fingers on his wrist and began to feel his pulse, then opened his eyelids and asked him four fatal questions in a row.

"Do you feel nauseous or want to vomit? Where do you feel uncomfortable? What did you eat last night? Have you eaten this mushroom?"

What a mess! Which one should I answer first?

Su Chengfeng was confused and became nervous because of his anxiety.

"I...had the corn cakes for dinner. I was late getting these mushrooms and only managed to snag a few. I saved them for you. What happened?"

Lu Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "Fortunately, this person is not greedy and is able to survive. If it were Wu Ji..."

Bukit?

He then asked, "Has Wuji eaten yet?"

Su Chengfeng said, "I don't even have anything to eat, so how can there be any for him?"

Less than two seconds later, Lu Ziqing seemed to remember something and asked anxiously, "How many people in the army have eaten this mushroom?"

"It wasn't much anyway. Half of the people in our tent should have eaten it." Su Chengfeng said, "The one in the tent just took it."

"what!"

Lu Ziqing's eyes suddenly widened, and he limped out. Su Chengfeng was stunned for a moment and followed him out, but was stopped by soldiers as he reached the door.

"The military doctor cannot come in now. The general is having dinner. I will inform you after he finishes his dinner."

It will be too late when it’s all used up, Lu Ziqing thought.

He pushed forward regardless, "There's no time left, let me in, the general is in danger, get out of the way."

The soldier listened more and more outrageous, and advised: "Doctor, please be careful. We see that you are a person who takes good care of the general, so we are giving you such kind advice. Don't cross the line. Otherwise, we will have to arrest you first."

These people are really dedicated. Lu Ziqing was anxiously turning around in circles.

"Why don't you believe me? The general can't eat that food. Get out of the way."

The guard didn't want to listen to any more nonsense, so he raised his hand and waved, and several soldiers gathered around him. Su Chengfeng arrived just in time, stood in front of Lu Ziqing, and yelled at the soldiers.

"Your general is dying, get out of the way, or you will all be buried with him."

Lu Ziqing: “…”

These words immediately made him feel that "this person has a poisonous mouth".

The leader's expression grew increasingly angry, and he drew his sword and charged at them, "Capture these two."

Su Chengfeng knocked down the soldiers who were coming towards him with a few palms and snatched a knife.

Soldiers surrounded him one after another. Lu Ziqing knocked down a few of them and hid behind Su Chengfeng.

He raised his knife to block and led his men to guard the door of the general's tent. Lu Ziqing quickly entered the tent behind him and saw that a soldier had already put the food into Xiao Yan's mouth.

"Don't feed him." He shouted immediately.

The soldier slowly turned around upon hearing the sound, staring at him with cold and vicious eyes.

Lu Ziqing's eyelids twitched.

There's something wrong with this guy!

He immediately became alert and asked, "Who are you?"

Unexpectedly, the soldier smashed the bowl into pieces without saying a word, and the food spilled everywhere.

He suddenly drew out his knife and took two or three steps forward to chop at Lu Ziqing.

Lu Ziqing took a few steps back, quickly pressed his other wrist with one hand, and suddenly raised his hand to point at the soldiers rushing towards him.

In an instant, two short needles flew out at an extremely fast speed and pierced the soldier's eyebrows, causing him to fall to the ground on the spot.

There was constant scuffling and shouting outside the tent.

Lu Ziqing quickly helped Xiao Yan up, held his chin with one hand, and gently pinched his mouth open.

"Hurry, spit it out."

Xiao Yan felt a little dizzy and weak, and he lowered his head to spit out the half-chewed mushroom.

He looked at Lu Ziqing and said gloomily, "Are mushrooms poisonous?"

Lu Ziqing said "hmm" and asked, "How much did you eat?"

"The one just now." Xiao Yan said.

"Fortunately," Lu Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief. "It's just that a small number of soldiers have already eaten them. Perhaps some soldiers didn't recognize the poisonous mushrooms and brought them back."

Xiao Yan asked, "Is there any hope?"

Lu Ziqing shook his head and said, "It's almost an hour past dinner time. The army doesn't have an antidote, so I'm afraid it's too late."

Xiao Yan looked at the man on the ground. Lu Ziqing followed his gaze and immediately understood.

He thought to himself, "It's over. Killing a soldier is a capital crime. Even if he survives, he'll go to jail. I could just injure him. Why kill him directly? I shouldn't have acted so rashly. Sigh..."

He stood up and explained, "This soldier just wanted to kill me, so I..."

"Ziqing, they are all crazy."

Before Lu Ziqing could finish his words, Su Chengfeng rushed in with blood all over his face.