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The people in the back room came back one after another. Those who lost their families cried to death, and the thin merchants even fainted from crying. Everyone rushed to help the front and back until late at night.

That night, no one could sleep well.

Qiu Wenshu tossed and turned on the bed, unable to fall asleep.

After they were arrested and brought into the mansion, no one interrogated them, they always entertained them with good food and drink, and occasionally released one or two people, he thought that Zhu Yuan had a kind heart... Unexpectedly... Sigh... He really doesn't know people well...

Qiu Wenshu sat up from the bed, the moonlight shone on him lightly through the window, fully showing the annoyance on his face.

Three years ago, when Ning Chen made fun of his Qiu family for military power, he thought Ning Chen was a good person.

Three years later, Ning Chen was eliminating harm for the people, but he had preconceived ideas about Ning Chen as he was three years ago.

The ancients said that a scholar should treat each other with admiration for three days... It seems that he can't even learn the superficial...

The merits and demerits balance out, Ning Chen accidentally saved his life, and if he doesn't want to have any contact with Ning Chen again, he should thank him in person, right?

Qiu Wenshu was troubled all night, and finally made up his mind to thank Ning Chen. Early the next morning, he heard that Ning Chen was leading the army and was no longer in the Zhu Mansion.

The army also couldn't spare any manpower to take them back to Daning, saying that they would not be able to take them back until the escorts arrived.

After the merchant woke up, he ran to kowtow outside the courtyard where Ning Chen lived, and within a few days he decided to join the army.His surname is Fang and his name is Congbao. He has resold goods between Sanmiao and Daning since he was a child. He is very familiar with Sanmiao and has been reused very quickly.

Gradually, they began to do small tasks such as sweeping and sweeping within their capabilities, and the back room gradually became empty.

Qiu Wenshu didn't like to eat for free, because he knew a few herbs, and the master and servant were both literate, so they helped in the medical clinic during the day and re-transcribed manuscripts at night.

The Military Medical Center is located in a courtyard next to the corner gate of the outer courtyard of Zhufu. The doctor's name is Feng Youting. He is a rough guy, very talkative, even Qiu Wenshu is a little cheerful.

Unknowingly, after one month, the army suddenly returned to camp, and some of them entered Zhucheng.

At that time, Qiu Wenshu and Yinquan were helping in the medical clinic, Meng Guan came to find Feng Youting in person, and after a while, Feng Youting hurriedly carried the medicine box on his back, and went out with the medicine boy.

When Qiu Wenshu saw it, he felt something ominous, frowned slightly, and absently sorted the herbs.

"Master, are you tired?" Yinquan asked with concern.

Qiu Wenshu nodded slightly.

After Feng Youting left the clinic, he was hurriedly brought to Ning Chen.

As soon as he entered the door, Feng Youting saw Ning Chen sitting on the bed, frowning and looking at Zhezi. At first glance, he looked the same as usual, but his lips were pale, trembling slightly, and half of his right shoulder still remained. An arrow with a handle, the blood stained the red uniform deeply.It seems that he is relying on the book to divert his attention.

"My lord, the doctor is here, lie down quickly." Meng Guan was very worried, and after a hasty salute, he wanted to help Ning Chen to lie down.

Ning Chen handed the folder to Meng Guan, moved down by himself, and lay down.

Feng Youting pleaded guilty, walked up to Ning Chen, bent down to check his wound.

Ning Chen frowned, and said impatiently, "It's very itchy."

After looking, hearing and questioning for a long time, Feng Youting dared to make a conclusion that there were three seedlings in the arrow. The poison was not strong, but it would make people itchy and affect the healing.But the wound is not deep, just pull it out and apply the medicine. He hastily wrote a prescription, asked the medicine boy to dispense the medicine, and then he drew the arrow and squeezed the blood for Ning Chen.

Ning Chen also cooperated, humming twice, very restrained.

But when the medicine boy was applying the medicine, Ning Chen hissed almost instantly, and stared at him fiercely, his cold eyes made people feel chills all over his body.

Everyone was shocked, and the drug boy who was slapped severely by the eyes fell down on the ground, pleading guilty again and again.

Ning Chen's temples were covered with sweat, and he stood sideways, with his left hand resting on his right shoulder, feeling the urge to scratch, and asked sinisterly, "What medicine did you give me?"

"My lord, this medicine has the same properties," Feng Youting hurriedly knelt down, and said in a trembling voice, "The itching will be several times stronger."

Meng Guan anxiously asked: "Is there no other medicine?"

"Yes, it's just that the effect of the medicine is not so good..." Feng Youting hesitated, "The healing will be slower."

Meng Guan said: "That's fine, go quickly—"

"Okay, let's take the medicine." Ning Chen said coldly, and then lay back down again, his chest heaving and falling, as if he was trying his best to endure.

The drug boy's hands were still trembling, and he couldn't grasp the wooden splints stably. Feng Youting went into battle in person, but Ning Chen seemed to be very unbearable for his slow-handed approach. He glanced occasionally, and there were frightening flashes of light in his eyes.

Feng Youting's back was sweating, and his movements became even slower.

"Tsk." Ning Chen snatched the ointment from Feng Youting's hand, and poured the ointment inside onto his right shoulder. The movement was so big that the wound bled again, but he seemed to prefer to enjoy this feeling of pain rather than itching In a cold sweat, he asked someone to bandage him, and ordered, "Hurry up!"

After finishing the matter, Meng Guan sent Feng Youting to the ear room, where he had to watch the night.

Feng Youting said tactfully: "General Meng, there is a certain amount of this medicine. If you take too much at once, the gain will not be worth the loss. And... the itching will become more intense. I am afraid that the prince will scratch it. Scratching the wound will not hurt you." It's easy, I have to divert his attention..."

"When changing the dressing, find someone who can work quickly." Meng Guan said with a straight face, "Slowly, the prince can't stand it."

Feng Youting smiled wryly and said: "I'm just this drug boy, he is the most agile at work, and the young master Qiu and his servants in the courtyard are even more..."

Meng Guan interrupted suddenly: "Young Master Qiu? Qiu Wenshu?"

Feng Youting froze for a moment, then nodded.

Meng Guan gritted his teeth and said, "Call him over to help."

"Young Master Qiu only knows a little about medicine, and he has never served anyone before, let alone dressing up with medicine..." What's more, he is a child of a family, asking him to do this kind of servant work might be a little humiliating to him, right?

"Trust me." Meng Guan covered his forehead with a blank expression and said, "It's right to call him here."

Feng Youting had no choice but to send the medicine boy to lead the men, and he boiled the medicine by himself, while Meng Guan squatted beside him, sighing.

"General Meng doesn't need to worry, the prince's injury is under control, and it will not get worse in the future."

"That's not what worries me."

Feng Youting didn't want to ask any more questions, and after a while, Qiu Wenshu arrived, his temples were a little sweaty.

"Youting, are you looking for me?"

"Well," Feng Youting asked a noble son, feeling very confident, and asked in a negotiating tone, "These few days, can you help me fight here?"

Qiu Wenshu hesitated for a while, nodded, and said, "Okay."

Feng Youting breathed a sigh of relief, and gave Qiu Wenshu a sorry look.

When the medicine was ready, Feng Youting poured out a bowl carefully, and was about to pick up the plate when Meng Guan stopped him, "Let Mr. Qiu deliver it."

For the first time, Feng Youting felt that Meng Guan was bullying others.

On the contrary, looking at the aloof and arrogant Qiu Wenshu, he picked up the plate without being arrogant or humble, and followed Meng Guan into Ning Chen's room.