The frail counselor you said, you fight against three heroes alone?

Xi Yu then breathed a sigh of relief, turned back to the bed, and saw that Tuoba Yu had not fallen asleep yet, so he said, "Don't worry, go to sleep."

The night was growing darker and darker. Under the dim oil lamp, the old man squinted his eyes, and made preparations with a nervous and excited look.

He really was going to report the news.

He had heard a long time ago that many people from the Kushan Empire wanted to sneak into the Central Plains.

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose, revealing a greedy smile.

If you report the information yourself, you will definitely get a bigger reward.

"By then, hehe, I can marry several concubines."

He fantasized happily and rubbed his hands together, as if wealth and glory were just within reach.

He closed the door carefully, with a barely perceptible smug smile on his face, then put his hands behind his back, walked away leisurely at a leisurely pace.

It looked as if everything was under his control.

In the shadows not far behind him, a secret guard in black night clothes appeared quietly like a ghost.

I saw that he stared at the old man's back with sharp eyes. His figure flashed and blended into the darkness, and he began to follow secretly.

He walked lightly, like a ghost in the dark night, without making any sound, for fear of being noticed by the old man in front of him.

On the border between the Kushan Empire and the Central Plains, there is a rushing river with turbulent water and waves beating against the river banks.

There were soldiers stationed on both sides, ready for battle. They had sharp eyes, tightly grasped their weapons, and remained vigilant at all times.

The old man hurried all the way, and when he was about to reach the river, his face suddenly became a little ugly, his brows furrowed, and his legs unconsciously clamped together.

"Oh, this is really troublesome." He muttered, looking around, trying to find a secluded place to relieve himself.

After finally finding a patch of grass, the old man hurriedly crawled in.

After a while, he let out a long sigh and walked out with a relaxed look on his face.

However, just as he finished solving the problem, a dark shadow appeared in front of him like lightning.

The secret guard's stern face looked particularly eerie in the moonlight. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring at the old man intently.

The old man was frightened by the sudden figure and his face turned pale in an instant.

"You...who are you?"

The secret guard snorted coldly.

"Hmph, never mind who I am. Tell me the truth. What are you doing here in such a sneaky way?"

The old man stammered, "I...I was just passing by."

The secret guard took a step forward, exuding a menacing aura.

"Just passing by? I don't think it's that simple!"

Beads of sweat appeared on the old man's forehead. He looked evasive and said in a trembling voice, "Really... I was just passing by. Please spare my life!"

The secret guard narrowed his eyes, staring closely at the old man's panicked expression, and sneered: "Humph, do you think I will believe your nonsense? Tell the truth quickly, or you will be in trouble!"

The old man's legs went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground. He said in a sobbing voice, "I...I dare not lie. I do have something important to do."

The secret guard's eyes flashed, and he shouted, "What's the important matter? Tell me now!"

The old man swallowed, hesitated for a moment, and finally said with determination: "I...I am going to report to the officials in the Central Plains about the news that someone from the Kushan Kingdom has sneaked across the border."

The secret guard frowned and asked, "Why did you go to report the news? What is your intention?"

The old man replied tremblingly: "I... I just want to get a reward, marry a few concubines, and live a good life."

The secret guard had a gloomy face. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Follow me. Your matter will be decided by the higher-ups."

The old man had no choice but to follow the secret guard obediently, feeling uneasy, not knowing what fate would be waiting for him.

The secret guard grabbed the old man by the collar and carried him back to the inn like a chicken.

As soon as he entered the room, the secret guard threw the old man onto the bed and said viciously: "Just stay here in this inn. If you dare to step out of the door, I will kill you immediately!"

The old man nodded in horror, his eyes full of fear.

"Yes, yes, my dear, I will obey you."

The secret guard snorted coldly, turned around and prepared to leave, but suddenly turned back and warned: "Don't play tricks, you can't escape from my palm!"

The old man responded timidly, but after the secret guard left, his face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and the anger in his heart was like a volcano about to erupt.

He clenched his teeth tightly, his cheeks puffed up, and his hands were clenched into fists, with his nails almost digging into the flesh.

"Damn it!" He cursed in his heart, but he didn't dare to show any anger on his face.

At the same time, he was full of confusion, frowning, and couldn't figure it out: "Who is this man in black? How can he have such powerful strength? Why am I so unlucky!"

The old man tossed and turned in bed, restless, feeling both scared and unwilling. His thoughts were like a tangled mess and he couldn't make sense of them.

At this moment, in a deep cave, Zhao Yun slowly woke up.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, his head still a little dizzy, and looked around in confusion.

When he saw that he was in a completely unfamiliar place, he was suddenly shocked.

There were many burning torches standing around, illuminating the entire cave.

He struggled to get up and shouted, "Someone come! Someone come!" His voice echoed in the cave, but no one responded.

Zhao Yun frowned, full of doubts and uneasiness. He really didn't understand why he came here, and tried hard to recall what happened before.

Suddenly, a memory flashed through his mind and he remembered that he had been poisoned.

"Could it be because of the poison?" He muttered to himself, his face becoming more serious, his eyes revealing vigilance and determination, "No matter what, I must find out the situation!"

He gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but as soon as he moved, he suddenly found his body limp and weak, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Anger and anxiety instantly appeared on Zhao Yun's face. He pounded the ground hard and growled, "Damn it! What the hell is going on?"

His eyes widened, veins popped out on his forehead, and he tried to push himself up again, but collapsed weakly again.

"Who poisoned me?" Zhao Yun gasped, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness.

At this moment, he heard a subtle sound in the distance, and immediately became alert and shouted, "Who is it? Come out!"

However, the only response he got was the echo in the cave, and the subtle sound disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Yun sighed helplessly, frowned, and secretly thought of a way to escape.

He looked at the dark cave ceiling, feeling confused and helpless. Those soldiers who had fought side by side with him and shared life and death with him were nowhere to be found now.

When he thought of this, Zhao Yun's eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, and his clenched teeth showed his inner unwillingness.

"Am I going to be trapped here?" he muttered to himself, with deep frustration in his voice.

He lowered his head, and his once heroic face was now filled with loneliness.

He rubbed his face hard with his hands, as if trying to wipe the frustration off his face.

However, it was no use, the feeling of powerlessness followed him everywhere. "No, I can't just give up like this!"

Zhao Yun suddenly raised his head, and a glimmer of determination rekindled in his eyes, but that glimmer was soon covered by frustration. He sighed deeply and fell into deep thought again.

Soon, the night quietly left, and the faint morning light shone through the window, announcing the arrival of the next day.

Xiyu and Tuoba Yu woke up from their sleep. Xiyu walked to the basin with sleepy eyes and prepared to wash his face.

He scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on his face, which immediately sobered him up a bit. At this moment, he called out the secret guard softly. The secret guard appeared in front of him like a ghost, knelt on one knee, and said respectfully, "Master."

While wiping his face, Xi Yu asked, "How did the incident with the old man last night go?"

The secret guard bowed his head and replied, "My lord, I brought the old man back to the inn last night and told him to stay there."

Xi Yu frowned slightly, "Did he do anything unusual?"

The secret guard replied: "The old man is honest, but we can see that he is quite dissatisfied, but he dare not show it."

Xi Yu snorted coldly, "He wouldn't dare to play any tricks. Keep watching, and report immediately if there is any movement."

"Yes!" The secret guard responded, and then disappeared in a flash.

After a while, Xi Yu walked quickly to Tuoba Yu and said with a slightly excited look: "Just as I guessed before, this old man really has bad intentions. He wants to go and tell us that someone from the Kushan Kingdom has sneaked across the border in an attempt to get a reward."

Tuoba Yu frowned slightly, with a hint of worry on his face, and said, "That Kushan woman is not in good health, how about we let Song Shuwen take a look at her?"

After hearing this, Xi Yu's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

"That's exactly what I meant!" As he said this, an expression of serious thought appeared on his face.

"I hope Song Shuwen can find a way to make her better."

Xi Yu's eyes were firm and his tone was decisive.

"Don't worry, Song Shuwen's medical skills are among the best in our area."

After a while, Xi Yu came to Song Shuwen's door.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door gently. The sound was not loud but clear.

"Doctor Song, are you there?" Xi Yu shouted.

Song Shuwen's voice came from inside the house: "Come in!"

Xi Yu pushed open the door and walked into the house.

Song Shuwen was sitting at the table flipping through a medical book.

Xi Yu said sincerely, "Dr. Song, two people from the Kushan Kingdom came to our place yesterday. The woman among them is not in good health. I thought you are a skilled doctor, why don't you go and take a look at her?"

Song Shuwen put down the medical book in his hand, raised his head, and with a doctor's benevolence in his eyes, he responded without hesitation: "Okay, I have no choice but to do it!"

A relieved smile appeared on Xiyu's face.

Afterwards, Xiyu brought Song Shuwen to Apo's door. Xiyu raised his hand and knocked on the door again.

When Apo heard the knock on the door, he opened it quickly. When he saw Xiyu, a smile of surprise instantly appeared on his face, his eyes were full of gratitude, and he excitedly called out, "My benefactor, you are here!"

Xi Yu smiled and nodded, saying, "Brother, don't be so polite. This is Dr. Song Shuwen. The woman here is not in good health, so I asked him to come and take a look."

When Apo heard this, his face was filled with even more joy, and he hurriedly said, "That's great! I couldn't ask for more! Quick, miracle doctor, please come in!"

He stepped aside and made a gesture of invitation, his eyes full of expectation and hope.

Song Shuwen nodded slightly and walked into the house. Apo followed closely behind him, his face full of anxiety and concern.

Su Su lay weakly on the bed, her eyes closed, her face as pale as paper, even her lips had almost lost their color.

Her breathing was weak and rapid, her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and a few strands of hair were messily stuck to her cheeks.

"My benefactor, this miracle doctor, I was planning to go out and ask for help from another doctor. Now that you are here, that's great!" Apo said with a trembling voice, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

Xi Yu nodded slightly at Apo and said, "Brother Apo, I won't disturb Dr. Song from treating you for now."

After saying that, he turned and left the room, closing the door gently.

In the room, Song Shuwen looked focused and solemn. He sat down on the stool beside the bed, stretched out three fingers, placed them on Su Su's slender wrist, and began to take her pulse.

He closed his eyes slightly, his brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, carefully feeling the beating of Su Su's pulse.

Apo watched nervously from the side, not daring to breathe, his hands unconsciously clenched the corners of his clothes, staring at Song Shuwen's expression without blinking, as if he wanted to see the clues of Susu's illness in advance from his face.

After taking Susu's pulse, Song Shuwen gently opened Susu's eyelids to check her, then asked Apo to help turn Susu's body to the side and checked her back.

Apo was very cautious throughout the whole process, and a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he did not dare to make a sound to disturb Song Shuwen.

After a while, Song Shuwen finally withdrew his hand. Apo asked hurriedly, "Godly doctor, how is she?"

Song Shuwen stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "The girl has been ill for a long time. It is caused by long-term worry, fatigue and malnutrition. Her body is extremely weak. But you don't have to worry too much. I will prescribe some medicine first. If you take good care of yourself, you should get better."

After hearing this, Apo's tense nerves relaxed a little, and he nodded repeatedly to thank her: "Thank you, doctor! Thank you, doctor!"

Song Shuwen stood up and walked to the table. He picked up a pen and wrote down the prescription on the paper. As he wrote, he said to A-Po, "This medicine needs to be taken on time every day. She needs to rest more during the medication period. She also needs to pay attention to her diet, and try to make it light and nutritious."

Apo listened attentively and nodded continuously.

After writing the prescription, Song Shuwen handed it to Apo and told him, "Take this prescription and go get the medicine. Remember, you must do as I say."

Apo took the prescription with both hands, and burst into tears of gratitude: "Godly doctor, I will never forget your great kindness."

Song Shuwen waved his hand and said, "Curing illnesses and saving lives is the doctor's duty. As long as the girl can get better as soon as possible, that's enough." After that, he left the room.

Apo looked at the prescription in his hand, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and hurried out to get the medicine.

Next, Xi Yu walked to the room where the old man was with steady steps.

Inside the house, the old man had just woken up from his sleep. He stretched himself, but felt extremely lazy, as if all his strength had been drained away.

He sat up with difficulty and rubbed his sleepy eyes.

With a "creak", the old man opened the door. When he opened the door, he found Xi Yu standing at the door with his hands folded on his chest and a serious face.

The old man's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a flattering smile on his face, and said in a trembling voice: "Oh, it's you..."

Xi Yu stared at the old man with sharp eyes, as if his eyes could see through his thoughts.

Xi Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, questioning in his tone: "You were so arrogant yesterday, why did you change your temper now?"

The old man hurriedly put on a smile, his waist bent unconsciously, his eyes rolling around, and he said, "Hey, good man, I've already guessed that the man in black last night must be related to you. I was blind and didn't recognize the great man, please be magnanimous, don't bother with me."

As he spoke, beads of sweat appeared on the old man's forehead. His smile became more flattering, but his eyes revealed fear and uneasiness that was hard to conceal.

Xi Yu snorted coldly, took a step forward, stared at the old man and said, "You still have some brains, so tell me, what are you going to do now?"

The old man was frightened by Xi Yu's momentum and took a small step back. He stammered and replied, "I...I will obey your orders and will never have second thoughts."

Xi Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking smile: "Oh? Then I want to see how sincere you are."

The old man nodded quickly, and said in a trembling voice: "Good man, as long as you forgive me this time, I will do anything for you."

Then, the old man knelt on the ground with a plop, and cried with snot and tears: "My dear man, smuggling is wrong, and I report the news to uphold justice!" He raised his head and looked at Xi Yu pitifully with his tearful eyes.

After hearing this, Xi Yu could not help but sneer, with disdain on his face: "Hmph! Upholding justice? Smuggling is wrong, but I think those two people clearly have their own difficulties. I need to get things clear, but you went to report the news secretly, what's going on? Besides, don't think I don't know that you are doing this purely for your own benefit!" Xi Yu's eyes widened with anger, pointing at the old man and shouting.

The old man was frightened by Xi Yu's momentum and trembled all over. He lowered his head and his voice became more trembling: "I... I know I was wrong, please spare my life!"

Xi Yu crossed his arms and looked down at the old man: "Spare my life? That depends on your performance!"

Although the old man still looked respectful on the surface, he lowered his head, trembling slightly as he said, "My dear, how dare I be dissatisfied? I am absolutely convinced by you."

However, his eyes flickered unconsciously, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his heart was actually already full of resentment.

Xi Yu stared at the old man's face with a sharp gaze, as if he could see through his thoughts. He said coldly, "Are you dissatisfied in your heart? Don't think I can't see it."

The old man was startled, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he kowtowed again and said in panic: "Good man, I absolutely dare not do that. I sincerely know that I am wrong, and I will never dare to disobey again." (End of this chapter)