During the famine, my ancient well connected to modern times

Guo Xing clasped his hands together and begged, "Doctor Ouyang, we have known each other for a long time. Now my life is tied to Song Zheyuan's. If he dies, I won't live long. Please don't care. We must find a way to save him no matter what!"

At least hang his life first, don't let him die so soon.

Ouyang Zhen gave him a roll of his eyes, "I didn't say he couldn't be saved."

Guo Xing's eyes lit up, and Governor Ming's face was filled with joy, "I'm just saying that while Dr. Ouyang is a miracle doctor, how can there be anything in this world that can't cure his illness? As long as Dr. Ouyang can cure that one, no matter what you want, I will find a way to get it for you."

If it doesn't work, remember it first and ask the Song family to return it later.

Ouyang Zhen said: "I remember that there is a kind of poisonous bee in the mountains outside Qingzhou City. You can try to get some here. I can use them."

The governor of the Ming Dynasty hurriedly ordered people to prepare. He asked curiously: "I wonder what Doctor Ouyang wants the poisonous bee to do?"

"Why do you know so much? Just prepare if I ask you to prepare." Ouyang Zhen said angrily.

Governor Ming's face twitched, but he didn't dare to get angry.

Soon, Butler Jia Er came out. Ouyang Zhen went in and took a look, then turned his head with a thoughtful look on his face.

He read out a recipe and asked Lan Xin to grab the medicine and make it.

Lan Xin moved quickly, and in less than half an hour, she brought over a bowl of medicine, "This is the medicine you ordered."

Guo Xing and the Ming Governor didn't go out either, so they stayed outside.

When Lan Xin walked in with the medicine, Guo Xing's nose twitched, "What is this medicine used for?"

He doesn't smell right.

Guo Xing's eyes became much sharper.

Ouyang Zhen knew that he had a good nose and snorted softly, "Don't worry, the poison inside won't kill him. He is too weak now, so he can only fight poison with poison."

After speaking, he glanced at Lan Xin, felt Song Zheyuan's pulse, and said after careful consideration: "Give him a third of the drink."

Lan Xin nodded, not showing too much expression because the medicine in his hand was poisonous.

But this time Song Zheyuan on the bed was not as cooperative as before, and he vomited out most of the medicine he had poured into him.

Lan Xin saw this and threatened: "If you want to live, you have to drink. If you don't want to live, no one will stop you."

When the little girl lost her temper, she was also very aggressive. At least Guo Xing and Ming Governor in the room were frightened by the ferocious expression on her face.

I don’t know if Song Zheyuan heard it, but he didn’t spit it out when he was given the medicine again.

Lan Xin glanced at the medicine and spilled it. Knowing Ouyang Zhen's stingy temper, she turned to the housekeeper Jia Er and said, "In order to treat your young master, Dr. Ouyang used all the best medicine in the store. Looking back on this You get the money, the money before belongs to the first, and those who come after need money must also be given.”

Butler Jia Er was stunned for a moment, then responded with a flattering look on his face, "Girl, don't worry, just use the medicine. No matter how expensive the medicine is, our Song family will foot the bill, or double the price."

Lan Xin thought she had done something very beneficial to Ouyang Zhen, and raised her chin at him.

Ouyang Zhen nodded to her. While Lan Xin was pouring the medicine, he had already thought of a way to treat Song Zheyuan.

"Except for Blue Heart, all of you are going out."

Guo Xing hesitated and did not move. The governor of Ming Dynasty reacted and pulled Guo Xing out. Butler Jia Er bowed deeply to Ouyang Zhen before retreating.

Ouyang Zhen didn't pay attention to the reactions of the crowd. He took out the needle bag and said to Lan Xin: "Look carefully. This set of acupuncture is called the Resurrection Needle. It can protect a person's life for twelve hours after being administered. .”

Lan Xin yawned.

Seeing that Lan Xin was not interested, Ouyang Zhen couldn't help but increase his tone, "I have only passed this set of acupuncture techniques to three people so far, and you are the fourth person."

Lan Xin reluctantly raised some interest, "I know, I'm no longer your apprentice, why do you still teach me? And I may not be able to use this set of acupuncture techniques in the future."

"Who says it won't be useful? Just your house... I don't know how many dangerous things we will encounter in the future. This is called being prepared."

Lan Xin shrugged, but after all he was a little more serious.

Ouyang Zhen took a needle and stuck it into Song Zheyuan's head. Lan Xin's eyebrows were clustered. Isn't this a fatal point?

As a secret guard, Lan Xin knew how many death points there were on a person's body, but the strange thing was that after Ouyang Zhen inserted the needle, Song Zheyuan's breath was not disordered, but became much calmer.

When he got the seventh needle, Song Zheyuan's body suddenly started to tremble, his forehead began to sweat, and a moan escaped from his throat.

When the twelfth stitch was performed, Song Zheyuan lost weight, as if he had been fished out of the water.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Lan Xin would never have believed that a person could lose so much weight in such a short period of time.

Ouyang Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with emotion: "I'm a little pretentious, but my willpower is firm. I am worthy of being the eldest son trained by the Song family. Others may not be able to endure so many injections."

Lan Xin was curious, "How many injections can an average person withstand?"

"About seven or eight injections."

Lan Xin nodded, "It's quite powerful."

Ouyang Zhen checked the situation below Song Zheyuan and saw that it had improved, so he kicked Lan Xin out and asked Butler Jia Er to come in and clean up.

Butler Jia Er was frightened by Song Zheyuan's appearance.

Ouyang Zhen said weakly: "Don't worry, he is fine. I just mobilized the energy in his body to save his life. I can make up for the weight loss by eating some good food. After all, nothing can be done to save his life." important."

Of course, my life is gone, why do I care about being fat or thin?

Butler Jia Er nodded repeatedly, "What Doctor Ouyang said is that if your life is gone, there will be nothing left."

Guo Xing and Governor Ming looked at Ouyang Zhen nervously. Seeing that he had eaten three large bowls of rice in a row, their stomachs began to growl unsatisfactorily.

After struggling all afternoon, they watched the sun go down and they didn't eat anything, especially since Guo Xing had been running all the way. He only ate one meal a day, and this was the time when he was unbearably hungry.

"Prince Ming, why don't we eat some too? If this continues, people won't be able to bear it."

The governor was also hungry, so he asked people to prepare meals. By the time the two of them had eaten and drank, it was completely dark.

The set of acupuncture in the afternoon was extremely mentally draining. Ouyang Zhen ate and rested for an hour before he could barely recover.

After recovering his physical strength, he felt Song Zheyuan's pulse again and checked his lower body. The situation was still not very optimistic.