Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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With a "boom" sound, Zixi bumped her smooth forehead against the hardwood beside the bed, and she thought that she couldn't ask this question, but the master asked it so frankly.

Huh?Why is Master here?

She hurriedly turned her head, seeing a pure white in front of her eyes, which was a robe as pure as snow.She looked up, and saw Master Tsinghua Jueshi still had no emotion on his face. She had been with Master day and night for many years, and she had never seen a smile on Master's face, and Master had never been out of the room outside of the New Year's Eve dinner. Xinzhuang, it seems that things are not simple.

Doctor Zhang, who was waiting by the side, took a few steps forward and whispered to Duanhua, "His Royal Highness is poisoned, and his low-level medical skills are not good enough to find a cure for the poison."

When Shangguan Xiaodie saw Duanhua, all the tears retracted from her eyes, she got up and retreated to the side, and shrank behind Emperor Hui.Emperor Hui didn't have any expression on his face, he just looked at Duanmu Xin who was in a coma, and didn't say a word for a long time. Under this kind of absolute silence, Empress Zhuang, who was supposed to preside over the overall situation, also stood by without saying a word, so the others No one dared to speak casually.

Zixi was kneeling and sitting in front of the bed, but when she saw Duanhua coming, she moved to the side, and when Duanhua sat down on the side of the bed, she moved back, her head resting unceremoniously on Duanhua's lap, It is quite comfortable to watch Duanhua Duanmuxin feel the pulse.

She had mixed feelings about Master's medical skills.

The master can deal with ordinary illnesses a little bit, and the difficult and miscellaneous diseases will definitely get worse in the hands of the master, but the master is better at treating internal injuries than professional doctors. It is true that a long illness can become a good doctor.

Doctor Zhang is the head of the imperial hospital. He treated her for the strange disease of nosebleeds two years ago, and finally sent her away with a prescription that was neither bad nor curable. The most powerful doctor in Gecheng, the poison that even the imperial doctor Zhang couldn't cure, invited the master here, he definitely treated Duanmu Xin's dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Duanhua rested his fingertips on Duanmuxin's weak pulse, lowered his eyes lightly, and looked at Zixi who was resting on his thigh, and suddenly felt a strange feeling, which he couldn't explain for a while.

The huge bedroom was full of people inside and out, but the silence was almost eerie.

The chirping of cicadas outside the window was monotonous and irritating, and the heat wave made people sweat profusely, but Duanhua was clear, as if deep in the empty mountains and deep valleys.

After a while, Duanhua took a Nine-Turn Continuing Soul Pill and stuffed it into Duanmu Xin's mouth, then got up and left.