Rebirth of the first crazy concubine

Chapter 22
The Jielu Hall is located on the west side of the palace, a large courtyard full of medicinal fragrances. At this time, He Yu, who was collecting medicinal herbs in the medicinal garden, immediately dropped the tools in his hand when he heard his mournful roar, and flew across the medicinal garden at high speed. went up to welcome.

Seeing the dying young man in his arms, who was panting with closed eyes, his face immediately changed drastically: "Little young man, what's the matter? Wasn't the one fine yesterday? Damn it! Hurry up and take the medicine reed, let me see."

Xiong Moo carried him in according to his words, and gently placed him on the soft couch.

He Yu leaned forward, bent his fingers to check the pulse, the pulse was weak, as if it would disappear at any moment, then bent down to feel his neck, his face changed drastically, and he took a few steps back abruptly.

The young master's body is a disease brought out from the womb, and now he is able to survive in such a breath because of the medicinal herbs collected by the prince in every possible way. This Jin Gui's body cannot bear any surprises.

He was raised in the mansion tremblingly all day, why did an accident happen suddenly.

"He Yu, what's the matter?" Seeing him take a few steps back, Xiong Moo asked with a trembling voice as he stretched out his big hand to stabilize him.

He Yu looked sad, shook his head slowly, and punched his fist into the table: "Notify the prince, my medical skills are shallow, and I can't do anything!"

Afterwards, Mu Shiqi took the medicinal reeds, and said in a cold voice: "Yes, your medical skills are really shallow, whoever said he can't be saved! Get out of the way."

He Yu looked at her, and stood in front of the young master on guard: "Who are you? How did you get in here! Are all the guards in the palace fucking dead?"

He was in a bad mood, and his tone was no longer gentle. He only thought of the young master who was about to die, and no matter who was in front of him or who rushed forward, he had to bear his anger.

Mu Shiqi took a deep look at him, staring at him with eyes like glazed glass, and then said word by word seriously: "88 silver needles, hot water, strong wine. Fire candle. Chuanxiong 4 liang, 4 liang of borneol, 4 liang of storax, and 2 liang of toad cake are ground into powder, mixed with water, and kneaded into balls for later use."

After she finished speaking, He Yu turned from anger to joy: "You are a doctor? You can save the young master, right?"

Xiong Moo just looked at her carefully, the little girl who looks like a fairy, looks ignorant of the world, does she really have more superb medical skills than this "holy poison doctor" He Yu?

But the surprise in He Yu's eyes was not fake, she just reported that there was something about it, and she seemed to be quite proficient in it.

Mu Shiqi didn't nod her head, because she didn't think she was a doctor. She just learned these medical skills while studying poison in the Tang Sect. Those clichés in the world are like "there is no cure for this poison." That's all nonsense, she must come up with an antidote to make poison, so that she will become a doctor over time.

So she shook her head very seriously: "Since ancient times, medicine and poison have not been separated, and I know how to poison."

"You, you..." Xiong Moo's mouth was clumsy, but he was blocked by her words, and he really didn't know what to say. You talked for a long time, but didn't say a word.

On the contrary, He Yu's eyes flashed brightly, you secretly made a decision, took a step back, and let her go forward: "Then ask the girl to save the young master."

He didn't think that anyone was so bold as to come alone to make trouble in the devil's den of Prince Chen's Mansion.

Just because of her saying that doctors and poisons don't separate families, he decided that she was a fellow, just like him, who had nothing to do with small poisons, so he got the title of "master poison doctor", how can this girl be so frank? How can he be a person who plays tricks and does dirty things if he says that he can be poisonous?

"He Yu! She can be poisonous!"

"I can poison you too. When did I poison you?"

With a blank look, the bull-like Xiongmo took out his most precious silver needle, handed it over, lit the candle, and ordered the medicine boy to fetch the medicine and spirits.

He stood still and waited for her to make a move.

Mu Shiqicong had already taken off the clothes of the child on the couch, except for the small body in the clothes, which was frighteningly thin, skin covered with bones, and it was a little uncomfortable to touch.

He straightened up, glanced at him and nodded his thanks, spread his hands, and said, "Pour strong wine."

He Yu poured the wine as she said, and the aroma of the wine was overflowing. She quickly cleaned her hands with the wine, and skillfully spread out the cloth bag containing the silver needles, while commanding the stunned Xiong Moo: "Hold on!" his body."

The silver needle piercing the acupoints, if there is a slight deviation, all previous efforts will be wasted, not to mention that his body is too thin.

Xiong Moo spread out his big palms and pressed down on the little boy's feet, and He Yu also stepped forward to stabilize those two little hands.

Mu Shiqisu raised his hand, twisted the needle too much, and then inserted it quickly and accurately. Even He Yu, who is proficient in the acupuncture points of the human body, couldn't do it in one step. She only inserted one needle, and his heart was at ease. With this technique and precision, he has never seen the second person when he grows up.

After a few stitches, he could feel the sound of the little boy's breathing slowly returning, and the little hand he was holding was warming up a little, and his fingers were trying to get out of his big hand.

And the woman who applied the needle had a very serious expression at this time, with thin sweat on her forehead, she met the young master's eyes, and then smiled, her smile was as sweet as a spring breeze, and her voice was like a lark: "Don't be afraid, there is a sister!" Now, you'll be fine."

Mu Shiqi felt sorry for the child, but she also admired the child from the bottom of her heart. Although she steadied her hand and controlled the strength, she couldn't feel the needle piercing it.But for such a little baby, he didn't snort, his big black and white eyes were full of patience and suffering, only his pale lips and the sweat on his forehead could tell what kind of pain he was enduring.

When meeting her eyes, he could still smile at her.

She is no longer distracted, only in this way can he escape from the pain in advance.

After a few more stitches, listening to the child's more and more gentle and natural breathing, he stopped and rubbed his wrist. Today is really exhausting, and he has exhausted his strength when sending embroidery needles, and then he carried him away After walking for a while, it was difficult to give acupuncture, but the child couldn't wait.

He took a breath, smiled and stroked the little baby's head, and asked softly, "Is it better?"

The little baby's face recovered some blood, and her voice was still waxy, but it was much better than before: "Well, Xiao Bo is not uncomfortable, it's over." After speaking, as if to prove his words, he grinned at her.

Mu Shiqi smiled back, hummed, and said again: "Then sister will help you take off the needle, let's put on your clothes, don't catch a cold." She has always been used to being alone, she doesn't know how to get along with children, just remember When I was young, my parents coaxed me so gently, my mother smiled beautifully, and my father had a loving face.

The steps of taking the needle are relatively simple, but He Yu still can't help but marvel at it, this technique is so fast that it's amazing!

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