Chapter 917 Uncertain disease
Mu Chengen, who was by Duanmu Ruize's side all day long, frowned again when his hands touched Duanmu Ruize's body, feeling a pang of distress in his heart.

Duanmu Ruize's body is getting worse and worse, through his clothes, Mu Chengen can feel that the other party's body is too thin.

"It's work!"

Different from Duanmu Ruihua's politeness, Mu Chengen's voice was cold and urging.

The three of Mo Wushang took turns to check it out, and it wasn't until Zhou Jinyu and Duan Huan finished watching that it was Mo Wushang's turn.

It took a long time for the two of them, but by the time Mo Wushang arrived, Duanmu Ruize's condition was not very good, and he was obviously exhausted.

Mu Chengen's face, which was still cold and hard just now, was now full of distress, with a hint of rejection but also a hint of hesitation.

He was worried that Duanmu Ruize would not be able to hold on if this continued.

But now, Mo Wushang is already sitting on the low stool beside the bed.

Faced with such a situation, Mo Wushang directly omitted some unnecessary things, clasped Duanmu Ruize's wrist with two fingers, and transported the spiritual power into Duanmu Ruize's body through the two fingers, while using the spiritual power to regulate his Qi. Breathing, while letting the spiritual power wander among the other party's limbs and bones, looking for the root cause of the disease.

Duanmu Ruize also seemed to feel something strange, and suddenly opened his slightly squinted eyes to look at Mo Wushang quietly.

After looking at Mo Wushang for a long time, maybe he didn't feel any malice from Mo Wushang, so he turned his gaze back, closed his eyes and regained his composure.

Mu Chengen, who was leaned on by Duanmu Ruize as a pillow, saw Duanmu Ruize's fatigue, and wanted to stop Mo Wushang from continuing, but was stopped by Duanmu Ruize who sensed it.

Duanmu Ruize grabbed the skirt of Mu Chengen's chest with his other hand, opened his eyes and looked at Mu Chengen, and Mu Chengen immediately understood what he meant.

It took about a cup of tea before Mo Wushang took his hand back. If everyone pays more attention, they will find that Duanmu Ruize seems to be looking better now than before.

"How about the three of you, there is hope for the sixth emperor's illness."

Mo Wushang had just retracted his hand and before he stood up from the low stool, Duanmu Ruihua couldn't wait to speak.

Mo Wushang was the most annoyed to deal with this kind of person, so he didn't hear him when he came, and Duan Huan didn't know what he was thinking and didn't say anything.

Glancing at the two people who were silent, Zhou Jinyu had no choice but to step forward sadly.

"Hui Jing Wang Ye, Yi Wang Ye's illness is very strange, I need to go back and study it carefully, please don't blame Jing Wang Ye."

"Is that so..."

Duanmu Ruihua had a disappointed expression on his face, as if he was really worried about Duanmu Ruize's matter.

"Then troublesome three, if you can inform me as soon as possible if there is a result, I will feel more at ease."

He said it helplessly, and made a look of pity and compassion. Mo Wushang couldn't help but want to laugh out loud, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, but soon returned to normal.

Mo Wushang focused on the conversation between Duanmu Ruihua and Zhou Jinyu, but didn't notice that a pair of eyes were staring at her.

When Mo Wushang reacted, he directly met Duanmu Ruize's gentle but probing eyes.

His eyes flickered unconsciously, he stood up and bowed to Duanmu Ruize, and he didn't bother to care about what kind of drama this Duanmu Ruihua was going to perform, so he said directly to Duanmu Ruize: "I must have gone through all this trouble, His Royal Highness Yi Wang should be tired too, so I will not bother you, and I will inform His Highness Yi Wang after I have the result, so I will leave now!"

(End of this chapter)

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