471 The Imperial Doctor is harmful! There is a flaw in the true feelings! I feel jealous and unaware of it! Luo Zhiwu is a sign of the capital in his body!

Luo Zhiheng was very scared and staggered his back and hit the screen, making a dull sound, alarming the busy people in the room, but he could not wake up the stunning men who were pressed into a coma.

"Why are you here?" An old voice suddenly rang in my ears, and Old General Murong also came, looking at Luo Zhiheng's eyes with inquiry and alertness.

Luo Zhiheng's eyes were filled with tears. At that moment, she said she could not hide the sadness. She looked up blankly, and her eyes hit the old eyes of General Murong, which made General Murong stunned, and a strange feeling spread in her heart.

"Do you know Luo Zhiwu?" Old General Murong took a few steps forward, trying to see more clearly the light in Luo Zhiheng's eyes that made him feel dazed and sad, but when he approached Luo Zhiheng, Luo Zhiheng had already put away the pain in his eyes.

"I just heard about General Luo and felt deeply admired and admired. Then I asked the priest to let me meet General Luo..." But she didn't expect that what she saw was the one who was already ill!

"The leader is really righteous." Is this sentence of Old General Murong is not rough, is it a praise or a satirical one?

An imperial physician came to Luo Zhiwu's bed with a bowl of medicine, trying to feed Luo Zhiwu the bowl of black, thick and bitter medicine. Luo Zhiheng's eyelids twitched, and he stepped forward uncontrollably and suddenly knocked the bowl of medicine to the ground. The bitterness of the medicine spread and broke all over the floor.

"What are you doing?" Old General Murong was furious and stepped forward and pushed Luo Zhiheng. He came to take care of Luo Zhiwu. Luo Zhiheng's brother was also the young man of his military general, so it was reasonable to take care of him. But he didn't expect to meet Luo Zhiheng, a barbarian.

"I want to ask what they are doing!" Luo Zhiheng was furious and pointed at the ugly doctor and roared: "Who is this person? Who asked him to treat brother... General Luo's? Can that bowl of medicine be really given to General Luo?"

"What do you mean?" Of course, the veteran General Murong believed in the people of his country more, but Luo Zhiheng's attitude was too fierce and solemn, so Mr. Murong had to look at the imperial physician with suspicion.

The imperial physician knelt on the ground with a pounce, and said with anger: "Pharaoh clearly shows that the emperor sent me to take care of General Luo. He must do his best. I don't know what this girl means. I'll ask the Pharaoh to make the decision for the Queen."

"You don't know what I mean? What kind of imperial physician are you? Why can't you cure him for such a long time? Why is he still lying in bed and confused? Do you know why he is unconscious? Do you see his illness? How did you do it? What kind of medicine you brought for treatment!" Luo Zhiheng widened his eyes and asked louder, his aggressive aura made the imperial physician sweat like rain.

The imperial physician was even more stubborn and said, "Of course I can see what kind of disease General Luo is, otherwise would I prescribe medicine for him here? And who are you? Are you a doctor? You dare to question my medical skills, it's simply ignorant!"

"You know what you said!" Luo Zhiheng was furious and kicked the imperial physician on the ground and rolled several times. However, she still couldn't suppress her anger and said coldly: "Bastard! The emperor asked you to treat General Luo, that is to let you cure him, rather than blinding the emperor, to protect himself, and to take human life!"

The imperial physician looked up in horror when he heard this.

The old general Murong had sharp and bright eyes, and his voice was low: "Tell me clearly, what's the matter with human life?"

Luo Zhiheng was so angry that he was almost crying. It was her brother, the brother who worked hard and did not fear life and death to save her life with the treasure! Although she had never really met Luo Zhiwu when she came to this world, although the treasure brought by Luo Zhiwu was not really used on her body, Luo Zhiwu's love and care for Luo Zhiheng was not fake, and Luo Zhiwu's feelings for Luo Zhiheng were not fake.

But this brother who tried his best to take care of and care for her was about to be killed by this quack doctor. How could she not be angry and how could she not be hated?

With his fingers tremblingly pointing at the imperial physician, Luo Zhiheng gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You can't tell what Luo Zhiwu is going on. You don't know how to treat Luo Zhiwu's disease, but because the emperor said that it would not be cured by Luo Zhiwu, you group of imperial physicians came to see you. So you are afraid of death, so you deceive your superiors and concealed them, pretending to be able to cure Luo Zhiwu, but secretly they are not dedicated and harming Luo Zhiwu. Is that true?"

Luo Zhiheng had heard the emperor value Luo Zhiwu. Luo Zhiwu left that year and planned to join the army. At that time, the emperor was fighting on the border. Luo Zhiwu accidentally got the appreciation of the prince's emperor. He was brave and good at fighting all the way, and was promoted all the way. The thrilling dangers along the way were beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Luo Zhiwu is sincerely loyal to the emperor. The emperor appreciates Luo Zhiwu. How could the emperor not worry about Luo Zhiwu's situation at this moment? Luo Zhiheng could even imagine the emperor's death order to the imperial physician. How could he have imagined that these imperial physicians were simply brave enough to be ambitious and dared not to report it. He wanted to drag Luo Zhiwu to death like this!

"No, no!" The imperial physician was shocked and quickly denied.

"Fart! Not like this? Your uncle!" Luo Zhiheng became irritable. She turned around twice, and one couldn't help but turn around, and kicked the imperial physician hard in the heart. Luo Zhiheng's foot also made a crisp sound. She endured the severe pain on her ankle, and her voice was fierce: "Then tell me what kind of disease is Luo Zhiwu? Why is it not cured? Didn't you say you know what disease he is? Didn't you say you can cure him? Then when did you say you can cure him? When will he wake up? And your bowl of medicine, come, tell me, what kind of medicine is your bowl of medicine? What effect will Luo Zhiwu have after drinking it?"

"I..." The imperial doctor crawled on the ground and was speechless when asked, but he still said that he could cure Luo Zhiwu, saying that he felt that Luo Zhiwu's heart was harmless.

When the old general Murong saw the imperial physician like this, his doubts turned into shock and anger. He shouted in a deep voice: "Damn it! Why don't you come here as it is right? What poison did you give Luo Zhiwu? Are you hiding a ill intention to kill Luo Zhiwu?"

The old general Murong couldn't think of the imperial physician's thoughts, and only thought that the imperial physician had been bribed by someone to harm Luo Zhiwu? If he kept giving Luo Zhiwu poison, then your strange Luo Zhiwu could not get better and he was unconscious. Thinking that someone could buy someone under his nose, the old general Murong was so angry that his beard was raised, and he kicked the imperial physician in anger and roared: "Say! If you don't talk about it, I will ask for an order to destroy your nine clans!"

The imperial physician shuddered and said tremblingly: "Pharaoh spared my life. Everything is my fault and has nothing to do with my family. I also asked the Pharaoh to let me go. My family and my family say everything. My ministers do not know what kind of disease is in the heart of General Luo. These days, I have been treating me so worried about how to deal with me. I am trying to find a way, but I cannot find out the disease of General Luo. My minister is afraid that the emperor will blame me, so I kept hiding the truth."

When the old general Murong heard this, he was furious and shouted, "Bastard! Do you dare to act so boldly? This is his king's crime, and this one is enough for you to kill all your family! Luo Zhiwu is the general that Hu values. You dare to despise him so much. You are so brave!"

The imperial physician became even more frightened and crawled on the ground and said in tears: "It's a fool who is confused, Pharaoh, please spare me."

The old general Murong was so angry that his face turned red and said with a smile: "Give up your life? Just because of your crime today, it is enough for you to die ten thousand times. You said, Luo Zhiwu has been unconscious for so long, is it because he was delayed by you, a bastard!"

"No, no, it's true. Because I have never found a way to treat General Luo's disease, I have been able to use conditioning and nourishing drugs to maintain General Luo's life. However, General Luo's physical condition has been getting worse in recent days. I am incompetent, I am afraid that General Luo's time will not be long." The imperial physician said tremblingly.

"What did you say?" Old General Murong was frightened and angry, and cursed all the eighteen generations of the imperial physician.

Luo Zhiheng was also furious and said coldly: "Dog/Slave/Talent!"

The veteran General Murong was angry and cursed 'dog/slave/cai', and then said angrily: "Then is the medicine you gave Luo Zhiwu poison?"

"It's not a poison, but General Luo actually has no effect after taking this medicine. These decoctions are just nourishing and cannot cure diseases." The imperial physician was already ashamed and said everything he could say.

Luo Zhiheng felt a black look in front of his eyes, and his heart was whispered like a knife: "It is obvious that he can be cured, but it is delayed by the quack doctor. Luo Zhiwu is going to be dragged to death. He was not dead on the battlefield, not dead on the way, not dead in the unhealthable, but died in death by the quack doctor in his own country without treatment? Hahahahahaha..."

How ironic? A person who could save himself by taking the right medicine and detoxification has not made any progress over the past few days, and he consumed his life bit by bit. You, an imperial physician, cannot be cured by the imperial physician. To be honest, he found more people to treat it, but the imperial physician selfishly killed the pillars of the country for his fame, fortune and life!

"Is this the people from your Mu Dynasty? They are simply inferior to beasts!" Luo Zhiheng shouted sarcastically.

The old general Murong had a blue and white face, and he wanted to get a crack in the ground. He lived a long life and was not so embarrassing! And this time, his face was thrown abroad.

The life and death of people in their own country and the dirty things were actually seen by the leaders of other countries. How could they feel about the Mu Dynasty?

"Bastard!" Old General Murong kicked the imperial physician again, and shouted: "Come on! Go to the Imperial Hospital quickly and find all the imperial physicians to treat Luo Zhiwu."

"Is it still too late? I'm already sick and endangered." Luo Zhiheng looked at the imperial physician sarcastically, and the imperial physician must die.

The old general Murong woke up and said quickly: "The leader can see the key at a glance. I guess there is something extraordinary. Does the leader know what kind of disease Luo Zhiwu is?"

Although it was strange that the wild female leader was very concerned and anxious about Luo Zhiwu, the old general Murong was also smart and didn't ask much.

"It's just too late to get poisoned. The poison has spread to all kinds of damage to the limbs, and it's even more difficult to detoxify. At least, I can't." Luo Zhiheng leaned against the wall as if he was exhausted, and looked at Luo Zhiwu blankly. Her heartache and hesitation made her look even more sad.

She just learned some wild secret techniques, but that was not serious medical skills. She couldn't detoxify. Even though she knew what was going on, she was still powerless. That feeling really made Luo Zhiheng feel very powerless and desperate.

Her relatives were right in front of her, but she could do nothing. She could only watch the only brother in the world consumed his last little life like this?

There was a brief silence in the room, so that the sound of Mu Yunhe's steady footsteps seemed particularly heavy and clear.

Turning the screen, Mu Yunhe's eyes instantly condensed on Luo Zhiheng's body. She felt that her sorrow was as if there was a substance, and it poked his eye sockets to the bottom of her heart. The pain spread silently. Mu Yunhe's brows were entangled, and her feet couldn't help but walk towards Luo Zhiheng.

"What's wrong?" The low voice was no longer as gentle as before, and it seemed to hurt someone else's heart.

But Luo Zhiheng could still hear the awkward but real concern that belonged to Mu Yunhe's unique. She looked up, and her eyes were filled with mist. She naturally rushed into Mu Yunhe's arms, biting her lips and preventing herself from crying. But her trembling body and deep sorrow still made people see how sad she was.

She was in her arms, she was crying. Mu Yunhe understood so clearly, and his heart sank hard. His hands that were hanging beside him hesitated but fell on her back, patting them lightly as if he was coaxing the child.

The old general Murong was stunned by his eyes. He had a hot temper and wanted to separate the two of them as soon as he stepped forward. Mu Yunhe could not do anything to be sorry to Luo Zhiheng, but Mu Yunhe actually hugged and hugged other women in front of him. What kind of morality is this? Did Mu Yunhe change his mind?

The old general Murong was angry, but his steps stopped. For some reason, he suddenly felt that the two of them were so harmonious with each other? It seemed that if he really forced them to separate, it would be a big mistake. The two white eyebrows that the old general Murong had been entangled in a ball, so as not to feel guilty and Luo Zhiheng, while unable to force himself to step forward to disperse them.

"What's wrong?" He was so panicked that she cried, and his cold tone slowly softened.

"I'm sorry, I can't do anything. He's about to die. I can't do anything. He's about to die..." Luo Zhiheng could no longer control his true emotions. Mu Yunhe's arrival and Mu Yunhe's arms would always be the harbor and resting place that Luo Zhiheng relied most. She would never be able to hide her truest self in front of Mu Yunhe.

She said just a few words over and over again, and her voice was so sad and painful, with a strong sense of reluctance. But it invisibly hurt Mu Yunhe's heart. Mu Yunhe's arms became stiff and his voice tensed: "Who is going to die?"

"Luo Zhiwu, Luo Zhiwu is going to die, but I can't do anything. I deserve to die. It's me, not him. Why didn't I come early? If I came to find him earlier, he wouldn't have come to this point today. Mu Yunhe, how can I survive if he dies?" My brother died to save himself, so how could she have the face to live?

Mu Yunhe's face gradually became gloomy, and there was an unknown strong wind and wave roaring in her eyes. After the hand that patted her back was raised, it was finally unable to fall because it was already stiff and was about to shatter. Mu Yunhe looked at Luo Zhiwu who was lying calmly on the bed, but the cruelty in her eyes emerged in an inch like a trapped beast walking out of the cage. Crisis was everywhere, and murderous intent burst out!

She cried like this for him, she said she should have come to him long ago, she said she couldn't live even if he died...

What is her relationship with Luo Zhiwu? She once said that she asked him to help her find the man she loved. Only he could help her find the man completely. She approached him just because she wanted to find the man. She asked him for Luo Zhiwu's address and situation...

So, Luo Zhiwu is the man she always says she loves the most?!

This idea made Mu Yunhe no longer calm in that moment! An unprecedented murderous intent emerged, and he really wanted to kill Luo Zhiwu. But she said that if Luo Zhiwu died, she could not survive.

The fist was clenched tightly, unknown anger and pain roaring, howling, and unscrupulously hitting Mu Yunhe's new chest room. The pain seemed to explode, causing his whole heart to break and twitch.

But it was so strange, why was he so angry? What did she have to do with her when she found her beloved man? Why did he feel so painful? And in his heart, he was actually despicable and shameless, "Die, die, die, as long as Luo Zhiwu dies, Ruilin's most beloved man will be gone."

He is so bad that he is actually looking forward to Luo Zhiwu's death!

Mu Yunhe felt sad for his despicable and shameless thoughts. What's wrong with him? How could he be so hateful and vicious?

"Mu Yunhe, what should I do? If Luo Zhiwu dies, I will be uneasy in my life. Even if I live, I will never be happy anymore. It's all my fault. Everything is blamed. If I came back sooner, he would definitely not be like this." Luo Zhiheng was immersed in his own world. Meeting Mu Yunhe sadly was like finding a channel to express and vent, and it was out of control.

The old general Murong couldn't stand Luo Zhiheng's crying, and Mu Yunhe's strong and dangerous aura was filled with a deep voice: "It's not time to cry now, isn't this person not dead yet? Maybe there is still someone who can save you. You won't be able to detoxify. Wouldn't it be enough to find a detoxify master?"

Besides, what is your relationship with Luo Zhiwu? Why are you crying here endlessly?

Luo Zhiheng's eyes lit up when he heard this and pushed Mu Yunhe away: "Yes, I can't detoxify, but there must be someone who can detoxify. Detoxify, Poison Saint!"

Luo Zhiheng suddenly thought of the Poison Saint Lou Yun, and his psychological sorrow suddenly seemed to be opened and brightened. How could she forget the Poison Saint? Is there any poison in this world that the Poison Saint cannot be detached?

Mu Yunhe's gloomy place was almost cruel. He couldn't tell whether it was sarcastic or resentful, "Do you actually know the Poison Saint?"

Luo Zhiheng grabbed his arm and said, "Of course I know that the famous Poison Saint can detoxify any poison. Isn't she in the Mu Dynasty? Don't you know him? Come and find him to help detoxify Luo Zhiwu."

Luo Zhiheng was anxious and leaked clues at all times. Mu Yunhe was furious, but he still grabbed something sensitively. He pinched her wrist and squinted his eyes and said dangerously: "Why do I know the Poison Saint? How did you do the Poison Saint in the Mu Dynasty?"

Luo Zhiheng was stunned and said, "Everyone in the world knows it. After all, the incident here a few years ago in the Southern Dynasties later spread throughout the country. Even though the wilderness is a very remote place, it has been three years. How could it be unknown? Please help me and let the Poison Saint treat Luo Zhiwu."

Mu Yunhe wanted to refuse, but Luo Zhiwu was Luo Zhiheng's brother, and he became like this for Luo Zhiheng. He could not refuse in terms of reason, not to mention that Luo Zhiwu is also the emperor's grandson of Yinyue Kingdom. The Poison Sheng is also Luo Zhiwu's uncle. People from Yinyue Kingdom will not ignore Luo Zhiwu when they know it.

But he just was unwilling to give up! It was obviously a matter of course, but because Luo Zhiheng said it, he was unwilling to treat Luo Zhiwu and unwilling to let Luo Zhiwu get better. If Luo Zhiwu gets better, Ruilin wouldn't be together with Luo Zhiwu quickly?

"He is not in the Mu Dynasty." Mu Yunhe said gloomyly.

"How could it be?" Luo Zhiheng exclaimed.

"Why can't you? Why are you so clear about the Mu Dynasty? Could it be that you have inquired about the Mu Dynasty? Or have you done some spies in the Ai Mu Dynasty?" Mu Yunhe's gloomy look could almost swallow people.

Luo Zhiheng was silent for a moment, and finally found that Mu Yunhe's emotions seemed to be very wrong. She could only look at the old general Murong, and the old general alkyne said: "The Poison Saint is indeed not in the Mu Dynasty, because Luo Zhiheng has been in a coma before, and the Poison Saint and the others have traveled around the countries to find a way to treat Luo Zhiheng, but have not come back yet."

The hope that Luo Zhiheng had just risen was shattered in one fell swoop.

Luo Zhiwu's situation will definitely not last for a few days. Even if the Poison Saint is rushing back after receiving the news, he doesn't know when it will arrive. Luo Zhiwu's situation is at most four days, and at least he may be in danger of life at any time.

It's too late, it's too late.

"But don't worry, I will find a way to contact Yinyue Kingdom. They may have a way to find the Poison Saint. During this period, we will try our best to maintain Luo Zhiwu's life." Old General Murong said solemnly, and then he couldn't hold it in his arms. He asked in a low voice: "What is the relationship between the leader and Luo Zhiwu?"

Luo Zhiheng was stunned and bit her lips. What could she say? It would only make people feel incredible when she said it now. And she also wanted Mu Yunhe to recognize her herself. She still had many things to do with Ruilin's identity, so now is not the best time to reveal her identity.
To be continued...