Soon, some conversation suddenly sounded outside the temple, and then a few figures slowly became clear from the rain and fog.
A middle-aged man carrying a medicine box was pulled by two beggars and walked over quickly. Even with an umbrella, his clothes were a little wet, especially the hem and sleeves of the clothes were dripping with water droplets.
The middle-aged man was pulled away by two beggars, but he was not at all displeased or impatient, but instead was anxious.
As soon as he entered the ruined temple, before the two beggars could explain, the middle-aged man had noticed Shangguan Ye in the ruined temple and walked towards him, his eyes falling on Murong Qiufeng, who was on the ground, "Are you seeking medical treatment?"
Shangguan Ye just glanced at the middle-aged man indifferently, without answering, nodding with a cold expression.
The young man had already come over, and only then did he see clearly that the unconscious man in white was actually an extremely handsome young man. However, at this moment, he was obviously in a fever. When he was anxious, he put down the medicine box and squatted down without caring about the inquiries.
He reached out and wanted to grab Murong Qiufeng's wrist veins.
Only when his hand reached over, he was pinched by one hand. He was slightly stunned, then looked up and looked at the man in black with a gloomy face in surprise and puzzled.
"He just had a fever, but there was a way to help him get rid of the fever as soon as possible." Shangguan Ye had a gloomy face, his eyes were cold, and his tone was even cold and hard.
The middle-aged man looked at Shangguan Ye. Although he was afraid of his coldness and majesty, the doctor was the best to cure the disease. He ignored the threat Shangguan Ye gave him and said in a deep voice, "There are several colds and colds, I must be sure.
His body is like the kind of wind and cold that can prescribe the right medicine. You are very nervous about this young master. Don’t hinder Bai’s treatment. If it delays the condition, it’s not Bai who should regret it.”
Shangguan Ye's eyes suddenly appeared, his eyebrows slightly raised, and a sense of hostility emanated from him.
The man's eyes shrank and his body trembled a little, but there was still a bit of stubbornness and firmness in his eyes.
At this time, Murong Qiufeng seemed to be affected by the anger, and she groaned a few times and started to cough gently.
The cold aura in Shangguan Ye's body suddenly dissipated instantly, and his cold expression turned into nothingness, replaced by worry and eagerness. He looked at him nervously, put his hand gently on his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "That won't start yet."
The middle-aged man's eyebrows thumped, and he felt angry. Seeing him sweeping away his cold and nervous look, he was amused and crying, so he had to suppress his dissatisfaction and seriously examine Murong Qiufeng's pulse.
Then he took out a bottle of elixir from the medicine box and poured out one to feed Murong Qiufeng to swallow it, but his hand was blocked. He saw Shangguan Ye's gloomy eyes and looked at him with vigilance, and then he looked at him.
Pills.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, and his face also calmed down, "This is just a fever-reducing medicine. If you don't trust others so much, why bother to ask a doctor? Bai has always been open-minded and honest, so why should he use medicine to harm him.
People come here in the rain today, can they succeed in harming a stranger they have never met? Bai still knows the way of a doctor."
Shangguan Ye snorted coldly, took the medicine.
The middle-aged man was so angry that he simply ignored him. He turned around and wanted to get the needle bag, but suddenly he paused, a hole was lit, his mouth was slightly opened, and a pill was thrown into his chest.
After being beaten, the pills rolled into his throat.
The middle-aged man covered his throat, coughed a few times, stared at Shangguan Ye with a gloomy face, "You..."
"The world is dangerous, and I must be careful of others. Doctor Bai is also sorry." Shangguan Ye looked at him expressionlessly, his tone was cold and he had no intention of being embarrassed.
The middle-aged man felt a depression in his chest, and he had the urge to leave with a swing of his sleeves, but when he looked at the patient, he could only bear it. But it was his forbearance that made Shangguan Ye even more suspicious.
He snorted coldly, then threw the bottle to Shangguan Ye, "You can just feed one, if you are not relieved, you won't accept it."
Shangguan Ye poured out a pill from the bottle, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it. He checked it again, thought about it, swallowed it open his mouth, and activated his internal strength. He realized that there was no discomfort, but he felt a refreshing feeling.
Carefully let Murong Qiufeng take it.
The middle-aged man looked at his actions and was angry, but he had to appreciate his caution and attention to the people around him. Obviously, this young man should be his extremely important person, perhaps a brother, who can test medicine with his body.
, This friendship is admirable, just like that.
Thinking about it, he took out the needle bag and carefully pricked Murong Qiufeng a few needles, but Shangguan Ye did not stop him this time.
"This young man has a serious cold wind. It should be more than just being exposed to wind and cold. There is also some extremely cold air in his body. Although it was eliminated in time, there was some frostbite inside before that. You must find a place to make him well.
Rest, reduce the fever first, and then warm the inner palace."
Shangguan Ye's face looked ugly. I think the cold in the inner palace must be caused by the pool.
When the middle-aged man saw that his face was gloomy, he didn't know if he listened.
The sound of horse hooves sounded outside, and a carriage approached quickly, and then stopped to the entrance of the ruined temple.
Shangguan Ye ignored these people and threw the jade pendant to one of the beggars casually. He picked up Murong Qiufeng and said to the somewhat stunned middle-aged man, "Get into the car, go to your clinic." Then he said that and headed towards the carriage.
Walking away, the beggar at the door hurriedly opened the umbrella and asked them to enter the carriage, but they did not get on the carriage again. Several people stared at the beggar holding the jade pendant, as if they were afraid that they would flee with money.
The middle-aged man twitched his lips and sighed. He still accepted his fate and packed up his things. He got on the carriage together and reported an address to the coachman.
The carriage turned around and soon disappeared into the rain and fog. Mo Yan also spread his hooves and followed the carriage, which made the middle-aged man sigh and admire him.
After some busyness, Murong Qiufeng's burning began to show a tendency to disperse.
"You are also in a fever, so why not go and take some medicine first. I will arrange someone to take care of you here." The middle-aged man looked at Shangguan Ye almost like a shadow, and he kept holding on to him for half a step, so he couldn't help but suggest it. It was mainly because of him.
Here, it seriously affected him to treat diseases and save lives.
Shangguan Ye didn't even move his eyes, and he said lightly, "No need."
The middle-aged man sighed, "Forget it, since that's the case, then you can take care of him and send you medicine later. You can drink it too, just cover it with a quilt and sweat a little. I'll give it to you when the fever subsides.
He see, you have a good rest, and don’t run around, so as to avoid getting cold again.”
The middle-aged man kept telling him.
Shangguan Ye frowned and looked at him impatiently.
The middle-aged man was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. How could he meet such a person? It felt like he was begging them to see a doctor?
In fact, this is the case. Shangguan Ye is so strict with this person because he is too attentive and has to make him suspicious.
Shangguan Ye learned martial arts from the two elders of Xueshan, so his internal strength tended to be yin and cold. These cold air was nothing to him, while Murong Qiufeng was different. He learned the internal skills of the Sword Saint, and his body was yang since he was a child.
There is a root cause. Although it was cured later and many strange medicines were used to lay the foundation, which was nearly 100 poisons, it was still relatively easy to get sick.
Shangguan Ye hugged him, feeling so regretful that he wanted to vomit blood, but he also knew that if he had made him choose again, he would still do that.