Under Baicao's suppression, Fei Yuan reluctantly apologized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Han, it was me who was so presumptuous."
Han Sanzhen glanced at her, and then looked at Song Shuwan thoughtfully: "You, you guessed something?"
Song Shuwan looked back with an innocent look on her face: "What did you guess? What did Mr. Han mean by this?"
Han Sanzhen smiled inexplicably: "Decoct the medicine."
"yes."
Song Shuwan took a new pack of medicinal ingredients and was about to leave. Suddenly she remembered something and turned around: "Mr. Han, the Crown Prince..."
"As long as I'm here, he can't die."
Just seven words, all of which are Han Sanzhen's confidence.
Song Shuwan smiled and took Fei Yuan into the kitchen. After the herbs were fried, she looked at Fei Yuan: "But you are not happy?"
Fei Yuan pursed her lips, her expression clearly full of anger, but she said: "I'm not unhappy, this slave."
Song Shuwan shook her head with a smile, raised her hand and flicked her eyebrows: "Your emotions are clearly shown on your face. I know you are unhappy, and I also know that you are trying to protect me, but Han San
Needling this person... I think there is something wrong with it."
Fei Yuan covered the place where he was knocked and opened his eyes wide when he heard this: "Is there something wrong with Han Sanzhen? Is he an assassin? Princess Concubine, I will go and solve it now..."
Before Fei Yuan could finish her words, Song Shuwan pulled her back: "Why is this little girl so impatient? I do think there is something wrong with him, but the medicine he prescribed for the prince is really powerful, so I want him to
I need to take care of the health of the Crown Prince. Just help me take care of the Crown Prince. I will take care of the rest. Do you understand?"
Fei Yuan frowned, and the displeasure in his heart subsided with these words: "If the Crown Princess said this, I must be careful. I will go and guard the Crown Prince."
Song Shuwan frowned: "Don't have any more conflicts with Mr. Han."
"This slave knows."
Fei Yuan saluted and quickly retreated.
Song Shuwan was half leaning on the stove, and suddenly glanced outside the door, the corners of her mouth slightly raised: "Mr. Han, did you hear what you just said clearly?"
After a brief silence, a cold snort sounded from outside the kitchen door: "You are a very sharp woman, how did you find me?"
Song Shuwan touched her nose: "The scent of medicine on Han Langzhong's body is very obvious."
"Medicine scent?"
Han Sanzhen appeared at the door with a cane. He glanced at Song Shuwan with calm eyes and poked the ground with the cane in his hand: "Not bad, your response is okay. I hope you can cook the medicine well this time."
After that, he turned around and left.
Song Shuwan listened to the distant sound of the crutch tapping the ground outside, and raised her eyebrows slightly. She had noticed before that Han Sanzhen walked very lightly, and she didn't expect that even the sound of the crutch could be eliminated.
Turning her eyes, Song Shuwan's gaze fell on the casserole. After another half an hour, she took the newly fried medicine and went to look for Han Sanzhen.
"Okay, let's go take the medicine."
Song Shuwan entered the room with a bowl in hand and signaled Baicao to help Pei Huan up: "Your Majesty, drink the medicine."
Pei Huan was already awake. He was helped up and leaned against the bedside, his brows furrowed: "This is not the Hou Mansion, where is this place?"
"In a village, Fei Yuan left the prince here. There happened to be a doctor in this village, so he gave the prince a look." Song Shuwan briefly explained the situation and gave Pei Huan medicine.
While drinking the medicine, Pei Huan asked, "Why don't you go back to the Marquis Mansion?"
"The Crown Prince's injury is very serious. I'm afraid something might happen on the way back, so I want to wait until I can return to the Marquis Mansion."
Song Shuwan raised her eyes, and the spoon in her hand made a small crisp sound when it touched the edge of the bowl: "Don't you feel any pain, Your Majesty? You have three serious injuries on your body."
Pei Huan was stunned and raised his hand subconsciously: "It hurts? I didn't feel it."
Song Shuwan's hand suddenly paused: "Don't feel it?"
At this moment, a voice came from outside the door: "The medicine I gave him as a bandage was laced with something that would make him feel no pain."
Han Sanzhen walked into the house on crutches. When he saw that there was still medicine in the bowl, he snorted coldly: "Is he a three-year-old child? Do you still need to feed him one mouthful at a time?"
Song Shuwan made a movement, thought for a moment, and handed the bowl to the man's mouth: "Your Majesty, take a sip."
Pei Huan didn't know why, but he still drank the medicine in one gulp.
Song Shuwan put down the bowl and directly stated the purpose: "I have a way to quickly heal the prince's injuries, but his body is running low again. Is there any way that Mr. Han can recuperate the prince's health?"
Han Sanzhen's scrutinizing gaze swept over Song Shuwan: "Did you use the Soul Flower on him before?"
Song Shuwan nodded: "Yes, the prince's body has been affected before, so I used the soul flower to warm the prince for a long time."
Han Sanzhen tapped the ground with his crutch: "Your idea is right, but the medicine given after using the Soul Flower was too strong, so that his body showed signs of deficiency again. Whose medical skills are you, this little girl?
Taught? Why do you have to take such strong medicine?"
Song Shuwan was silent for a while, then shook her head: "My master is an unknown person. He travels around and treats some patients, so he must give strong medicine."
"That's nonsense. Strong medicine is indeed good for the patient, but the subsequent warming and recuperation is not a matter of a day or two. Once something goes wrong, it will be a lifetime matter. If you want to treat the prince's leg, you have to accept your inferiors.
The nature of the drug is strong, otherwise something will happen sooner or later."
Han Sanzhen spoke crisply. Pei Huan leaned on the bedside and frowned slightly: "My legs will heal faster if I take strong medicine."
"I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. If I want to heal this useless leg again, it can't be solved by a few doses of strong medicine."
Han Sanzhen said, waving his hand for Song Shuwan to take Pei Huan away: "Come back in five days."
Hearing this, Song Shuwan did not bother and asked Baicao and Feiyuan to get Pei Huan into the carriage, and the group left the village.
In front of the gate of the Hou Mansion, An Yi and An San were waiting anxiously. They caught a glimpse of the carriage approaching and quickly came over to greet him: "I have met the Crown Prince, the Crown Princess."
Song Shuwan nodded: "I'll leave the prince to you, I'll go and rest for a while."
"yes."
After returning to the room, Song Shuwan looked at the ice cubes that had mostly melted in the basin, and couldn't help pinching her eyebrows.
"Prince Princess, do you want to take a bath?"
Baicao's question brought her back to her thoughts. She thought about it, nodded and said, "Get some hot water."
As soon as the time passed to the next day, Song Shuwan saw Pei Huan, boiled some medicine for him, and then thought about going outside the city.
"Are you going to see Han Sanzhen?"
Pei Huan was lying on the bed, his voice full of weakness. He suddenly felt pain last night. Now he is a disabled person and dare not move.
Song Shuwan raised her eyes: "Yes, I want to ask him how to adjust my recipe."
With that said, Song Shuwan told Han Sanzhen what she had said before about using the wrong medicine.
Pei Huan was speechless and said after a while: "The current owner of the Divine Doctor Valley is named Han."
Song Shuwan's eyes widened instantly: "What the prince means is that Han Sanzhen is the master of the miracle doctor valley?"
