"Master has something to do and cannot come in person. However, our master has written a divorce letter in advance. In our southern Xinjiang... family, the person who is best at undoing poisons should arrive today." The blue guard did not hide Baili Feiyue.
Arriving today?
Emperor Jing just issued the order yesterday, which means that they have long planned to cooperate with Emperor Jing.
Guard Lan answered her doubts in a timely manner, "To be honest, after it was revealed that the people in Chengdu were infected by the poison a few days ago, the master asked our people to investigate. Knowing that your Majesty the Emperor could not easily solve the problem, he already
I gave my divorce letter early and went back to my home in southern Xinjiang."
Baili Feiyue nodded and said nothing more, "Is there anything I need to prepare first?"
"We won't know anything until our poison-killing doctor arrives." Lan Weiwei is a guard and is not good at poison. In fact, most people in southern Xinjiang are just like ordinary people. Those who are good at poison are only rare.
At this time, the first batch of people who had been poisoned by the poison sent by the government from Rongcheng also arrived. Including Lan Guard and others, as well as people from the government, they arranged those people who had been poisoned in the backyard of Huichun Hall.
Before noon, the man who was rumored to be good at treating poison arrived. He was a serious old man with a dark complexion and a thin face. He could not speak because he was mute, and he could not hear what others said.
The old man told them what they needed to do in writing, and led Lan Guard and others into the backyard. What Baili Feiyue needed to do was to stabilize the heart and life of the person who had been decoyed after they detoxed them.
feature.
It is necessary to stabilize the heart and life characteristics. It is conceivable that if you forcefully remove the poison, you will go through the cycle of life and death.
In the same way, they can't understand the bewitching by others except themselves.
When they cure a patient, they will ask their guards to carry it out and hand it to Baili Feiyue.
This busy work lasted one afternoon, the sun was setting in the west, and only one-third of the first wave was solved, which was quite fast.
At the same time, Tai Hospital.
Dean Zhang, who had previously gone to see Ling Duanian at the invitation of Zhao Shicai, sat on his seat at the doctor's table with a deep look on his face.
A new imperial physician came with a list of those who needed to have their pulses taken tomorrow by the empresses of the palaces. He quietly glanced at the head of the hospital, Zhang, and said flatteringly, "My lord, you are already in bed now. Why don't you go home and rest?"
Dean Zhang waved his hand and signaled him to go out without saying anything.
The little imperial doctor brought trouble upon himself and was about to go out when Director Zhang said, "Have all the people who were poisoned by Gu in Rongcheng been sent to Kyoto now?"
This new little imperial doctor is very active and thinks that the head of the hospital must know it. If he still asks this question, he must be unable to participate in such a thing as the head of the hospital. Instead, Miss Ling San has robbed her of the limelight and credit.
…What’s more, he was originally selected from the previous medical association competition.
I was also deeply impressed by Miss Ling San.
"It should have been delivered. When I went out to eat during my lunch break, I heard that it had been delivered, and everyone was arranged to go to the Huichun Hall."
Seeing that Chief Zhang didn't express anything, he added tentatively, "Sir, Miss Ling San is going to make a great contribution this time."
Dean Zhang glanced at him and said, "Do you know Miss Ling San?"
The young doctor quickly said, "That's not true. It's just that when I participated in the medical competition, I happened to be assigned to the first exam with Miss Ling San. I arrived earlier at that time, and I happened to see everything that happened that day.
Here we are. Miss Ling San is in the limelight, and it’s really hard for a villain to remember her."
On that day, President Zhang was not the examiner of the first round, and he did not see that scene.
"From what you can see, how is Miss Ling San's medical skills?"
The young imperial doctor carefully considered his words, "Miss Ling San is indeed very skillful in using poisons. Although there is no distinction between medicine and poison, there are many exceptions. Therefore, medical skills... I have not seen it with my own eyes, so I dare not make any assumptions.
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Dean Zhang glanced at him again and said, "Go down."
"Yes, I will take my leave first."
After the young imperial doctor left, some of the other imperial doctors outside left directly after nap, and some knocked on the door and came in to say goodbye to Chief Zhang. Gradually, the entire lobby outside became quiet.
Dean Zhang looked at the medical records on the table, but he didn't read a single word for a long time.
Miss Ling San...
Previously, he was invited by his friend Zhao Shicai to see Mr. Ling Jiu. He would never make a mistake, that was the pulse condition of a dry oil lamp.
However, his pulse condition, which had been incapable of recovery for less than half a month, was completely revived in just a few days.
Naturally, he was also present at the Qionglin Banquet the day before yesterday. He could see clearly that not only did Master Ling Jiu's complexion completely recover, but even the poison in his body should be gone...
This could obviously only be the work of Miss Ling San.
Dean Zhang recalled that when he first saw Miss Ling San in Ling Mansion, he thought it was an illusion, and the look in her eyes was profound.
She also thought about the day before yesterday at the Qionglin Banquet, when she poisoned the hand of the criminal Juren with her handkerchief.
This Miss Ling San is really not simple!
I just don’t know, exactly how deep it is.
And in this world, how advanced must the art of healing poison be to be able to teach someone like Miss Ling San in just five years?
Naturally, she had also heard about the relationship between Miss Ling San and the miracle doctor of Futu Pavilion, and she suspected that she was the apprentice of the miracle doctor of Futu Pavilion.
The Pagoda of the Buddha was originally in his eyes and ears. Although it made a huge fuss, he was completely careless and didn't take it seriously. He had also read medical books, but the poison in Master Ling Jiu's body before was not enough.
He can't figure it out either.
Not to mention it can be solved in such a short time.
Therefore, Miss Ling San is a powerful apprentice, but does the person who taught her such ability... really exist?
General's Mansion.
Anyuan.
Ling Duan Nian was playing with the dough Baili Feiyue made for him with one hand, and teasing Hai Dongqing who had just landed on the window lattice with the other hand.
A young man came in and said respectfully, "Ninth Young Master, the Huichun Hall is busy right now. I'm afraid the third lady won't be able to return home until dark."
Ling Duannian was not surprised, but he sighed with a very sad look and said softly, "This errand will definitely tire my sister out." So, sister, what do you want?
He doesn't believe in doing it for the sake of the country, the people, or because he has no choice but to do it because of imperial edict.
I took off the small bamboo tube on Hai Dongqing's paw and patted its head. Hai Dongqing flew into the sky fiercely, and soon turned into a small black dot and disappeared.
The familiar man slowly took out a small piece of paper from a bamboo tube that was thinner than chopsticks and shorter than his little finger. He glanced at it and murmured, "The Mu family in Shu is also helping my sister find her mother."
Dear."
The boy didn't answer and just stood there.
Ling Duannian's beautiful eyes swept over, "Why are you still here?"
The boy immediately withdrew respectfully.
Ling Duannian put the note on the candlelight, and it instantly turned to ashes.
He sat down again, half-supported his head, poked the man's big head with his finger, and chuckled.
Sister, you are such a familiar mask-maker, aren’t you afraid of exposing your proficiency in disguise?