MTL - Full-level Medical Repair Returns To True and False Thousand Gold Texts-Chapter 14 draw character

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  Doctor Cheng said dryly: "This lord, the villain is a doctor, he only saves people, not harms them."

   "This matter is also good for you." Si Hai sneered and hooked the corners of his lower lips, with a meaningful smile, "This is what our prince asked me to convey to your country."

  Doctor Cheng pursed his lips tightly, and he was in shock: As we all know, the eldest prince Chu Yi did not make a king, so the prince in this mouth is...

  Kang Kang? !

   Could this be the person that King Kang of Dajing placed beside Chu Yi?

  The more Dr. Cheng thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was very high.

   What shocked him even more was that King Kang actually knew of their Yue Kingdom's stronghold in Danyang City.

  Doctor Cheng's hands were tightly clenched into fists in his wide sleeves, his eyes darkened.

   He is not from Jingguo, but from Yueguo, who has been lurking in Danyang City for more than ten years.

  Now, the sage intends to form an alliance with King Kang of Jing Kingdom. Once the alliance is established, they will fully assist King Kang to succeed King Kang, and King Kang promises that after the success of his promise, he will help the State of Yue and help the State of Yue to take the State of Qiang in the southwest.

  This cooperation is about the two countries, and there is no room for difference. Dr. Cheng has to be cautious and cautious, and he is skeptical about the words of the four seas. Who can prove that this person is King Kang's subordinate?

   seemed to see Dr. Cheng's doubts, and the world said again: "The eldest prince is already frail and sick. It is inevitable that he will travel thousands of miles north, and get sicker. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

   "When he returns to Beijing, there will be no such opportunity again."

   "Can you afford to delay the 'big event'?!"

   The world puts pressure on the other side sentence by sentence.

  Doctor Cheng clenched his fists even tighter and his eyes were hesitant.

   After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll deliver it tomorrow."

  Sihai stretched out his hand to make a petition, but did not continue to see off guests, but stayed where he was and watched Doctor Cheng leave.

   The surroundings were as quiet as a tomb, and from a distance, Chu Yi could be heard coughing repeatedly in the hall in the back:

   "Cough cough..."

   "cough cough..."

  Doctor Cheng walked out with great strides. After leaving the Danyang Office, he went straight back to Cheng's Medical Center and closed early.

  Doctor Cheng fastened the door bolt carefully, and then looked outside through the crack of the door, and then walked inside with confidence, all the way through the front hall and courtyard, all the way to the elegant room at the back.

  A bamboo curtain hangs down, blocking the person behind the curtain. Through the gap between the bamboo curtains, you can vaguely see a man in blue sitting on the other side of the bamboo curtain.

   "Six Master." Dr. Cheng bowed respectfully and saluted with a cross-handed salute.

He didn't dare to look up at the man behind the curtain, so he systematically recounted what happened at the Danyang government office, and finally said: "Sixth Master, the blue moon grass is colorless and odorless, and it will make the body of the person taking it weaker and weaker. , and then, slowly die."

   "Liu Ye, can you add Biyuecao to Chu Yi's medicine bag?"

  Biyuecao is their secret medicine unique to the country of Yue, and it is a chronic poison. People who take Biyuecao will not show symptoms of poisoning in terms of appearance or pulse, and others will only think that he is chronically ill, and his body is gradually hollowed out.

  The man in blue, known as the Sixth Master, casually flipped the tea lid, making a crisp sound of porcelain colliding with each other.

   The air in the house is dry and dull, making it feel as if it will suffocate the next moment.

  Doctor Cheng kept his salute posture motionless, and after a while, he heard the sixth master ask slowly, "Is there anything special about Chu Yi's pulse?"

  Doctor Cheng recalled carefully: "Today, my subordinates checked the pulse for Chu Yi again. The pulse is like cotton in water. The yang qi is weak and the essence and blood are deficient. It is a weak pulse."

   "Chu Yi has always been weak..." Sixth Master seemed to be talking to himself, his expression dark and gloomy.

Chu Yi stayed in Yue for eight years as a proton. Apart from not being able to leave the capital at will, he could move freely in the city, and he often communicated with the royal family and honorables of Yue. Ze" is famous.

   At the beginning of the year, Emperor Mingde ascended the throne and negotiated with the sage to release Chu Yi and return to the country.

  King Kang planned to kill Chu Yi silently after he entered the territory of Jing.

   However, King Kang's plan to assassinate Chu Yi failed again and again, and Chu Yi arrived at Danyang City safely.

   Sixth Master frowned tightly and threw another question: "Can this pulse be faked?"

  Doctor Cheng thought for a while and asserted: "Based on the experience of his subordinates in the practice of medicine for decades, Chu Yi has a deficiency caused by his mother's womb, and this pulse is difficult to fake."

  The sixth master lowered his eyes halfway, tugged at the corners of his mouth mockingly, thinking in his heart: King Kang is in a hurry, for fear of Chu Yi returning to Beijing, he would not hesitate to ask them to help him undermine Chu Yi.

  Since the sage intends to form an alliance with King Kang, this matter will not do them any harm to the country...

   Sixth Master considered the pros and cons in his heart, opened his eyes suddenly, burst into an ambitious and fierce light, and spit out a word: "Give."

   "My subordinates are going to prepare now." Dr. Cheng bowed his head and commanded his orders, his eyes shining brightly.

  The setting sun was gradually setting, but the weather showed no sign of getting cooler, and it was terribly hot.

  The city was dead, and there was neither the sound of wind nor the chirping of insects.

  Gu Yanfei looked up at the setting sun outside the window, the afterglow of the setting sun reflected half the sky with blood red.

   A feeling of suffocation came from his chest, Gu Yanfei half-squinted his eyes, his dark pupils seemed to be glistening with blood, and whispered to himself: "Time is running out."

  “Meow meow~”

   The little milk cat squatting on the desk wailed softly, with a cute coquettish ending, which made one's heart tremble.

The milk cat, who was less than two months old, was at the age of playfulness. It stretched out a furball-like paw to pick up the cinnabar in the porcelain bowl, but in the next instant, the flesh on the back of its neck was pinched by a few slender jade fingers. Immediately afterwards, the body was lifted up.

   The milk cat, who had been making a lot of noise, curled up slightly obediently, as if it had been acupointed, and was thrown by Gu Yanfei into the cathouse next to him without moving.

   Qingguang squatted in the cat's den, licking his paws, and washing his face.

  Gu Yanfei held a wolf brush dipped in bright red cinnabar, and dipped his elbows to move the pen.

  The spiritual power is poured into the pen tip, and the wolf hair pen tip outlines a curve like an earthworm on the light yellow rune paper.

   Just draw more and more slowly, more and more slowly…

   These days, she has been drawing talismans, but the aura of this small world is too weak, every talisman failed, only the two talismans she drew with blood essence on the day of rebirth succeeded.

   She can't draw talismans with blood essence every time, she will die early!

  Gu Yanfei stared intently at the tip of the pen dipped in cinnabar, his eyes were sore and unbearable, but he still did not blink.

  's hand is as light as a feather and heavier than Mount Tai.

   After repeated failures, she gradually mastered how to communicate with the heaven and the earth, which is almost nothing, and how to turn the aura into spiritual power and connect it with the cinnabar on the tip of the pen...

   In the beginning, she couldn't even draw a third of a talisman, and now she's only a little short of the last.

   (end of this chapter)