This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Is this my master?

He was stunned for a moment, his eyes seemed to be separated from his head.

Am I going to die?

he thought.

Otherwise, how could there be such an illusion?

Song Chunjing stretched out two fingers to touch his forehead, then quickly removed it, and asked the doctor beside him, "Excuse me, how many days has it been burning?"

Shen Huan breathed quickly and slowed down, stared at him in a daze, his slightly opened mouth could not be closed, and there was a little transparent saliva dripping from it, lingering on the edge of his lips and teeth.

Song Chunjing noticed that the heartbeat under his palm was too fast, so he immediately pressed it against it, and comforted him: "Relax, Shen Huan."

The doctor watched him casually put it on the Guanqiao acupoint, the familiar technique without even looking for it, his admiration was beyond words.

With joy on his face, he clapped his hands twice before explaining the situation: "It's been three days."

"What kind of medicine have you used?" Song Chunjing asked politely.

At the same time, he handed the water bowl to Shen Huan's mouth. The porcelain bowl was warm, but it was a little cold when it was attached to his mouth. Shen Huan blinked and found that the predecessor had thrown it there.

This is not a dream.

he thought.

The doctor took out the prescription and held it in his hands. Song Chunjing glanced at it and immediately understood why it took so long.

The conditions in the army must be really difficult, and the few precious medicinal materials that must be used have been replaced with common medicinal materials that are much less effective.

He turned his head on one side, his face turned a slight arc, "Uda, the medicine box."

Wu Da glanced at him, but he didn't find the medicine box. He realized that he had put the medicine box in the agenda book and forgot to bring it in the confusion just now.

He glanced at the battalion commander.

The battalion commander immediately ordered: "Go and get it."

The soldiers ran out immediately, and only then did Song Chunjing take a closer look at Shen Huan.

Shen Huan stared at him unblinkingly, his eyes were full of water, almost dripping out.

He was wearing a loose old robe that didn't fit well, the collar and back were soaked with deep water marks, it was unknown whether it was water or sweat.

The skin is very ugly, with uneven skin tone, dry and yellowish, and there are some brown dark spots that do not match the age, which should be splashed medicine spots.

His face became even more embarrassed.

His forehead is pale, his cheeks are dry and red, and his lips are dry and yellow, like a person who has been bedridden for a long time.

When the medicine box was brought back, Song Chunjing gathered a pack of medicine and handed it to the doctor, "Excuse me."

The doctor hurriedly picked it up, "Let's make the medicine."

After all, he walked out.

Here stood the commander of the imperial guards, the general, the battalion commander, and so on. Just one of them was higher than the official position of the imperial physician.

But no one dared to intervene, they just watched the doctor in the army carefully holding the medicine and running away like a smoke.

Song Chunjing picked up the water bowl again and handed it to Shen Huan's lips again, "Open your mouth."

Chen Huan had been suppressed as a habit before, so he subconsciously opened his mouth, obediently took a drink.

He seemed to have hurt his throat, and when his Adam's apple moved, he frowned in pain.

Song Chunjing wiped his face full of water stains, "What else is uncomfortable?"

Chen Huan finally came to his senses, stretched out his hand suddenly, and tightly grasped the corner of his clothes.

Song Chunjing glanced at the thin hand with protruding knuckles.

There is also a wound on the wrist that is missing. Although it has been treated, you can still see the redness and swelling around the edge. It must have deteriorated to a very serious level before.

"...Master"

Shen Huan opened his mouth, his voice was as light as if he didn't hear it, his voice seemed to be split by countless stones, it was extremely hoarse and broken.

He looked at Song Chunjing with wide eyes, tears streaming down his face in an instant.

That voice is so sad, misery, despair, and pain are mixed together, all blended in these two words.

Song Chunjing's heart sank. Looking at his crying face, he opened his mouth and his voice became hoarse.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Hearing Shen Huan call him master, everyone present was startled, they really didn't expect it.

Just an imperial doctor, how can He De be the master of the only son of the general's mansion?

This young master is also capable, and he wants to study medicine despite not inheriting his title?

The sensual dogs and horses in Beijing are drunk with money, and the local soldiers far away in the northwest think of the prosperity of the East. Obviously, they cannot be compared with the rich and powerful people there.

If you have to compare, you will piss yourself off.

For a while, the expressions of the people in the tent were different, except for Wu Da who was calm.

The blessing of the filter seems to be Shen Huan's admiration.

The general stretched out his hand and pushed Chen Kuo silently away, trying to keep him away from this place.

Of course, the young master of the general's mansion was 'ruined' here. If this news got out, let alone the general's coffin could not be held down, the entire barracks would be overwhelmed.

In order to appease the anger of the general's mansion, the emperor comforted the general's spirit in the sky, and it was not a big deal to kill a person.

It was clear and honest, and no one dared to stop him.

"Fortunately, I finally found you." Song Chunjing said.

"It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up, this imperial physician is worthy of being a talented person from the imperial hospital, and he deserves a word of rejuvenation!" General Lin took a few steps closer, followed by a sigh of relief, with a tone full of relief .

Shen Huan looked up at him, then at Song Chunjing.

The quiet and leisurely Song Mansion in the middle of Beijing, the medicine stove outside the bedroom, and a small medicine field in the courtyard have all become distant and unattainable dreams in his heart.

Has been deeply buried in the bottom of my heart.

With the person in the dream.

When he opened his mouth a little, his throat felt unbearably itchy. He coughed and pointed to the water glass. Song Chunjing fed him a few sips, and wiped the water stains on his lips.

At this moment, Shen Huan was sure that the person in front of him was really Song Chunjing.

He stretched out his hand irresistibly, and touched the smoky gray silk sash on his body that was securely tied around his waist.

This material is worth a thousand gold, and it is priceless in central Beijing, let alone in the desolate northwest.

I have never seen it.

Don't think about it, it must be a gift from the prince.

Thinking of the old man, he closed his eyes.

He was intercepted halfway, the guards died tragically, and he fled in a hurry. In addition to his physical humiliation, he was seriously ill for three days. He had exhausted his energy and was hovering on the verge of collapse.

Suddenly hearing that something happened to the general's mansion, it became the last straw that crushed him.

He let go of his hand, his eyes were bloodshot, the eyeliner looked like it was drawn with cinnabar, and there were pale pink tears surrounding it.

"...Where are you, my father?" He buried the youthful spring dream in his heart, and asked with tears in his eyes.

Song Chunjing glanced at General Lin from the corner of his eye, and General Lin shook his head slightly.

Song Chunjing hesitated for a moment, and Shen Huan immediately grabbed his clothes, "Don't hide it from me, what happened, my father!"

He was injured like a little beast that fell into a trap, bared his teeth, and let out a desperate roar at the entrance of the cave, "Why didn't he come?!"

Song Chunjing raised his voice slightly, "Shen Huan."

Shen Huan paused suddenly.

The throbbing in my heart couldn't be suppressed at all, and I couldn't hold back when I saw people, let alone heard familiar voices.

That cool tone called his name as always, no, there was more worry and distress.

Shen Huan thought in a daze, I have already invited myself out of the teacher's school and broke his heart, is he still willing to love me?

I……

but I……

He raised his heavy eyelids and forgot to glance at the door.

Chen Kuo stood at the end, most of his figure was blocked by the shadows of the crowd, only half of his heavy-colored clothes were exposed.

Song Chunjing followed his line of sight, only to see General Lin take a half step forward, and said with concern: "Since he is the master of the young master, he is a nobleman of the general's mansion, and we all belong to the general's former department. I didn't know it just now, so I have offended you a lot. "

Song Chunjing nodded at him with a motionless expression, "You're welcome."

The simple word, I don't know if it's because it's a big deal or a natural talker, General Lin couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Song Chunjing grabbed Shen Huan's wrist with his backhand, slipped on his pulse, and before he could take a closer look, Shen Huan threw his hand away.

Song Chunjing paused, looked at him, and Shen Huan himself was also taken aback, forcing himself into a miserable smile, he calmed down a bit, and asked again: "What happened to the General's Mansion?"

Song Chunjing was silent for a while, then nodded to General Lin, "Please do me a favor."

General Lin saw his seriousness and understood that he might want to tell the truth to Shen Huan, so he waved away the crowd to make room for the two of them.

Song Chunjing looked at the remaining people in the tent, General Lin, Wu Da, and Chen Kuo.

He said politely: "Please, General, for your convenience, go out for a while."

General Lin sighed, "I already know everything."

Song Chunjing was silent for a few breaths, and still said: "There are some other things, please make it easier for you."

The general took a few steps back, "I'll stand by the door."

Song Chunjing didn't like to speak harshly to each other, so he acquiesced.

Shen Huan's heart skipped a beat, her throat moved, and she pressed her throat and asked, "Did something happen to my father?"

Song Chunjing pursed his lips tightly, unable to bear to speak.

Shen Huan's hair was disheveled, and his spirit had been drained by several days of serious illness, making him very decadent and depressed.

Seeing this, he couldn't wait to grab his arm: "Is...he was seriously injured?"

"Or..." He hesitated, and struggled to utter two words, "...Dead?"

The dismal scene in the General's Mansion was vividly remembered, Song Chunjing took a deep breath, and asked without answering, "You, will you go back to Beijing with me?"

Chen Huan was stunned for a moment, his mind was full of thoughts: I asked if my father was dead, but he didn't refute.

Seeing that he was holding his breath, Song Chunjing patted him on the shoulder, and said in a slow voice, "It's good that you're fine, just recover your body slowly, the general is alive in heaven, so it's time to close your eyes."

Shen Huan frowned for a long while, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the word "there is spirit in heaven".

However, he learned to write at the age of three and has been diligent all the time. He didn't even need to think about it to understand what it meant.

There was silence in the tent, Song Chunjing looked at his expression, worried that he would faint or become angry suddenly, and was ready to rescue him at any time.

Chen Huan didn't move at all, his whole body stiffened and stopped in place.

"King Li sent troops to hunt down you and the general in two ways...Fortunately, they saved you." Song Chunjing said softly, "The steward was so anxious that he sent several groups of people to look for you. Fortunately, we found you."

Shen Huan listened in a daze as if his soul had left his body, his eyes fixed on Song Chunjing's gently opening and closing lips without blinking.

He felt that he did not understand.

I understood again, and it hurt my ears when those words got into my ears, and my chest also hurt.

It turns out that such a bad situation can be called "lucky"?

In the blink of an eye, his consciousness returned, and his seven orifices returned to their original positions.

Tears poured down like summer rain.

"Whoa-"