Chapter 11

When an Changqing came out of the medical school, she almost thought that she was living a new life. She suspected that she was seriously ill. In fact, her mother died of illness. There was no conspiracy behind her.

He went to several famous hospitals in Yejing, but he didn't get much. Sitting in the carriage, an Changqing pondered for a while. He thought that since he had come, he had to have a beginning and an end. So he said to the coachman, "go to Yongle lane."

Yongle lane is the most remote Lane in Xifang city. The last hospital that an Changqing was looking for was hidden in the most remote lane.

This hospital is much smaller than the first few, mostly for the common people. According to the information inquired by an Changqing, this hospital does not even have a proper name. There is only a doctor with a strange temper. But I heard that the doctor is very skillful, and all the patients he has treated can be cured.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Yongle lane. The alley is very narrow, with dwellings on both sides. The street has almost no sunshine because of the back sun. There are withered grass roots in the cracks on both sides of the green slate, and there is a faint smell of rotten mildew in the air.

"Princess, the carriage can't get in." An Fu went down to have a look and hesitated: "is there really a hospital here?"

Without him, the alley looks very dilapidated. The houses on both sides are small with mottled walls. Even if the general hospital is not on the street, it can't be hidden in this alley. It's frightening to look at it. Where else would anyone dare to visit?

An Changqing was also a little hesitant, but he thought that all of them had come, and it was not bad for these steps. He got out of the carriage and said, "go ahead and have a look."

The car door was waiting at the entrance of the lane, and an Changqing took an Fu in.

When they got to the end of the lane, they saw that there was indeed a door there. A piece of white cloth was hanging above the mottled door, on which the words "medical school" were written in ink.

I really don't have a proper name.

Anfu quickly knocked on the door. The alley was quiet and the echo was loud. Anfu knocked several times, but no one answered the door. On the contrary, the old red lacquer wood door creaked and opened half by itself. An Fu was startled and looked back at an Changqing.

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"go in and have a look." An Changqing frowned slightly and went over him.

It's not big inside. It's a small yard. There are no flowers and plants, but a lot of herbs growing in winter. Further inside, it's the clinic hall. An Changqing raised her voice and asked, "is anyone here, please?"

After half a moment, a lazy voice came out of nowhere: "who? Today is a day off without seeing a doctor. "

an Changqing bows her hand and politely says," it won't take up too much time for you, just ask you to see a prescription. "

After the medicine cabinet in the lobby, a middle-aged man with a ragged beard came out. He held out a slap and shook it on both sides. He said slowly: "it's OK to show you. I'll give you ten Liang silver first."

An Fu is discontented: "even the doctor of de Ren Tang dare not ask this price!"

"Too expensive?" The middle-aged man said with a smile: "then you can go to derrentang to see it? It's the same price for rich people to see a doctor here! Do you like to see? "

Anfu choked, blushed and glared at him.

But an Changqing's face did not change. She took out ten liang of silver and went over. She put the prescription on the counter and said, "please have a look."

The middle-aged man turned his head at will. When he saw an Changqing's face, his eyes flashed slightly. He turned his wheelchair and came out from behind the medicine cabinet. He looked at an Changqing impolitely.

An Changqing eyebrows slightly wrinkled, patience: "sir?"

The middle-aged man recovered, glanced at the prescription and grinned: "I don't want any silver. You want me to draw a picture."

"Don't joke, sir." An Changqing frowned more tightly. When she came, she knew that the doctor was eccentric. He had been prepared for it, but now the man's request was too rude.

About to refuse, but listen to him again: "you this prescription, no one can see the problem, come on?"

An Changqing had a meal Yes

"You asked me to draw a picture. I'll tell you how to detoxify. " The middle-aged man knocked on the table, his eyes fixed on his face and never left.

"Detoxification? Is this prescription really poisonous? " An Changqing's face turned white for three minutes.

But the other side refused to say more and knocked on the table: "portrait."

An Changqing took a deep breath, thinking that her mother's health was important, she bit her cheek and asked, "what is the purpose of the portrait, sir?"

"Collection, of course." He laughed: "I always love to collect beautiful pictures. It's rare for me to look as good-looking as a young man."

An Changqing drooped her eyes and considered for a few minutes, thinking that the previous several medical schools all said that the prescription was ok, so she could only gnash her teeth and answer, "first tell me what happened to this prescription."

The middle-aged man turned his wheelchair, went around the counter to his side, approached an Changqing, sniffed carefully, and said, "this prescription is OK..."

An Changqing was about to change her face, but she heard him say: "but if it's with the fragrance of the thousand brocade on your body, it's poison. Where have you been in these three days? ""Thousand brocade?" An Changqing recalled, thinking of the unknown flower behind lanhong garden, which also bloomed very well in winter: "is it a lavender flower with six petals? Its stem is about two feet high. It blooms all year round? "

"Not bad." The middle-aged man said, "Qianchong brocade is called flower, but it's actually medicine. There is a medicine in this prescription, which is in conflict with the property of qianchongjin. It doesn't appear on weekdays, but if qianchongjin's medicinal properties increase when it blooms, the person taking the medicine will smell the fragrance of flowers or come into contact with pollen, which will aggravate the toxicity. Few people know the nature of qianchongjin. Ordinary people only think it's other diseases. "

An Changqing remembered that when he went back to the prime minister's house, the thousand brocade behind the Rainbow Garden was really in excellent bloom. This kind of flower is planted everywhere in the prime minister's residence. He only thinks that an Zhike or Li's love this kind of flower, but he never thinks that there is a murderer hidden here.

Just don't know who did it An Zhike doesn't know.

Hanging on the side of the fingers slightly clenched, an Changqing tried to calm the mood, calm way: "Sir can have a way to cure?"

"Naturally..." The middle-aged man said, "but let me finish the painting first."

This time, an Changqing didn't try again. Now that he has said something about the prescription, he knows how to detoxify it. Detoxification of biological mother is much more important than painting a portrait.

"Good." An Changqing said, "where do you want to draw, sir? After painting, can you come back with me for a few days? If you can cure my mother's illness, I would also like to thank you

But the middle-aged man waved his hand: "shut up first and sit well in the hospital."

“……” An Changqing had to sit down on the chair in the hospital. The man took out a small copper bell from his sleeve and shook it. Soon a little boy sent painting tools to him. The man stopped talking and seriously painted an Changqing.

This painting lasted nearly half an hour. It's cold in winter. The yard is open-air, and the cold wind is blowing. An Changqing doesn't even have a hand stove to warm her hands. When the portrait is finished, she is already pale with cold.

As soon as the man received the pen, Anfu quickly put the handstove into his arms. An Changqing's teeth trembled up and down and said, "can you come back with me, sir?"

The man was about to answer, suddenly his face changed, and he turned his wheelchair back: "what are you doing here?"

This is obviously not with an Changqing said, an Changqing strange look back, saw the door of a familiar tall figure came.

Xiao Zhige was also stunned when he saw him. When he saw his hands that were purple with cold, his eyes were fixed. Then he took off his cloak and put it on him naturally: "go out and wear more."

With his body temperature still on his cloak, an Changqing shrunk his neck, rubbed his coat collar on his side face, and let out a nasal "um".

The middle-aged man opened his mouth like a ghost. He looked at Xiao Zhige and an Changqing. His eyes almost fell off. He grunted and turned his eyes a few times. He said in a voice, "do you know each other?"

"An Changqing, my princess."

"Hu Shifei, the military doctor of Yunhui army."

Xiao Zhige gave them a brief introduction. His eyes fell on the painting that had not come yet. He squinted and said, "what's this?"

Hu's right and wrong moves quickly to collect the painting, but he is a little slow. Xiao Zhige intercepts Hu halfway and grabs the painting.

"Can you draw a picture?" Xiao Zhige unfolded his painting and looked at it carefully. His eyes were cold and he looked at Hu's right and wrong. His voice was very heavy. People who were familiar with his temperament, such as Hu's right and wrong, immediately recognized that he was angry.

But he still did not give up, want to fight for: "this princess gave me the diagnosis gold." Then he went to see an Changqing and winked hard. His tone was more polite: "princess, don't you think so?"

An Changqing's eyes turned and glanced at the man beside him. She blinked innocently at him, smiling and saying nothing.

Hu Shifei pulled his face: "I won't look at it."

Xiao Zhige gave him a blank look, put the portrait away properly, and said to the outside: "Iron Tiger."

Outside the door immediately came a full of moderate harmony. A strong man like an iron tower came in and bowed his hand to wait for orders: "general."

"Take people away." Xiao Zhige chin slightly, Iron Tiger immediately understand, stride over, Hu right and wrong together with the people with a chair to walk out, mouth still smile politely: "Hu Jun doctor, general has order, you bear more."

Hu right and wrong I Pooh!

An Changqing looked at Xiao Zhige in a daze, and then tied him away. After reaction, he whispered, "is this OK?"

Xiao Zhige looked down at him, closed his cloak to him, and said, "he owes me."

After a meal, he added, "tell me next time."

An Changqing didn't react. She was led by him for a few steps. Then she gradually realized that this man was saying that she would tell him something next time. Then he thought that this man had come back from the camp outside the city. Instead of going back to the palace, he came here to bind people. Most of the time, he was worried about his mother's illness and was ready to come and ask Hu right and wrong to come.

Warm heart, an Changqing back to hold his hand, curved eyebrows to follow him: "next time I will tell you first."