The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 726 Memories ([-])

Yuanfeng 30 years, August [-]th.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, I received an unexpected guest.

This person was dressed in black and had a mask on his face, revealing a pair of eyes.

I was not afraid and asked him to sit down.

He was a little surprised at my calmness.

After sitting down, I asked him to get straight to the point.

He didn't waste any time and took out a paper bag from his arms: put a little of this in the tea that the prince drank every day.

I pushed the paper bag back: I won't do anything that is harmful to nature.

He sneered: Think about your parents, think about the Shen family.

I hesitated for half an hour and asked, "As long as you let them go a little bit every day, you can let them go."

he is!"

Me: "I do."

Before he left, he threatened: "Remember, the life and death of the Shen family are in your hands."

After he left, I poured out some white powder and tasted it.

It's not a deadly poison, but it can be deadly day after day, year after year.

I tasted it carefully again and wrote down the herbs I tasted on the paper one by one.

Then based on these herbs, the corresponding formula is prepared.

They got the wrong guy.

I tasted hundreds of medicines when I was three years old. I don’t know how many herbs went into my mouth. Which herbs are poisonous and which are non-toxic, I have a lot of knowledge in my mind.

Everything in the world, mutual generation and mutual restraint.

Where there is elixir, there is poison;

If there is poison, there is an antidote.

He only asked me to put this thing into the tea that the prince drank. He didn't say that I couldn't put other things in it to blend in with this chronic poison.

I, Shen Duruo, will not do anything that is harmful to nature.

It's useless to threaten me with anyone's life or death.

This is the conscience of being a human being.

……

In the 30th year of the Yuan Dynasty, it was the ninth day of September.

At night, I was awakened by a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, he saw it was Xiao Ze.

Xiao Ze said that the prince was ill and asked me to come over.

I returned to the Prince's Mansion.

The prince was lying on the bed in single clothes, and the princess was taking care of him with her own hands.

I put three fingers on his wrist, and when I noticed the heat on his skin, I knew that the disease was dangerous.

really.

The pulse condition is not very good.

I am very puzzled.

When I checked the prince's Ping'an pulse a few days ago, he was fine. Why did he suddenly become so sick?

I thought about it for a long time and said, "If you use ordinary medicine, it will take two months to eradicate this disease. If Your Highness is willing to take the risk, the disease can be cured in half a month."

The princess asked: "How to take risks?"

Me: "I need to add some strong medicine."

Princess: "Does it hurt your body?"

"It's medicine that's three parts poison. It's going to hurt to some extent. It just depends on how you take care of yourself later."

I thought for a while and then said: "Your Highness, this disease starts in the heart. It comes up from the heart. After the high fever subsides, it spreads to the lungs. If it is delayed for too long, the harm will be even greater."

The prince didn't even open his eyes: "Use!"

The Crown Princess's face changed slightly, she sighed, stood up, held my hand and said, "Since it's dangerous, I'll ask the female doctor to stay by the side."

I have no objection, this is my duty.

……

In the 30th year of the Yuan Dynasty, it was the tenth day of September.

I took a nap and woke up. I didn't see the prince, and I was shocked.

Jiao Yu pointed to the window, and I looked over.

He stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his figure blending into the night.

I frowned and stepped forward, "Your Highness, take care of yourself."

He turned and looked at me, "It's going to be fifteen again soon."

I frowned even more tightly, "Your Highness is suffering from the sorrow of autumn, so he might as well take good care of himself."

The words didn't make sense, and his face fell.

I stretched out my hand, closed the window, and made a gesture of invitation: "If your highness wants to get worse tomorrow, you can continue to stand."

He looked at me, his face changed several times, and finally he went to bed obediently.

I followed him to the bedside and said condescendingly: "People's diseases all come from the word 'thinking'. Your Highness needs to think less and think less to prolong your life." He had a straight face, his face was cold and fierce.

I turned a blind eye and ordered Jiao Yu to put down the curtain.

After a long period of silence, a soft sigh came from the tent, and there was no more movement.

……

Yuanfeng 30 years, September [-]th.

For seven whole days, I didn't even go out of the prince's courtyard. When I was tired, I took a nap on the couch outside.

His illness was as I expected, first a high fever, then a lung-heat cough.

In addition to taking medicine, I asked Jiao Yu and Taiping to wipe the prince's palms, soles of feet, and forehead with strong liquor every half an hour.

The prince has a history of mysophobia and has to bathe and change clothes every day.

The high fever caused him to sweat one after another. He wanted to take a bath, but I didn't agree.

His expression turned cold and fierce again.

I remain blind.

It wasn't until the fever subsided within seven days that I allowed him to rub himself with hot water.

At night, the drums sound at the fourth watch.

I walked into the palace as usual and checked the prince's pulse.

He suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed my hand.

I saw that his brows were furrowed and I comforted him: "In a few days, the disease will be cured. Your Highness, please bear with me."

He did not let go and said hoarsely: "Thank you, Dr. Shen, for your hard work."

I closed my eyes and said, "If Your Highness can be more obedient, I will have less trouble."

He smiled and slowly let go of his hand.

I put down the curtain and walked outside.

After just a few steps, his voice came from the tent: "Shen Duruo, I've been walking on thin ice for the rest of my life. Do you think I can walk to the other side?"

My heart trembled.

The higher people stand, the less likely they are to speak casually. Every word they say has a profound meaning.

I wonder if it was discovered that I put medicine in his tea?
Or, what happened to him in the court?

I had a clear conscience, so I answered frankly, "Your Highness, you will definitely be able to reach the other side, because the other side is your destination."

After saying that, I walked out with my head held high.

……

Yuanfeng 30 years, the third day of October.

The prince went to Mount Tai to worship heaven on behalf of the emperor, and I had three days of rest.

At night, the uninvited guest came again.

Sitting in front of me, still covering his face, revealing a pair of cold eyes, looking at me sinisterly.

I let him watch.

I let go of the chronic poisoning medicine, and I kept my word, and there was nothing to feel guilty about.

As for whether it's useful or not, that's not my concern.

He saw that my face was calm and I looked at him without blinking. He sat there for a while and then left.

As soon as he left, I realized that I was soaked in cold sweat.

I was still a little scared.

This world is really ridiculous. Good people should be afraid of bad people. Why?
……

Yuanfeng 30 years, the end of October.

The prince came back from Mount Tai. Although there was snow on his face, he was in high spirits.

Sacrifice to heaven on behalf of the emperor was something he had never done before in all his years as prince.

When I asked him for Ping'an pulse, I was thinking about what happened on the third day of October. I endured it for a while, but I still couldn't.

"Your Highness, the more good things are, the more careful you must be, otherwise it will be easy to become extremely happy and sad."

He looked at me slightly surprised, and after a while, he said, "Did Dr. Shen ever show a smile?"

"Have."

"when?"

"When the patient recovers."

"I recovered from the illness in September, and I haven't seen you smile."

"I hid my smile."

"Why?"

I looked into his eyes: "Because I am happy, but some people may not be happy."

His temples twitched, and his face darkened little by little, "The female doctor is right."

Whether I am right or not is not important;

What matters is whether you listened.

Zhao Lin, it’s not that easy to walk to the other side. There are mountains, water, and countless swords and swords between us.

So, please be careful no matter what!

(End of this chapter)