The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Xiao Zhenting clenched his teeth and said: "If you can cure the son's poison, I will spare your life!"

Old Cui was stunned for a long time before he realized that the "prince" he was talking about was his stepson Yan Jiuchao. Yes, this little trash was finally willing to accept the canonization as Prince Yan's prince. He really loved this stepson, for his stepson Even Wan Zhaoyi's revenge will not be avenged...

In just a moment, old Cui's head gathered his thoughts: "I once swore a poisonous oath that I would never use the Cui family's medical skills to practice medicine."

Ying Shisan cut it down with a sword: "Then you want to die!"

The blade touched Old Cui Tou's neck, and Old Cui Tou was terrified: "But... but but... I didn't finish my sentence!"

Ying Thirteen's sword barely stopped.

Old Cui squeezed his head in a cold sweat and said, "I only said you can't use it to practice medicine, I didn't say you can't teach it to others."

Everyone looked at him strangely.

He glanced at Yu Wan who was at the side: "You go to check the pulse and tell me the pulse."

Isn't it superfluous to take off your pants and fart?

Everyone glared at him, but in the end they didn't make things difficult for him anymore, leaving the decision to Yu Wan.

This is just a little trouble, as long as it can save Yan Jiuchao, Yu Wan doesn't mind.

On the way back to the room, Yu Wan told old Cuitou about Yan Jiuchao's passing of the poisonous curse in southern Xinjiang, since she wanted him to treat her illness, she had to tell him the truth about Yan Jiuchao's condition.

"You don't seem surprised, why? You know about Yan Jiuchao's poisoning curse?" Yu Wan looked at him.

He didn't know it at first, but he knew it when Yan Huaijing asked him to "sell" the Cui family's medical books to Yu Wan.

Old Cui cleared his throat: "At any rate, I have been with Concubine Xian, so I don't even know this little secret, do I?"

Yu Wan glanced at him, she didn't know whether she believed it or not, but Yu Wan didn't ask any more questions, and it didn't matter.

Yu Wan went back to the upper room, and took Yan Jiuchao's pulse again according to the method taught by old Cuitou. Some pulses were not recorded in medical books, and she couldn't tell what pulse it was, but she just told old Cui exactly what it was. head.

"Are his fingertips black or purple?"

"Purple."

"Yintang?"

"It's also purple."

People who are poisoned often have blackened Yintang and blackened nails. Obviously, those in Yan Jiuchao are not unusually poisonous.

There was a screen in front of Yan Jiuchao's bed, and old Cuitou was standing outside the screen. He asked, and Yu Wan answered, "Where did he ask Yu Wan to check, Yu Wan will check. After all, there is an extra procedure, why don't you go in person?" Diagnosis comes easily.

The three of Xiao Zhenting stood outside the door with solemn expressions.

Ying Liu scratched his head and muttered: "Isn't this Cui bothering you? Is this different from practicing medicine himself? Isn't it just an extra hand? But he is the one who prescribes the medicine for the diagnosis! Isn't this deceiving yourself?"

"I swore a poisonous oath, so I'm somewhat greedy for life and afraid of death." Ying Shisan said, his tone was rare gentle and patient.

"But isn't it afraid of misdiagnosis?" Ying Liu, who thought it was just an extra procedure earlier, began to doubt the feasibility of this method.

Ying Shisan said: "All the empresses in the former palace looked at illnesses like this."

In the previous dynasty, the defense between men and women was serious. The imperial physicians could not directly diagnose and treat the empress. The female doctors took the pulse on their behalf, and then reported to the imperial physician for a diagnosis. Of course, there would be misdiagnosis in this way. The better the medical skills of the female doctors, the lower the chance of misdiagnosis .

"If you press another inch below his navel, will he feel pain?"

Old Cui said.

Yu Wan pressed the button, Yan Jiuchao frowned uncomfortably even in his sleep.

"Yes." Yu Wan said.

Old Cui sighed: "I probably know what the poison is."

"What poison?" Xiao Zhenting asked.

Old Cuitou sighed, "Thyme."

The eyes of several men dimmed.

Ying Thirteen and Ying Liu have traveled the rivers and lakes for many years, and they have only heard a lot about the poison. This thyme is one of the three strange poisons in the world. Thyme does have a scent, but it's far less exaggerated than it is rumored to be, and somehow it is.

Old Cui said: "Thyme is made from more than a dozen rare flower poisons. I don't know exactly what flowers and how to prepare it. I only know that this poison is extremely fierce, and it is more difficult to detox than the southern Xinjiang poison."

When they heard that it was more difficult to decipher than the poisonous curse of Nanjiang, everyone's expression turned dark.

Old Cuitou continued: "According to his pulse condition, he should have been poisoned for many years. It stands to reason that this kind of poison would kill him soon, but the person who poisoned him should not know that he has the poisonous curse of Nanjiang in his body. The two kinds of poison restrain each other, but they live in peace."

Of course, this safe and sound relationship just means that Yan Jiuchao will not die immediately, but there is still poison flowing in his body, so Yan Jiuchao's health has not been very good, and he still needs to take detoxification pills every year.

Now that the poisonous spell in Nanjiang has been lifted, Thyme is no longer suppressed, and gradually bursts out.

"Why didn't I feel the pulse at first?" Yu Wan was puzzled.

Old Cuitou explained very patiently: "One is because there is still residual poison in his body, which suppresses the toxicity of thyme, and the other is that it takes ten days and half a month for thyme to explode."

Yu Wan only said that Yan Jiuchao was under the poisonous curse of Nanjiang, but didn't say who cast the poison on him. Old Cuitou knew that curiosity killed the cat. Since Yu Wan didn't say anything, he also wisely didn't ask, but Xiao Zhenting, Ying Shisan and Ying Liu all knew the inside story.

The poisonous curse in southern Xinjiang was given to Yan Jiuchao by the first emperor, so what about thyme?

It was impossible for the first emperor to give him two kinds of poisons that would kill him. It was really unnecessary to deal with a three or four year old child.

"Where is thyme poison? Who created it?" Yu Wan asked.

Old Cui shook his head: "Thyme is a poison from outside the territory. I don't know who created it, but it is said that it is very difficult to understand."

"It is said that the poisonous curse has no solution, but we have solved it, this is hard to solve..." Yu Wan's meaning was obvious.

But old Cuitou shook his head again: "You don't understand, there is no solution to poisonous curses is the Central Plains people's saying, as long as you find enough powerful Gu kings and Gu masters in southern border, you can have a way to return to heaven. For example, according to my knowledge You know, Nanzhao sacred objects will definitely be able to cure the poison of the curse. As for the thyme..."

When he said the previous sentence, Yu Wan almost thought that he guessed that the holy object was in her hands, but now his life is in their hands, so what if he guessed? Can you still give him a chance to poke it out?

Yu Wan was no longer here, and asked instead: "You just said that you have a way to solve it?"

Old Cuitou sighed: "I was only mentioned by my ancestors. No one has tried that recipe. I don't know if it will work."

"What prescription?" Xiao Zhenting and Yu Wan asked in unison.

Old Cuitou said thoughtfully: "Saint's blood, witch king's tears, fire ganoderma, snow toad."

What is this all about? Yu Wan had never heard of any of them.

"Have you heard of it?" Yu Wan looked at Xiao Zhenting and the others.

The three of them were all silent, but they had heard of Fire Ganoderma lucidum and Snow Toad - a kind of fiery red Ganoderma lucidum and a kind of toad that grows under the snow-capped mountains. The saint and the wizard are gone, where can I get their blood and tears? Most of this recipe is rumored in folk tales, and its credibility is not high.

"Where did you hear that?" Ying Thirteen asked.

Old Cuitou: "The tea house."

Shadow Thirteen: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Old Cui stroked his beard and said, "I haven't healed anyone for a long time, and my medical skills have been returned to my ancestors. Please trouble the shadow guards to go back to the village and bring me the books in the cellar. I'll see if there is any way to temporarily treat them." To alleviate the toxicity in your family's body."

It was about the crown prince, so Ying Shisan went without hesitation.

"Old man... go to have a rest first?" Old Cui asked cautiously.

"Zisu." Yu Wan called out to the door.

Zisu stepped inside and took Old Cuitou to the west chamber. He was a big man, and it was inconvenient for him to live in Qingfengyuan, but since he was treating the elder son, he couldn't stay too far away from the elder son.

Poria went to the small kitchen to boil water.

The servants of the Young Master's Mansion are very tight-lipped, but not everyone can know the secret of Yan Jiuchao. Except for Zisu and Fuling, others make Yu Wanping retreat.

Xiao Zhenting came to the bed.

The lights were dim.

The man as tall as a mountain seemed to have a slight hunchback in an instant.

Yu Wan opened her mouth.

Xiao Zhenting didn't look back, but heard her breathing: "I'll take a look at him, I'll leave in a while."

Yu Wan definitely didn't mean to drive him away: "Then I'll trouble you to take care of Yan Jiuchao, I'll go to the study."

Yu Wan didn't go to the study room to give them a chance to get along with their father and son. She did have something to ask Ying Liu.

"What do you know about the son being poisoned?"

Shadow Six is ​​in trouble.

If you want to say who did it... there are many people who want to do it, not to mention, just take the second generation ancestors in the capital who have been beaten by the young master, there is no one who doesn't want Yan Jiuchao to die early and be reborn early, but They have a heart but no guts.

Those who have a wicked heart and courage... Concubine Xu Xian is one of them, but Concubine Xu Xian knows that Yan Jiuchao has fallen under the poisonous curse of southern Xinjiang, so she doesn't need to add thyme to it.

Could it be the concubine of King Yan back then? Yu Wan thought.

Could it be Nanzhao's Little Empress Dowager? Ying Liu thought.

Both of them had speculations in their hearts, but neither of them said it out loud.

Ying Liu pondered and said: "It's not the first time for the young master to poison someone, but except for the first time, we all thought that no one succeeded. I really can't figure out how this thyme fell on the young master?"

Yu Wan thought for a while: "Could it be in Prince Yan's Mansion..."

Ying Liu shook his head: "Although I didn't come to the young master back then, I heard from Uncle Wan that when the king of Yan moved to Yancheng, the young master had already cast a poisonous curse on the first emperor, and the king and concubine Yan have been facing each other ever since. The young master has become more cautious in his diet and daily life, I think the chances of him succeeding in Yan City are not great."

Yu Wan pondered for a moment: "That is to say, it was poisoned in the capital."

Ying Liu nodded: "It may be before moving to Yancheng, or it may be when I return to Beijing to visit relatives every year."

Yu Wan also felt that it was more likely to succeed in the capital. She had no evidence, but she just had this intuition: "Old Cuitou said that it would take ten days and a half months for the poison to take hold. How many things have been eaten, how many hands have been passed through, and it is impossible to find out who did it. But no matter what, if you can coax Yan Jiuchao to eat it, you must be someone who can get close to Yan Jiuchao and will not let him eat it. Suspicious people."

Ying Liu was stunned: "Shi Zifei means an acquaintance?"

Yu Wan sighed: "Your family has such a bad temper, is he willing to eat food from strangers?"

This is true, for example, if the first emperor did not feed the poisonous curse himself, how could the young master eat it? Thinking of this, Ying Liu felt a little uncomfortable, the enemy's injury is not terrible, what is terrible is the knife of relatives, what is gouged out is not the flesh and blood, but the heart.

Old Cui thought of a prescription and taught it to Yu Wan. Yu Wan immediately asked Ying Liu to go to the pharmacy to get the medicine, boil it herself and bring it into the house.

Yan Jiuchao started to have a high fever half an hour ago, his face was flushed, and his small brows were frowned uncomfortably, like an aggrieved little fire boy.

Xiao Zhenting looked at him, his brows frowned, and Xiao Zhenting's face turned pale, like a beast that was frightened and helpless because of the illness of the cub.

Isn't it a beast?

When Yu Wan saw Shangguan Yan standing with him for the first time, Beauty and the Beast came to mind. The only difference was that Xiao Zhenting was not ugly, on the contrary, he was quite handsome, but his appearance was too fierce.

"Marshal Xiao." Yu Wan walked over gently, only to find that his whole body was soaked, and he didn't know whether it was from heat or fright.

"I, shall I?" Xiao Zhenting looked at the medicine bowl in her hand, and regretted it after finishing speaking, Cong'er hates him so much, how could such a thing be his turn...

"Thank you." Yu Wan handed the medicine bowl in front of him.

"Uh..." He froze for a moment, then took the medicine bowl in a daze, and because of his nervousness, his hands shook a bit, and he almost dropped the spoon.

Others have big hands, so this bowl of Yu Wan can only be held with two hands, but it is small in his bear's paw.

He picked up the spoon awkwardly, and asked nervously and awkwardly, "Yes, is that so?"

He didn't feed the baby.

Xiao Yan was already grown up when he was picked up, and he didn't need to feed him anymore. Besides, Xiao Yan was even more attached to Shangguan Yan. Shangguanyan took care of Xiao Yan meticulously in terms of basic necessities of life.

Yu Wan gave him an encouraging look.

Xiao Zhenting bit the bullet and finished feeding, he was a novice after all, he was very embarrassed, Yan Jiuchao, who was dizzy, was fed with his big spoon and rolled his eyes.

"That... that... I..." Xiao Zhenting scratched his head in embarrassment.

Yan Jiuchao glared at him resentfully, turned her face away angrily, and fell asleep.

Xiao Zhenting was extremely embarrassed.

Yu Wan shouldn't have laughed when her husband became sick like this, but Xiao Zhenting's appearance was really funny, and the supercilious look of her husband's eyes really touched her heart, and she never knew that Marshal Xiao, who raised his arms and shouted for thousands of troops, was in front of her husband He is so stupid, and he doesn't even know that his husband is so childish in front of Marshal Xiao.

Yu Wan took the medicine bowl with a smile: "Let me change clothes for my husband."

Xiao Zhenting wanted to say I'll come, but think about the strength of his hands that collapsed that day or forget it.

Yu Wan changed Yan Jiuchao into dry clothes.

Xiao Zhenting was waiting at the door.

Yu Wan said softly: "It's getting late, you can go to the wing to rest for a while."

Xiao Zhenting said: "No, your mother doesn't know that I'm gone. I shouldn't be suspicious when I wake up after a while. I want to hide Cong'er's condition from her for now."

Yu Wan nodded: "Alright."

Xiao Zhenting paused, and said, "I will find an antidote for Cong'er."

In the ends of the earth, as long as he is still alive, he will not give up the antidote.

It started to rain lightly in the middle of the night, and Yu Wan was a little concerned about her son in Lianhua Village, but there was nothing to worry about with her father and mother taking care of her. It was her husband, who suffered so many plots at a young age, and she always felt that she was living a difficult life, but Compared with him, the sufferings he had suffered were nothing worth mentioning.

Yan Jiuchao was sweating all over.

Yu Wan changed him into a dry thin shirt again, looked at him quietly for a while, and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, it will definitely be cured. After the poison is cured, I will give you life again." baby."

In his sleep, Yan Jiuchao's eyebrows twitched.

The corners of Yu Wan's lips curved slightly, she leaned over and kissed his forehead, opened his arms, got into his arms, embraced his strong waist and fell asleep sweetly.

When it was dawn, Yu Wan woke up, she was still sleeping in his arms, tightly hugging his waist.

The two have been married for so long, even though they have been extremely intimate, he still looks like a gentleman when he stands and sits, and he sleeps like a gentleman. Holding hands is the limit. It was because he was sick that she let her take advantage of others. a handful.

Yu Wan touched his forehead, and the fever subsided a lot.

Then he pinched his husband's tofu-like face.

Well, it feels so good.

"Elder Concubine."

Zisu heard the movement, and called softly outside the door.

"Come in." Yu Wan said.

Zisu brought hot water into the house.

Yu Wan landed on the ground lightly, dressed neatly and went to the ear room: "Your Majesty hasn't woken up yet, in a while..."

"Woke up." Zisu said.

Yu Wan was taken aback.

Fearing that Yan Jiuchao would wake up, Zisu said in a low voice: "Half an hour ago, Shizi woke up once, I went into the room and asked Shizi what he wanted, Shizi shook his head, and fell asleep again."

At that time, the concubine Shizi was sleeping like a piglet in the arms of the son, the son was probably afraid of disturbing the concubine Shizi, so even though his mouth was dry and he wanted to drink water, he endured it.