Chu Yi stood up gracefully, followed her like a shadow, and handed Xiao Shi the playbook that Gu Yanfei had read several times.

The two of them walked out of the private seats and walked to the next door, surrounded by idle clouds and wild cranes.

At the end of the corridor ahead, outside the dining room where Murong Yong and Duke Wei Guo were staying, there were crowds of people, with three floors inside and three floors outside. At a glance, they were all covered in black heads.

The onlookers pointed at the inside of the lounge and talked a lot. They could only watch and could not get closer because four yamen were guarding the door of the lounge with their swords sheathed.

Inside the lounge, the situation was miserable, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

The table, floor, and walls were all covered in blood.

Duke Wei leaned weakly on the back of the chair, his long attendant carefully supporting his upper body for fear that he would fall.

"..." Murong Yong's face didn't look good. He touched his face with a headache. The right side of his face was spattered by the blood spit out by Duke Wei. He looked extremely embarrassed.

Duke Wei was an important minister in the court, and when he was with him, he suddenly vomited blood. Even if he did nothing, others might speculate that he had done something wrong to Duke Wei.

Then he is simply unreasonable and can’t explain it!

Murong Yong frowned tightly, his eyes dark as if covered with a layer of dark clouds.

"Ugh!" Duke Wei vomited out another mouthful of blood from the corners of his lips. There was a lot of blood on his beard and chin. His face looked gray and his breath was very weak.

After vomiting several mouthfuls of blood, Duke Wei was so angry that he seemed to have lost half his life. Even his eyes were in a trance and could not find focus.

"Doctor, why hasn't the bleeding stopped yet?" Murong Yong asked hurriedly, unable to conceal his worry and anxiety.

The gray-haired old doctor withdrew the silver needle stuck in Duke Wei's arm and felt for Duke Wei's pulse again.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, frowned, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes. He shook his head and sighed: "Young Master, I'm afraid this person will die."

He had used silver needles to prick multiple hemostasis points on the patient's body, but instead of stopping the bleeding, the patient vomited blood even more violently.

"..." Murong Yong's face turned even more ugly.

The chief attendant of Duke Wei was at a loss and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves. His face was pale, and he glanced anxiously out of the window and said to himself: Counting the time, the coachman should have arrived at the Duke's residence. Madam should know about it, right?

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"Bah!" When Duke Wei heard that the Mongolian doctor actually cursed him to death, a surge of anger rose in his chest, and he shouted, "You quack doctor..."

He wanted to say, you quack, how dare you curse me!

However, before he finished speaking, his chest rose and fell violently again, his face changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth again.

"Master Guo!" Chang Sui shouted worriedly, his face was even paler than Duke Wei, and his fingers were trembling.

Hearing Chang Sui's shout, the old doctor who was already uneasy became more panicked and his pupils shrank.

The three words "Guo Gongye" mean that the patient's identity is that of a dignified Guo Gong, which is not something that an ordinary doctor can offend.

The expressions on the officials' faces outside were also subtle, and they secretly exchanged glances.

At this moment, I almost regretted why they were wading into this muddy water.

In this restless atmosphere, Chu Yi and Gu Yanfei walked slowly outside the private seats.

The two of them walked side by side, one in white clothes, the other in black clothes, one gentle and the other free and easy. Both of them were handsome and graceful, making this depressing corridor seem to brighten up.

The onlookers in the corridor couldn't help but move aside to make way for them.

Seeing that someone else was coming, the officials guarding the door of the dining hall couldn't help but frown, wanting to drive the person away.

"go……"

The squad leader raised the scabbard of his sword, but after uttering a single word, he fell silent again, and his eyes fell on Chu Yi.

The young man in front of him is not as good as a weak crown, and he is dressed plainly in white, but the jade belt decorated with white jade with carved deer patterns around his waist is extraordinary at first glance. Looking at his handsome face, he has a graceful smile, and his every move shows a kind of beauty.

Elegant yet dignified.

The squad leader has also met countless noble people in this huge capital city. It feels like the prince and the fourth-grade guerrilla general inside seem to be transformed into green leaves compared with the young master in front of him.

Alarm bells rang loudly in the squad leader's heart. The capital was full of nobles, and he was not sure which prince or heir apparent this one was in front of him.

He retreated silently, winked at the other officials, and let Chu Yi and Gu Yanfei enter the private seats.

The two big men walked into the dining room openly and openly. Of course, it was impossible for Duke Wei and Murong Yong inside to not notice them.

Murong Yong was not qualified to go to court and had never met the eldest prince, but Wei Shen, the Duke of Wei, naturally knew him.

Duke Wei's blood-stained lips were slightly open, trying to say that he was inconvenient to salute now, but he was too weak to lift it up with difficulty, and then heard Chu Yi say with concern: "Uncle, don't move."

"My friends and I came here to listen to a play. When we heard the commotion here, we came over to take a look..."

"My friend is proficient in medical skills. Let her show it to 'uncle'."

"Uncle" is a general term. When Murong Yong heard this strange young man in white calling him this, he thought he was a relative of Duke Wei, or a junior member of one of Duke Wei's family members.

Duke Wei weakly turned his head to look at Gu Yanfei. When he saw this skinny, fair and elegant young man, he was at most fourteen or fifteen years old. Eight words immediately came to his mind: hairless mouth, weak at work.

Gu Yanfei stood next to Chu Yi, looked closely at Duke Wei, and said bluntly: "You must have been injured when you were young."

Her words were not a question, but an assertion.

The girl's voice was clear and clear with a hint of crispness, which aroused the astonishment of everyone inside and outside the seating area, with subtle expressions.

Duke Wei was startled, and looked at Gu Yanfei again. He saw that she had no Adam's apple, a soft face, and a thin figure. He had a rough idea: His Highness the Prince's "friend" turned out to be a girl.

It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman. In this Jing Dynasty, who doesn't know that Wei Shen has been on the battlefield for decades, and there is no general who has not been injured!

Duke Wei curled his lips in disapproval, coughed twice with a pale face, and his body trembled like chaff.

Gu Yanfei didn't seem to notice his contemptuous expression. She walked towards him with her hands behind her back and continued unhurriedly: "It should be an arrow wound. The arrow entered the lower abdomen and penetrated the pelvis, which almost killed you."

Gu Yanfei's expression showed neither fear nor pity for the superior, as if he was facing an ordinary ordinary person.

The identity and status of Duke Wei were unattainable to others, but to her, he was just one of the many living beings.

"..." Wei Guogong's cloudy pupils shrank slightly with each word, and his eyes widened.

Even Murong Yong could tell that this girl must have been right.

Duke Wei wanted to say something again, but when the words reached his lips, he felt an overwhelming pain in his body, his throat was salty, and a mouthful of blood was about to come out.

He quickly shut his mouth and could only nod stiffly.

This simple action seemed to cost him half his life. His breath stopped and became weaker.

Gu Yanfei said again: "You have a recurrence of an old disease."

Hearing this, Murong Yong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself: If Duke Wei Guo has a recurrence of his old injury, it has nothing to do with him.

Duke Wei looked at Gu Yanfei in surprise and uncertainty.

His old injury was sustained more than 20 years ago, leaving an arrow scar on his abdomen. In recent years, as he got older, his belly became a little bigger, but he had no other serious discomfort.

Gu Yanfei flicked her sleeves, and everyone only saw her wide sleeves brushing against Duke Wei's wrist, and her two fingers seemed to be pressing on his pulse, but they didn't seem to touch it at all.

With a flash of black sleeves, she retracted her hand leisurely, smiled faintly, and asked Duke Wei several questions in succession:

"Do you often experience nausea, bloating, or abdominal pain after eating?"

"Is there a dull pain in the abdomen at first, and then it turns into a dull pain?"

"Do you occasionally have blood in your stool?"

After several questions were asked, Duke Wei's face turned pale, shocked and embarrassed.

This girl is right. In the past, he only thought that he was like this because he was old and had bad gastrointestinal problems. The imperial doctor and famous doctors in Beijing also said so. How could Duke Wei have thought that this was the same thing as him so many years ago?

related to old wounds.

Gu Yanfei calmed down Duke Wei with just a few words.

At this time, when he looked at Gu Yanfei again, his eyes had undergone earth-shaking changes.

From contempt to shock, then to surprise, and now to conviction.

This girl has such abilities at such a young age. She is absolutely extraordinary. Could she be a miracle doctor specially found by the eldest prince to treat the emperor?! Duke Wei Guo secretly guessed in his heart.

Thinking about it, Duke Wei's breathing quickened slightly. He endured the severe pain and discomfort and looked at Chu Yi with difficulty, his eyes deep.

The emperor is weak and has not stopped taking decoctions in these years. Since he ascended the throne at the beginning of the year, he has been busy with government affairs. The Yangxin Hall and Dongnuan Pavilion have also announced imperial doctors from time to time, but the imperial doctors in the palace can only prescribe safe prescriptions, which is not enough.

"Can it be cured?" Chu Yi's gentle and elegant voice came slowly.

Gu Yanfei didn't answer directly, but said calmly: "I have to do some fortune-telling first." He looked leisurely.

"..." Xiao Shi inexplicably heard the meaning of singing and matching in this simple conversation.

Obviously he, the young master, and Miss Gu are all in the same group, but Xiao Shi often feels that he is being squeezed out.

Listening to Gu Yanfei's fortune-telling, Wei Guogong, Murong Yong and others couldn't help but be startled, and suddenly realized, they thought: Could she be a Taoist priest of Huoju?

Because Emperor Taizu valued Tiangang Zhenren and made Taoism the state religion, Taoist priests in the Jing Dynasty had a high status and Taoist medicine was popular. This fire-resident Taoist priest is different from those Taoist monks who practice in Taoist temples. They are Taoist priests who do not become monks and can also get married.

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Gu Yanfei took out the compass she had made with her own hands from her sleeve, placed it in the palm of her hand, and gently turned the magnetic needle towards the sun outside the window.

The magnetic needle spun quickly, then stopped again.

She said softly: "The Duke of the country counted the Zhen hexagram and found six or five lines, which is the Li hexagram. His tears are like tears and his sighs are like..."

Xiao Shi pretended to listen attentively, but he didn't understand anything Gu Yanfei said.
Chapter completed!