"Three, Hua said goodbye first." I wonder if it was to prevent the crowds of people, Hua Jun just came alone today.

Without Zhao Han, Hua Jun was also in agile steps with the medicine box on his back.

"Yue'er, Yujue, I've been out for a while." Mingye nodded and wanted to leave: "There is still something in the palace that needs to be dealt with."

"Your Majesty, I'll send you there." Ling Jue chased him out. He could see that His Majesty was coming here with full expectations, but he was ridiculed by a folk doctor like Hua Jun for no reason. If he could feel good in his heart, he would be a damn.

I was reluctant to speak before, just because Ling Yue was present.

"I have always treated virtuous and loyal ministers very well. Since I ascended the throne and became emperor, I have also been amnesty in the world and reduced the taxes by half." It turned out that I was so angry that I had nowhere to scatter: "This trip also means to appreciate Hua Jun and invite him to the Imperial Hospital. But I never thought that there are still people in the world who are not allowed to enter the country!"

"Hua Jun's temperament is strange and his behavior is suspicious." Ling Jue felt that Hua Jun's refutation of His Majesty's face on the spot today was not entirely a bad thing: "It's not good to go to the Imperial Hospital."

This matter was finally put on hold. In the days that followed, just as Ling Yue promised both parties, she neither met Hua Jun in private nor gave Ling Jue the chance to meet him again.

"Brother Jiang, this detoxification process may be a little painful. You should bear it." Finally, Hua Jun caught the right time.

Ling Jue was entangled in the study by Ling Yue, and Jiang Caiwei and Jiang Dasao were sent away by Hua Jun on the grounds that he needed help from anyone.

During these days when Hua Jun went to and from the Marquis of Pingyang, he was the closest person to him except Jiang Dasao and Jiang Caiwei.

But even so, Brother Jiang and Hua Jun could count the conversation between him and his wife.

Brother Jiang's lips turned white like paper, and the cracked lip lines were covered with the upper and lower lips. His terminal illness was obvious: "Doctor Hua, what do you mean? When did I get poisoned?"

Hua Jun is not a person from the court, and he is mixed with the factors such as the identity of a witch doctor. It is already thankful that he can have less resentment.

He tried his best to treat him, but just to make a living, he would not blame himself. He never thought of taking the opportunity to find out what he had.

However, since I have said this, if I really only stay at the level of keeping my duty, I seem to be sorry for his hard work over the past few days: "Detoxification, acute illness, and chronic diseases, accumulated in my body, will accumulate into toxins over time. Did Mr. Hua say that Brother Jiang, have you ever been poisoned?"

Originally, half of my body was thrown into the underworld. After such trouble, Brother Jiang's face suddenly became sweaty: "Yes, I'm too worried."

Whether it is too much or guilty, one look is often enough to reveal it.

When talking about the keywords such as detoxification and poisoning, Brother Jiang's body couldn't help but tremble. Among these abnormalities, what is particularly eye-catching is that Brother Jiang's eyes also evade.

I really had a ghost in my heart. Hua Jun pointed at the Baihui acupoint. He was clearly speaking in a warm voice, but for some reason he said something, he was covered with a cold and bone-wrenching chill: "If I were really not poisoned, then why would Brother Jiang be so ill?"

The coldness seemed to be spreading along the Baihui point to the chest and abdomen, and then the limbs and bones were wandering continuously.

Brother Jiang just thought that this was the secret he had kept for many years and was finally revealed. What he didn't know was that this unusual cool feeling was just using the witch doctor's technique to treat him.

The next moment, he was about to concentrate. After asking the last sentence, Hua Jun slowly closed his eyes: "The way of heaven is good. If someone in the world takes your life, why do you have to hide it for him!"

After many years of adventure, when he followed the witch doctor around, Hua Jun knew the saying that one reward would be rewarded and one life would be paid. Then the witch doctor suffered a complete disaster. He lived in Kyoto for a long time and understood the principles of Tzu Chi, a doctor.

Now, he has both the lasting rationality and principles that he had back then, and also the kindness and morality that he later became benevolent.

It is absolutely impossible for him to see a patient die in front of him because of his stubbornness.

Brother Jiang stammered and wanted to say something, but what followed was his whole body stiffening and his chest was frozen, and he couldn't even say a word.

He felt that his body suddenly became cold and his heart was burning. No matter how much he breathed, he could not relieve it.

I don’t know how long it took for such a difficult situation, but Brother Jiang fell asleep and fainted under such circumstances.

It was not until the tears as big as beans appeared on his forehead that Hua Jun's eyelashes trembled like wings and opened his eyes.

"Brother Jiang!" He called out to the other party softly, and saw that Brother Jiang did not respond, he walked to Brother Jiang.

A palm slapped Brother Jiang’s cheek: “What have you remembered?”

After sobering from a coma, Brother Jiang seemed to have experienced it in less than half an hour in this day.

Even though he couldn't come back to his senses for a moment, his body was indeed much lighter. It felt like a man who was trapped in the mud was suddenly carried by a strong arm or something, and broke away from the tightly entangled bond of the swamp.

"Brother Jiang, your poison is unusual. What happened?" Hua Jun asked again, but this time his tone was a little more determined than before. He seemed to never give up until he asked about the truth.

Brother Jiang was silent for a while, but instead answered the question that was not right, and even asked Hua Junlai: "Doctor Hua, has this poison been cured?"

If it weren't for being so heartbroken, if it weren't for being forced into a desperate situation, no one would want to survive.

Even though he was so unbearable in the past, Brother Jiang never felt slouching from the bottom of his heart.

He was not wrong, he just wanted to know the truth: "Then I'll tell the truth."

"How rare is this poison? You don't need to explain it in detail!" It turned out that the witch doctor's technique could only try to extend the five-year period, and it was a waste of time to turn things around.

"The poisoning has been too long, and the toxins penetrate deep into the internal organs. Even if the immortal is alive, he will not be able to save you."

Brother Jiang fell into silence again, until a long time ago. When Hua Jun felt that his patience was about to be exhausted, Brother Jiang finally couldn't speak up those things.

However, it was not the person who wanted to know the inside story. Hua Jun raised his hand and signaled the other party to stop: "At least five years, it depends on your luck. As for what you want to say, I think someone will be very happy to know."

He didn't care about the whole story of others' poisoning, nor did he want to cause trouble within the court.

Jiang Caiwei and Jiang Dasao returned together. When they saw Brother Jiang standing alone in front of the window, they couldn't help but startle the wooden barrel in their hands: "Brother! Why are you getting up? Lying back quickly!"
Chapter completed!