"It's hard for you." Perhaps it's rare that someone could say a few words in a well-behaved way, Musiqi's empty heart actually warmed up because of one sentence: "At a young age, he can see so clearly."

Doctor Lu took the initiative to reach out and picked up the medicine furnace for Musiqi, poured the thick and unknown thing inside into the bowl: "Master, stop saying that, I really want to destroy my disciple."

The word "clear" is used to describe sages, but people like him can not be used to put them on their heads at will.

Rather than being transparent, it is more appropriate to understand. But this is also due to the current situation. In the palace, whether it is a servant or a master, this principle must be understood.

"Go away quickly." Musiqi finally raised some strength. He comforted himself in his heart. The medicine did not work. Perhaps the treatment was not over, or perhaps it was just that Hua Jun's previous environment was too bad and he failed to make the medicine work as it should have.

It is too early to say whether it can work.

"Give me, let me." Several imperial physicians sat around Hua Jun's bed, staring at Hua Jun who was sleeping helplessly, and each of them sighed but sighed.

When Doctor Lu saw them like this, he became annoyed. Although the medicine bowl was placed on the tray, it could not burn him at all. Doctor Lu still shouted loudly: "Let's go, it will burn me to death."

When the imperial physicians saw Doctor Lu's intentionally exaggerated actions, they were afraid of burning themselves and gave him a way out. Seeing Musiqi behind him, the negative and bored mood also rose to a high point.

In front of Musiqi, he began to whisper in a low voice, saying that he was whispering, but the sound was so loud that it could be heard and was very noisy.

"You have never seen the prescription for this medicine. I heard it!" Doctor Lu is no more worried than Musiqi, and he is also tired of dealing with the words he deliberately targeted him.

As long as there was someone talking nonsense in front of him, Doctor Lu would fight to the end: "If the decoction temperature is not well controlled, the smell emitted will sniff through the nose, it will rot the tongue."

There was indeed a disgusting smell coming from the medicine furnace, and some imperial physicians had pinched their noses from the beginning.

But few people believe this: "Then you said so many things and sucked so much, why don't you have your tongue broken?"

But even casual and disorganized words, Doctor Lu did not intend to explain, throwing the tray hard on the table on the side of Hua Jun's bed. His dissatisfaction was overwhelming: "Some people are so mean, but if you don't have a bad tongue, can you be me?"

"Okay." Musiqi was not afraid of trouble. He could still withstand the rumors among his colleagues in the Imperial Hospital: "Let's say less. Hua Jun needs more rest."

Everyone was bored, but because they couldn't smell the strange smell of vomiting, they left one by one.

"Doctor Lu. Please help me get him up." Hua Jun's face was pale and weak, and he was completely different from the one who went to the prison to take the pulse a few days ago.

This made Musiqi more and more believe in the magic of the witch doctor's art and the thoughts that he could not touch were gradually deeply rooted in his mind.

In just a few days, besides the strong poison, Musqi has never seen anyone's condition spread so rapidly.

I don’t know how long I have been feeding a bowl of medicine, but fortunately Hua Jun, who was in a daze, cooperated very well in taking medicine. It was the only comfort that Musiqi could get.

"Master, why don't I stay here and go and sleep for a while?" Doctor Lu was not worried about his future. But he also knew whether Hua Jun could get better, and this had nothing to do with Mu Siqi alone.

If you want to say something, you can only say that Musiqi is not lucky. With so many imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital, I just came to Musiqi, which made him angry with white hair.

Doctor Lu shook his head, and there was more helplessness. The situation of their entire Imperial Hospital was already under collapse, but why were those people still fighting in the internal strife? When and what happened to make them tighten it?

Their behavior seems to be like the only one who is punished for Hua Jun's inability to save him. But at that time, can they rest assured?

Doctor Lu's heart chills, and his breath became heavier: "Sleep for a while, Hua Jun reacts and I'll call you again."

He was indeed exhausted. This time, Mo Siqi did not stubborn anymore. He just nodded and stood up with his palms on his knees: "I'll just rest next to him for a while. He responded and called me."

Musiqi just agreed to Doctor Lu to rest for a while, but Hua Jun's situation was so bad that he didn't dare to go far. After thinking about it, he found a place nearby and fell asleep.

Perhaps because of something in my heart, the sleepy sleepiness was particularly difficult. Musiqi stuck his head and finally managed to lose some consciousness.

But the next moment, a continuous cry came from my ears, and in a daze, it seemed to be the cry of Doctor Lu.

From being confused to being completely awake, Musiqi immediately woke up: "What's wrong? He woke up?"

Doctor Lu’s face finally stopped looking lifeless, and he nodded directly when he heard this: “He looks much better. Master, go and take a look.”

Musiqi stepped into Hua Jun's bed a few steps, and even tripped himself because of his erratic nervousness: "Hua Jun, how do you feel?"

He took medicine according to Hua Jun's prescription. He went to all the medicine shops in Kyoto City, but he also found Zhao Han, a former apprentice of Miaochuntang, and then found all these scattered things.

It's time to start the effect. With this idea in mind, Musiqi has been comforting himself like this for several days. He hopes that some good news will come, so as not to cause disaster to the entire Imperial Hospital.

Hua Jun pursed the corners of his lips, feeling a little crying: "Doctor Mo, you added coptis chinensis to the prescription without authorization." However, his body was so weak that it was difficult to express such an expression. His pale and chapped lips slightly opened, which made his smile look extremely bleak.

Even though the witch doctor is hateful, His Majesty even detained the entire Imperial Hospital for the sake of Hua Jun in front of him. But one thing is beyond doubt, that is, no matter what Hua Jun is, no matter what kind of experience he has carried. A master is a master. When he is terminally ill, he can still know what the ingredients in the medicine he takes.

Musiqi didn't match up, but just grabbed the man's wrist: "Don't talk first, I'll give you a pulse."

The reason why Mosiqi was so impatient was not only because he wanted to know what Hua Jun's current physical condition was. In addition, after Hua Jun woke up, his expression seemed to have improved a lot.
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