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

The two walked out of the private seat and walked to the next door, a group of idle clouds and wild cranes.

At the end of the front corridor, outside the private seat of Murong Yong and Wei Guogong, there are people surrounded, three floors inside and three floors outside, at a glance, they are all black heads.

Those onlookers pointed at the interior of the private seat and talked a lot. They could only watch and couldn't continue to approach, because the four servants were guarding the door of the private seat with scabbards.

In the private seat, there was a panic, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The table, the floor, and the walls were all covered with blood.

Duke Wei leaned weakly on the back of the chair, and his long attendants carefully supported his upper body, for fear that he might fall down.

"..." Murong Yong's complexion was not very good-looking, he touched his face with a headache, the right cheek was spattered by the blood spattered by Duke Wei, and he looked extremely distressed.

Wei Guogong is an important minister in the court, and when he was with him, he suddenly vomited blood. Even if he didn't do anything, there might be others guessing that he had done something wrong to Wei Guogong.

Then he is simply unreasonable!

Murong Yong frowned tightly, his eyes were dark as if covered with a cloud.

"Ouch!" Wei Guogong vomited another mouthful of blood from the corner of his lips, a lot of blood was stained on his beard and chin, his face was gray and his breath was very weak.

After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood in a row, Wei Guogong was already so angry that he seemed to have lost his life. Even his eyes were a little dazed and he couldn't find the focus.

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

The gray-haired old doctor withdrew the silver needle that was stuck on Wei Guogong's arm, and probed Wei Guogong's pulse again.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, his brows were tightly wrinkled, and the corners of his eyes were filled with wrinkles. He shook his head and sighed: "Young master, I'm afraid this person will die."

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

"..." Murong Yong's expression became even uglier.

Wei Guogong's chief attendant wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff at a loss, his face was pale, he looked out the window anxiously, and said to himself: "If you calculate the time, the coachman should have arrived at the Duke's mansion. Madam should know about it." .

"Bah!" Hearing that the Mongolian doctor cursed him to death, Wei Guogong shouted with anger rising from his chest, "You quack doctor..."

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

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

"Master Guo!" Chang Sui yelled worriedly, his face paler than Duke Wei's, his fingers trembling.

Hearing the chief follower's shout, the already uneasy old doctor became more and more panicked, and his pupils shrank.

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

The faces of the servants guarding the outside were also subtle, and they secretly exchanged glances.

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

In this restless atmosphere, Chu Yi and Gu Yanfei walked out of the private seat unhurriedly.

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

The onlookers in the corridor couldn't help but retreat to the two sides, making way for them.

Seeing someone coming again, the servants guarding the door of the Yazuo couldn't help frowning, and wanted to drive him away.

"go……"

The team leader put the scabbard across the side, but he only uttered a word when he was kicked out, and then fell silent, his eyes fell on Chu Yi.

The young man in front of him is not as good as the weak crown, he is dressed in plain white clothes, but the jade belt with the deer-carved white jade around his waist is extraordinary at first glance, and he has a graceful smile on his handsome face, and his gestures show a kind of Elegant yet luxurious.

The leader of the squad has also met countless nobles in this huge capital city. Compared with the young man in front of him, the Duke of the State and the fourth-rank guerrilla general inside seem to be set off like green leaves.

The team leader's heart was full of alarm bells, there were nobles everywhere in the capital, and he might not know which mansion's prince or eldest son this one is.

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

The two big living people walked into the private seat so openly, and of course Duke Wei and Murong Yong inside couldn't fail to notice.

Murong Yong is not qualified to go to court, and has never met the First Prince, but Wei Shen, the Duke of Wei, naturally knows him.

Wei Guogong opened his blood-stained lips slightly, wanting to say that it is inconvenient for him to salute now, but he was too weak, so he raised it with difficulty, and heard Chu Yi say with concern: "Uncle, don't move."

"I came here with my friends to listen to the play, and when I heard the movement here, I came to have a look..."

"My friend is proficient in medical skills, let her show 'uncle'."

"Uncle" is a general term, when Murong Yong heard this strange young man in white call him that, he only thought that the other party was a relative of the Duke of Wei's mansion, or a junior in the family of a family friend of the Duke of Wei.

Wei Guogong weakly turned his head to look at Gu Yanfei, seeing this skinny, fair and refined young man at most fourteen or fifteen years old, eight words immediately appeared in his mind: no hair on the mouth, not doing things well.

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

Her words were not inquiries, but assertions.

The girl's voice was clear and crisp, which caused everyone inside and outside the private seat to be stunned, with subtle expressions.

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

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

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

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

Gu Yanfei's expression neither saw the fear of the superior, nor the pity for him, as if he was facing an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

Wei Guogong's identity and status are unattainable to others, but to her, he is just one of the crowd.

"..." Wei Guogong's muddy pupils shrank slightly following the words and sentences, and his eyes opened wide.

Even Murong Yong could tell that this girl must be right.

Duke Wei wanted to say something again, but when the words came to his lips, he felt another burst of severe 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 kill him half his life, his breathing stopped and became weaker.

Gu Yanfei said again: "You are now suffering from a relapse of an old disease."

Hearing this, Murong Yong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking: If Duke Wei's old injury recurs, then it has nothing to do with him.

Duke Wei looked at Gu Yanfei in surprise.

His old injury was suffered more than 20 years ago, leaving an arrow scar on his abdomen. Over the years, he has grown older and his stomach has become a little bigger, but there is no other serious discomfort.

Gu Yanfei flicked her sleeve lightly, and everyone saw her wide cuff brushing Wei Guogong's wrist, and her two fingers seemed to press on his veins, but they didn't seem to touch at all.

With a flicker of black sleeves, her hand had been withdrawn leisurely, she smiled lightly, and asked Duke Wei a few more questions:

"Do you often have nausea, bloating, and abdominal pain after eating?"

"Is there a dull pain in the abdomen at first, and later, it becomes a dull pain?"

"Is there occasional blood in the stool?"

After asking a few questions, Wei Gongguo turned pale, shocked and embarrassed.

This girl is right. In the past, he only thought that it was because he was old and had a bad stomach. The imperial physician and the famous doctor in Beijing also said the same thing. How could the Duke of Wei think that this was the same as him so many years ago? related to old injuries.

Gu Yanfei calmed Wei Guogong with just a few words.

At this time, when he looked at Gu Yanfei again, his eyes changed drastically.

From contempt to shock, in the middle turned to surprise, and then to the moment of conviction.

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

Thinking about it, Wei Guogong's breathing was slightly short, and he endured the severe pain and discomfort, and looked at Chu Yi with difficulty, his eyes were deep.

The emperor was weak, and he hadn't cut off the decoction these years. Since he ascended the throne at the beginning of the year, he had been busy with government affairs, and the Hall of Mental Cultivation and Dongnuange also promoted imperial physicians from time to time, but the imperial physicians in the palace could only prescribe safe prescriptions, which was nothing but merit.

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

Gu Yanfei didn't answer directly, but said flatly: "I have to do the math first." He was very relaxed.

"..." Xiaoshi inexplicably heard the meaning of singing and singing in this simple conversation.

Obviously he, the son and Miss Gu are all in the same group, but Xiao Shi often feels that he is excluded.

Hearing Gu Yanfei's fortune-telling, Wei Guogong, Murong Yong and the others couldn't help but startled, suddenly realized, and thought: Is she not the Huoju Taoist priest?

Because the Emperor Taizu valued the real Tiangang and made Taoism the state religion, the Taoist priests in the Dajing Dynasty had a high status and Taoist medicine prevailed. This Huoju Taoist priest is different from those Taoist monks who practice as monks in Taoist temples. Taoist priests who do not leave home can also get married.

Gu Yanfei took out the compass she made by herself from her sleeve, put it in the palm of her hand, and lightly flicked the magnetic needle towards the sun outside the window.

The magnetic needle spins for a while, then stops again.

She said softly: "Duke Zhen's hexagram occupies six or five lines, which is the hexagram of Li, and the tears are like tears, and Qi is like..."

Xiao Shi pretended to be listening intently, but he didn't understand what Gu Yanfei said.

Duke Wei's Chang Sui was very anxious, and quickly asked Gu Yanfei: "Young Master, can the Duke be saved?"