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Chapter One

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    On February 19th, the 35th year of Jinguanghua Period, spring was late and the plants and trees were luxuriant.

    Although Pingcheng is located on the southwest border, less than ten miles from the east gate is the winding Tuanshan Mountain with high mountains and deep fog, which is rich in tea and silk. It is only a hundred miles away from Yiyang, the prefecture capital, and there is the Xisha River in front of it to protect the waterway.  It can be said that both land and water are open, so the tea and silk trade are flourishing, which can be said to be prosperous in this borderland.

    At Chen time, the sky is bright.

    In a room in the backyard of "Jishitang", the largest medical center in Pingcheng, Gu Chun, who was disturbed by the knocking on the door and couldn't sleep, finally couldn't bear it, lifted the quilt, sat up, and got off the bed with a dull look on his face.  Walking to the window with stiff hands and feet.

    There is a desk under the closed carved window. The manuscripts she wrote all night are scattered on the table. A tea-white cloud silk robe is hung on the back of the chair in front of the desk.

    Knock knock, knock knock knock¡ª¡ª

    The knocking on the door, neither light nor heavy but extremely persistent, continues.

    Gu Chun squinted his sleepy eyes, took off the burqa from the back of the chair, put it on and tied it, then turned to answer the door.

    Fighting back the anger of getting out of bed, Gu Chun opened the door and looked expressionlessly at his senior brother Ye Shenghuai, who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed and a smile on his face, as handsome and free-spirited as an immortal.

    After the two stared at each other for a long time, Gu Chun slowly raised his hand and pointed at the black spots under his eyes, and said in a flat tone: "Ye Shenghuai, please look at my tired eyes, touch your conscience and say, are you still a human?"

    Ye Shenghuai smiled sincerely: "I can help you with a little favor"

    "I won't help. Get lost." Before he could finish his words, Gu Chun spoke out and refused categorically.

    She stayed up for six consecutive nights without sleeping at all. It was not until this morning that she finally finished polishing the manuscript of the latest storybook. She was woken up less than an hour after lying down. Her mood at this moment is self-evident.

    "I've helped my senior brother. I will be whatever you say I am, okay?" Seeing her, Ye Shenghuai was about to slam the door in her face, and quickly put his palm against the door. "When the time comes, if you want to say that I am a cat, I will meow."  Meow twice for you; if you say I am a dog, I will bark"

    She was speechless, but her other hand rudely grabbed her arm and dragged her out.

    Gu Chun's right arm was ripped off by him, and he had to hold on to the edge of the door panel with his left hand: "Ye Shenghuai, you are a ghost! You are a disgusting ghost who doesn't let people sleep! Die!"

    As he said that, he raised his legs to kick, but he was so sleepy that his hands and feet were not very flexible, so he was easily dodged by the opponent.

    Ye Shenghuai dodged her attack and used his backhand to pry open her fingers on the edge of the door panel one by one. The scene was very cruel.

    "What's the ghost's cry? Tell me, I'll call it to you"

    Gu Chun, who was dragged down the stone steps in front of the door inhumanely, struggled desperately, squatting on the ground, and refused to leave even if Ye Shenghuai tore off his hand.  "Tell me what it is first."

    Ye Shenghuai didn't dare to seriously tear off her hand. He could only stop and look at her condescendingly and said: "We admitted a patient three days ago. He had a long/gun penetrating wound on his left shoulder. He then rode on a horse with the injury."  Heading towards Pingcheng, it is said that he fell off his horse again on the way"

    Gu Chun blinked away the sleepy tears in his eyes and stood up slowly: "So, you put people to death?"

    "Bah, can you hope that I can be better?" Ye Shenghuai rolled his eyes and spat back, then said, "The man had been in a coma for the first three days, but everything was fine. But this morning he suddenly woke up and had a high fever again.  , but I don¡¯t know why I beat myself to death and refused to take any more medicine.¡±

    To be precise, he refused to let anyone get close to him. Even when he went in to check his pulse, he only said "get out".

    "Don't want to drink the medicine? Can't you just hold down and drink it for him?" Gu Chun yawned lazily and raised his hand to pluck the top of his hair.

    She spoke fiercely, but she couldn't hold back her naturally sweet voice. She was so sleepy that she sounded like a little baby trying to vent her anger.

    "His people are so arrogant. They said that if the fever cannot subside before sunset, they will tear down the sign of our Jishi Hall." Ye Shenghuai spread his hands and pouted. The patient refused to drink the medicine, and there was nothing he could do to rejuvenate him. "Besides,  It would be a bit rude if I were to hold the patient down and give him medicine."

    "It's rude of you to hold the patient down and give him medicine, but it's not rude for me to hold him down?" Gu Chun yawned and gave him a big eye roll, "Where is that guy?"

    She is a tyrant at home, but very protective of others. Just by saying "tear down the Jishi Hall sign", she will definitely overcome all difficulties and use all possible means to pour the medicine into the man's mouth.

    "The guest room in the west courtyard."

    The West Hospital is the area of ??Jishitang specially used to treat seriously ill patients.

    Ye Shenghuai thought for a moment, then stopped and was about to go.bsp;In this way, the man drank the entire bowl of soup under her coercion and coaxing, and only looked at her secretly with a scrutinizing gaze the whole time.

    Gu Chun turned a blind eye to his gaze, and casually wiped the medicine stains on his lips with his sleeve. He sighed with relief, took out a small box from the secret pocket on his waist, opened it, and picked up a ginseng candy.  Slap it into his mouth.

    The man whose acupuncture points were restrained, unable to move or speak, could only stare at her, and finally let the ginseng candy slowly melt on the tip of his tongue.

    Seeing that his resisting attitude had softened, Gu Chun raised his hand to tuck the long hair that was scattered around his cheeks behind his ears, and then pulled out the two silver needles, hiding a yawn and saying with a vague smile, "If you feel offended by me, please feel in your heart."  If you are angry, then just hold it in."

    She spoke arrogantly in a soft tone, and when she smiled, her eyebrows were narrowed, making her look like a face made out to coax a child, with a hint of sweetness that made people want to take a bite.

    Of course, she probably doesn¡¯t know it herself.

    "Who are you?"

    I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because of the high fever, but this man¡¯s deep voice has a bit of a rustle to it. It sounds really lingering with the aftertaste, like a vat of aged flower carvings, which can make people drunk.

    Gu Chun's sleepy smiling eyes suddenly brightened up. He raised his hand to rub his burning ears: "My name is Gu Chun."

    Seeing that he was trying to lie back down, Gu Chun leaned over to help him lie down.

    The man closed his eyes, turned his head inward, and said softly: "You have a wound on your neck."

    Huh?

    Gu Chun casually wiped a handful on his neck, and when he looked closely, there was indeed blood. He couldn't help but bared his teeth and made a face at the man who was lying in bed with his eyes closed. Finally, he vented his anger in a very light voice: "I don't understand the so-called doctor's parental heart."  Arguing with my son.

    The injured and exhausted patient on the bed closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, wishing he could not jump up and hit her.

    Although she didn¡¯t really say it out loud, he heard her clearly.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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