Chapter 132 Three Men
Zhao Yungui is actually different from Pei Du.
Pei Du has integrity, but Zhao Yun returns without restraint.
He doesn't care much about using threats or even warnings to achieve his goals. To him, this is not a big deal.
Although the world said that he was a compassionate and merciful national master, he actually knew that he was not very patient.
It is true that he is not as capable as Pei Du, who can peel off the cocoon. In order to clear her name, he will show off and refuse to let her get even the slightest bit of dirt.
——Zhao Yungui’s method of doing things is much simpler.
As long as the problem is solved, he doesn't really care, even if it involves some unsightly rectification.
In this regard, Pei Du was different from him.
He rarely uses threats to achieve his goals.
It's not that it can't be done, it's just that it's a little less convincing, which will ultimately make Jiang Jinshuang unconvincing.
Zhao Yungui just wanted to solve her dilemma and problems.
But Pei Du...
I don't know if it was his illusion, but he seemed to want to clear her name and reputation at every step, to convince others with every step, and to stand willingly on Jiang Jinshuang's side.
——He seems to be committed to paving a way for her and planning a situation.
When coming out of the main hall, Zhao Yun returned to Pei Du's Zen room.
Although it was said just now in front of the Queen Mother and Xia Yurong that Chief Pei was in danger, the line between life and death was a bit exaggerated.
But in fact, Pei Du's injury is indeed not optimistic.
The last arrow wound penetrated his entire shoulder blade, and it had only healed for two days. Today, the water jet landed on the shoulder on his back again.
When he arrived at the Zen room, Jingmo also came from the capital after hearing the news and was giving Pei Du some medicine.
Pei Du had a high fever and was not conscious enough.
Jing Mo also called a few imperial doctors when he came, but the journey was far away. He rushed over quickly with some medicine, while the doctors were still on the way.
"How's it going?"
Zhao Yungui took a few steps forward and asked softly.
Jingmo cupped his hands towards Zhao Yungui and frowned: "Master Huiguo, your fever has not gone away even after taking decoction. I am a little worried..."
Zhao Yungui's medical skills are only superficial, and the wound on Pei Du's shoulder seems to have a serious tendency to crack, which is not optimistic.
Huguo Temple is located on the top of a mountain. Except for some barefoot doctors, there are no emergency doctors around.
If his high fever still can't come down today, he will have to find another way.
"Tuk tuk——"
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a calm knock on the door.
Jingmo and Zhao Yungui looked at each other.
Frowning slightly, Jingmo walked to the door: "Who?"
Outside the door, a male voice said lazily and casually: "He Weijing."
In an instant, Jingmo's eyes lit up and he immediately opened the door!
He Weijing was dressed in black Luo Yi, his hair was tied up with a bamboo hairpin, and his body was permeated with a hint of medicinal fragrance.
The evening clouds gradually recede in the sky, and the sky becomes pale and glazed.
Reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, He Weijing stood outside the door with a cold expression.
"Mr. He! You're actually here!" Jingmo was overjoyed and hurriedly clasped his fists in greeting, "Please, Mr. He, please save my family!"
He Weijing said nothing.
He stepped into the entrance hall.
At a glance, he saw Zhao Yungui standing beside him in the room.
I don’t know him, I haven’t seen him before.
Zhao Yungui never saw He Weijing, but nodded slightly as a greeting.
He Weijing said nothing, walked to the bed and checked Pei Du's pulse.
He frowned slightly and looked at Jingmo unhappily: "I should have come later."
Jingmo blinked: "Is it because your illness is not serious?"
"No, if you come later, you can collect the body directly for your family, without me."
Jingmo was shocked and didn't dare to say anything.
Somewhat tricky. It's not because he's not good at medical skills.
It's just that he had old poison in his body a few years ago. This poison has been around for a long time. He prescribed a prescription for him to keep him healthy, and he would be able to get rid of it in three or two months.
I just never thought that old wounds would become new wounds.
The decoction Pei Du is taking now is already very strong. If more is added, it may bring back old poisons.
The prescription he originally prescribed could subtly clear away the old poison, but now it would bring back the old poison and make him suffer for several days.
So it's a little tricky.
"Mr. He...is it troublesome?" Jingmo asked cautiously.
"That's not serious at all," He Weijing stood up and began to prescribe medicine for Jingmo, "it's just that the medicine is a bit strong, and your family will suffer a little."
He prescribed this medicine. Pei Du should not be having a good time these days, but as long as he survives these days, the old poison in his body will be completely cleared.
Originally, his previous prescription was intended to be gradual and painless, but the treatment time was just a little longer.
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Now that he was injured again, the old poison in his body could no longer remain.
It's time to take strong medicine.
"Excuse me, Mr. He!"
Jingmo was not a ungrateful person, so he hurriedly clasped his fists in thanks.
He Weijing was lying in front of the desk, writing a prescription.
I remember when he was hiding from the world, how many people asked him for his prescription, wishing they could exchange it for a thousand dollars.
Now that I have only been in the capital for a short period of time, I have seen more diseases than in previous years.
"Hmph, thank you to Jiang Jinshuang. Your Highness the Princess regards me as her own physician."
I also have to run errands for her.
If it were in the past, who wouldn't have kowtowed three times and begged him to cure his illness?
There was a bit of complaint in these words, but Zhao Yungui on the side could hear a bit of connivance in this complaint.
——This doctor is indulging Jiang Jinshuang.
It was a very familiar kind of indulgence, as if the two of them were intimately connected and had no suspicion at all.
His cold eyes fell on He Weijing.
After writing the prescription, He Weijing handed the paper to Jing Mo.
"I'll give him a fever first, and I'll give him this prescription when I get home tomorrow."
Jingmo took the prescription respectfully and was a little confused: "This...can't the decoction be boiled now for adults to take?"
"Your elder may be in unbearable pain for a few days after taking the decoction. I added a small amount of analgesic hallucinogens to the prescription. It is not convenient for him to take it here. Take him back to the capital as soon as possible."
When Jing Mo heard this, he said nothing more and immediately started packing his things, preparing to take Pei Du back to Beijing first.
He Weijing packed up the medicine box and just walked out of the meditation room.
Behind him, a cold and indifferent voice came.
"Hello, sir?"
He Weijing turned around.
It's Zhao Yungui.
Zhao Yungui nodded slightly, as if he finally knew who the person in front of him was: "You are a contemporary medical saint, Mr. Jinghe?"
He Weijing raised his eyebrows and looked Zhao Yungui up and down: "Ah, you are... the national master who just spoke to Jiang Jinshuang?"
Jiang Jinshuang.
He called her that without hesitation, both by her first name and her surname.
Zhao Yungui frowned slightly and then unfolded it very quickly.
He Weijing has always been proud of himself, but he nodded slightly towards Zhao Yungui as a gesture of thanks: "Thank you so much for your help today. If the Imperial Master is poisoned, injured, plagued, or about to die, you can send someone to congratulate him." Some, count it as a thank you gift from the Imperial Master for saving her.”
A promise from a medical sage can never be exchanged for ten thousand dollars.
——It’s just that this “promise” doesn’t quite ring true.
Zhao Yungui stared for a moment: "Then I would like to thank Mr. He first."
After a pause, Zhao Yungui spoke again, slowly: "Mr. He has lived in seclusion all year round and has not been able to escape from the world. Now he comes to the capital for His Highness?"