Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 235 Death, resurrection
Xin Yi stood there in a daze, looking at the burly man with disheveled hair exuding a hint of "bad luck" in front of him, unable to describe his inner feelings for a moment, he just looked at Fu Jiuqu in a daze.

Fu Jiuqu didn't move at all, as if he stood there stiffly like a sculpture.

On the contrary, Zhang Xun was the most comfortable and happy, with a smile on his face, but due to the poison, he seemed to have a lot of effort to squeeze out a word from his throat.

"Chonglou... How are you..."

"Okay. I'm fine." Fu Jiuqu finally walked to Zhang Xun's bed, looked down at him, and then patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"You're finally back. We all thought you..."

"Think I'm dead?" Zhang Xun's voice was hoarse, but he could hear a hint of a smile.

Probably because he was so happy to see Fu Jiuqu, Zhang Xun forgot about the pain on his body, and was about to sit up while holding Fu Jiuqu's hand, and the thin blanket on his body slid down with the movement, revealing his naked skin .

Zhang Xun was startled in embarrassment.

Xin Yi was silent.

Fu Jiuqu glanced at Xin Yi, swallowed the words again, pulled the blanket up and put it on Zhang Xun, and asked her with downcast eyes.

"How is Xingyuan's condition?"

"Huh?" Xin Yi was stunned for a moment before recovering, realizing that Fu Jiuqu was talking to him.

She looked into Fu Jiuqu's deep eyes, and said simply: "The preliminary judgment is metal poisoning. I have induced vomiting and treated him. Since he can wake up, as long as he is treated properly, he should not die..."

"Metal poisoning? What metal?"

Xin Yi said: "There are some mineral Chinese medicinal materials that contain metal elements. I can't determine what it is. Because several metals will have similar symptoms."

Zhang Xun pursed his lips tightly.

He was also looking at Xin Yi.

This strange, yet somewhat familiar little woman.

"Chonglou, she is..."

After Xin Yi didn't know Zhang Xun, Zhang Xun didn't dare to recognize Xin Yi.

The two people have been separated for too long, and they have changed a lot, so Fu Jiuqu didn't have the slightest doubt.

But he couldn't say that little sister-in-law.

"Miss Zhang."

The four words faint seem to contain some deep meaning, and it seems that they just pass by lightly.

Xin Yi glanced at him, but said nothing.

Zhang Xun also didn't care about Fu Jiuqu's title.

Because all his nerves were shocked by the fact that the woman in front of him was Miss Zhang—his wife.

Like a heavy hammer, it caught off guard and hit his heart hard.

When he was in a coma, he was not unconscious at all. The woman who pulled him out of the latrine, cut off his clothes, fed him medicine, and gave him needles... In his trance consciousness, she was as beautiful as a peach or plum. ,beautiful as godness.

That's no mortal, that's a fairy.

How could it be his wife who is so stupid and stupid as a pig?

"She saved me?" Zhang Xun was so shocked that he couldn't believe it, and asked Fu Jiuqu again to confirm.

"Yeah." Fu Jiuqu nodded, with the corners of his mouth slightly pursed, "Fortunately, you met her."

Zhang Xun groaned, and after learning that it was Miss Zhang who saved him, his gratitude faded a little.

A person's inherent impression is difficult to change.

Even if Xin Yi has become better-looking, Zhang Xun is still the old man from yesterday.

"Get out! I have something to tell Chong Lou."

He turned his head to look at Xin Yi, his tone was blunt and indifferent, and he was clearly not treating a lifesaver, but his abandoned wife.

Habits are a terrible thing indeed.

Seeing Fu Jiuqu's frown, Xin Yi suddenly smiled.

"This is my pharmacy. If you want to go out, you should go out."

Zhang Xun frowned, and opened his mouth to say something to her, but before he could say anything, he couldn't help coughing, his face turned pale, as if he couldn't breathe, and he would die at any moment...

Fu Jiuqu looked at Xin Yi, "Go out first, I'll tell him."

Xin Yi leaned towards him, but Fu Jiuqu didn't avoid him. Through the dim light in the room, Xin Yi saw his slightly furrowed brows, and his tired expression, which was the same as when he just came in. It's already a different person.

Talk about embarrassment and entanglement.

Fu Jiuqu must be better than her.

After all, her soul is no longer Miss Zhang. Even this physical body was separated from the Zhang family from the moment Liu Shi persecuted her.

She has no moral burden, but Fu Jiuqu does.

"Okay." Xin Yi slanted his brows slightly, and smiled at him, "I'll save face for you. Forgive him for coming back just now and not knowing the situation."

After all, she turned around and went out without looking back, not to mention that face and that person, even her walking posture and expression were quite different from usual.

Zhang Xun looked at her back inquiringly, and asked Fu Jiuqu in a low voice, "Is she really my ugly wife?"

Obviously, he still couldn't accept Miss Zhang's change.

Fu Jiuqu hummed, not wanting to discuss this issue, and sat down gently on the stool beside his bed.

"Where have you been these days? Since you are not dead, why don't you send a letter back?"

Zhang Xun faced him alone, and his nerves cooled down from the excitement of meeting him suddenly. Only then did he realize that Fu Jiuqu's brows were tightly frowned, and he didn't seem so happy about his sudden return...

Zhang Xun hesitated for a moment.

"Did something happen? Why... don't you look happy?"

"No." Fu Jiuqu pinched the center of his brows, feeling a dull pain in his head, and his whole body was in a state of numbness, it was difficult to concentrate on talking to Zhang Xun, and only Xin Yi's face repeatedly appeared in his mind.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Zhang Xun knew that he had a headache before, so he didn't ask any more questions, but explained his whereabouts in the past few months.

"Nong Zhigao has long wanted to raise troops. While showing his favor to the court and asking for submission, he secretly recruited troops and went against the law..."

Zhang Xun spoke with difficulty, gasping for breath as he spoke.

Fu Jiuqu looked sideways at the emerald green cups, raised his sleeves slightly, and handed them to him.

Zhang Xun thanked him, and sighed lightly, "That night, my brothers and I got the news that we went deep into Guangyuan to investigate, and met the barbarians under the hands of Master Nongzhi. Arriving at Yujiang, a few brothers... Most of them died at the hands of barbarians, and I was also seriously injured, but I didn't want to be a hostage, so I jumped into Yujiang in a hurry..."

Fu Jiuqu's eyes fell on his face, but he didn't interrupt.

Zhang Xun took a deep breath, and said again: "It is also my life that should not die. I was rescued by the prince of Dali. He brought me back to Dali. For a long time, I was groggy and on the verge of death. I don't know where I am, I dare not reveal my identity, and I have no way to report to the court..."

After a pause, he asked hoarsely, "Chonglou, what happened to the brothers who were with me?"

Fu Jiuqu said softly, "They all died for the country."

Zhang Xun clenched his fists, "Nong Zhigao, dog day, when I get better, I will go to crusade in person..."

Fu Jiuqu looked at him reassuringly, and then asked: "Yesterday, the Imperial City Secretary reported that the princes of Dali and his party were assassinated in Bianhe. Did you come back with them?"

"Yes." Zhang Xun said, "How is your son?"

Fu Jiuqu said: "The son was slightly injured, and has been properly settled by Honglu Temple, you can rest assured."

After a brief pause, he raised his eyes to look at Zhang Xun: "Does your son know your identity?"

Zhang Xundao: "He only knew that I was from the Song Dynasty and missed my hometown, so he brought me back. I didn't say much... This time I was assassinated, and I wanted to repay his life-saving. The secretary in front of the palace reported the letter, but accidentally got poisoned by a thief, passed by Ma Xing Street, and met the gangster again, I killed the gangster, I was exhausted, I wanted to ask for help from the pharmacy, but fainted unconsciously..."

The official office in front of the palace is on Maxing Street. Zhang Xun was originally the governor of the palace in front of the palace, and he should have reported it when he returned to the palace, but he fell down in Xinyi's pharmacy by accident...

Probably this is God's will.

Fu Jiuqu sighed quietly, "You said you slaughtered the villains outside the door? How many people?"

Zhang Xun: "There's only one person. Why? No corpse?"

Fu Jiuqu told Zhang Xun about Xin Yi's discovery of the blood, and then said: "It seems that the accomplices took away the body because they were afraid that he would reveal his identity."

Zhang Xun nodded, "This group of thieves are very skilled, and they are not waiting for idle water robbers. Fortunately, you went in time, otherwise... the prince fell into the hands of thieves, or died in Bianhe. At this juncture, there may be another incident. "

Although the Duan Clan of Dali is a small vassal state, they have been paying tribute since the Song Dynasty, and they have been friendly to the Song Dynasty for generations. Now that Nong Zhigao is proclaiming the emperor, he is eager to make troubles, so that the Song Dynasty is not a human being inside and outside. Bianjing, that is naturally something that countless people love to hear.

Zhang Xun braced himself and talked about many things in the south.Dali, Jiaozhi, and Nong Zhigao, and his harvest and experience during this trip...

Fu Jiuqu listened, but his heart was drifting, he couldn't hear it, and couldn't get it into practice.

He restrained his emotions, Zhang Xun still found out that he was not strong enough.

"Chonglou, what's wrong with you? It's as if your soul has been taken away."

(End of this chapter)