Abduct a prince into another world

Chapter 138
Hearing this, Bei Mingwu signaled Ansan to call Mr. Baicao.

South Vietnam and the Northern Jin Dynasty went to war. It is said that South Vietnam sent the five princes who had been ill for a long time to fight against the enemy.

Anyone can see that the Nanyue Emperor deliberately let his son go and never return.

As for the reason, it involves those pickled secrets in the South Vietnamese royal family, so let's not list it here for the time being.

What puzzled Bei Mingwu was why the Fifth Prince, who was supposed to be on the battlefield in South Vietnam, appeared in Dongli at such a sensitive time.

Just think about it, if he died in Dongli like this, it would definitely arouse the dissatisfaction of the emperor of Nanyue Kingdom.

At that time, the war between Nanyue and Dongli will be on the verge of breaking out.

The days that have been quiet for a long time are about to change again.

Mr. Baicao followed Ansan to Beimingwu, and Beimingwu introduced to Han Yu,

"Han Steward, Mr. Baicao is my brother's personal doctor, let him show your son."

When Han Yu heard that it was Mr. Baicao, he staggered and fell to his knees with a "plop". He was shocked, delighted, unbelievable...

The skinny hands tremblingly grasped the corner of Bei Mingwu's robe, tears flickered faintly in his eyes,

"Young master is talking about a famous doctor who can revive the dead, flesh and bones, Baicao Xing, Mr. Baicao?"

Mr. Baicao hadn't heard his full name for a long time. When he heard it for the first time, he was stunned for a moment, but he soon came back to his senses. Before Xiao Wu could reply, he snorted coldly and said,

"Why, old man, am I that scary? You were so scared that you cried."

"No no no no..."

Han Yu quickly shook his head and hands, for fear that Mr. Baicao might misunderstand, and he couldn't say anything other than saying no to what came out of his mouth.

There is a reason why he is so excited.

The young master has been sick and difficult since he was a child. In order to cure his illness, Han Yu traveled all over Yunzhao Continent and searched for famous doctors. However, after each doctor checked his pulse, he came to a conclusion that the young master was born in the mother's womb. Faults, there is no cure for medicine and stones, and at most they will not live past 25 years old.

But these doctors also told Han Yu that maybe there is a way to save this person, that is Mr. Baicao, but Mr. Baicao has a strange personality and no fixed place. He has been searching for many years, but he has never met...

The old man Baicao was not surprised by Han Yu's appearance of losing his composure, and he stroked his gray beard with a faint sense of pride.

It seems that this is the normal reaction of ordinary people when they hear his name.

Knowing that Bei Mingwu must have come to see a doctor when he asked him to come here, he asked without talking nonsense.

"Where is the person? Is he dead?"

Han Yu was originally immersed in the joy of finally finding Mr. Baicao, but when he heard such a sentence, he choked for a long time and couldn't react.

Mr. Baicao looked at his stupid expression, frowned and said,
"Dead? Why did you ask me to come here? I don't care about collecting the corpse."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, but was grabbed by Han Yu,
"I'm not dead, I'm not dead, Mr. Baicao, come with me."

Han Yu rolled and crawled and led Mr. Baicao to the tree, where his eldest grandson Fusu was.

At this time, Changsun Fusu was leaning softly in the arms of a guard, his eyes were closed tightly, his face was rosy, and he looked like he was usually asleep, without any signs of illness.

Bei Mingwu, who followed all the way, frowned. Didn't this old man bully them?
Mr. Baicao first looked at Changsun Fusu from head to toe, then he stretched out his hand and gently put it under Changsun Fusu's nose, sniffing his breath.

Then, Mr. Baicao didn't pay much attention, he opened his robe and sat on the floor, with his right hand lightly resting on the wrist of the little brother in white, just like that, feeling his pulse...

　Three shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)