Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

"Fengzi grass?" the doctor was stunned, then slowly shook his head, still nervous, "no, no..."

Luo Yun narrowed his eyes and said, "are you sure?"

The doctor was shocked, but still shook his head. "No, really, really. I know that thing, but I've never heard of any medicinal value, so we certainly don't have it here."

"Really not?"

The doctor trembled, bent down and picked up a book on the table. "This, here is the book for the registration and warehousing of all our medicinal materials. This book is made by me. I have never registered Fengzi grass, so Ken, there must be no."

Luo Yunran took a deep breath and calmed down his anger.

Rao is that she has always maintained the professional composure that a doctor should have, and she is really grumpy at this time.

"OK, I see." she let go of the doctor.

Turn around and go.

"Miss Luo!" the doctor hurriedly chased after the booklet for two steps, "we have a lot of herbs here besides Fengzi grass. What villain do you want to find for you!"

"No, I don't need any." I don't know how much more herbs are in her system warehouse than here. I'm afraid the whole qingliguo imperial pharmacy can't compare with it.

But unfortunately, there is also no Phoenix catalpa grass.

As the little doctor said just now, Fengzi grass is not known for its medicinal value. For many people, it just exists like a wild grass.

Naturally, qingliguo palace will not buy a pile of weeds to put. There is nothing in the palace, nor does she, because her herbs are taken directly from the imperial pharmacy.

"Miss Luo! Miss Luo!" the doctor chased him for two steps. However, his pace was not as fast as that of Luo Yunran. In the blink of an eye, Luo Yunran had left the camp.

Panting, the doctor turned over the booklet in his hand, sighed and put it back. "If it weren't for the war, it wouldn't be a simple thing to want Fengzi grass..."

At night, a man galloped on the night road.

Quietly left the camp of qingliguo.

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Song Zhe came in with a bowl of medicine. The light was still on in the room. The man was wearing a dark robe and leaned against the table. There were war reports one after another in his hand.

Song Zhe sighed and knocked on the door, "master, take the medicine."

Dongjinlin heard a faint "um" and didn't even lift his head.

Song Zhe had to walk over, put the medicine in front of him, and then knock on the table, "master."

"I know. I'll drink later." dongjinlin was still perfunctory as always, and his eyes remained on the battle report in his hand.

"It'll be cold after a while. Now it's just the heat I can drink. I brought it here after watching it."

Doctor song Taiyi pestled beside dongjinlin and directly blocked the light.

Dongjinlin had to stop for a moment and looked up at him, "when did you become so wordy?"

"I'm not forced by you, master. I'm also a scholar who cherishes words like gold, but if I talk to you with fewer words, you'll go in one ear and out the other." doctor song replied stubbornly, but I was a little angry.

Don't you know what's going on with his body?

It's already like this. I still stay up here to read the war report and don't take medicine well. I'm really afraid I can't die young, isn't it!

"OK, I'll drink it. You can say less to me. It's very noisy." dongjinlin finally put down the war report in his hand, picked up the medicine bowl next to him, looked at the bowl of black medicine and hesitated.

Before drinking, he was disgusted by the smell of the medicine.

With his eyes closed and his heart crossed, he picked up the medicine bowl and drank it quickly!

Put the bowl aside!

Doctor song showed a slightly satisfied look, "that's right. If you can be so cheerful every time, master, I promise to be a doctor without wordiness."

After dongjinlin finished drinking, his whole face was tangled. He held the table for a long time before he slowly recovered.

"How long can I live?"

His low voice suddenly rippled in the night.

Doctor song, who was cleaning up the medicine bowl, almost knocked it over accidentally. His eyes flickered and he couldn't hide his panic. "Master, what are you talking about? Aren't you good now? It's not funny to say that you can't die."

Dongjinlin smiled softly, "what I said is how long I can live, not how long you can live. What are you so afraid of doing?"

Shit! Would you rather ask the latter!

Song Taiyi roared in his heart.

He reluctantly pulled the corners of his mouth and tried to show himself an indifferent smile that he thought was the most comforting, "master, you will live a long life."

"You don't have to say such polite words. What I want to hear is the truth." the man's magnificent and deep purple eyes stare at Song Zhe's flickering eyes for a moment. "Song Zhe, I need to know, so that I can have time to arrange what I should do."

When song Taiyi was a doctor, he couldn't help shaking. The medicine bowl crashed to the ground and broke into pieces.

Doctor song hurriedly squatted down to pick it up and was stopped by dongjinlin. "Don't move. Just sweep it later, so as not to hurt your hand. For the doctor, your hand is the most important."

When it comes to the last sentence, his eyes can't help showing a moment of fascination. A man once said this to him.

"Master?" doctor song called twice.

Dongjinlin suddenly recovered and smiled, "it's all right."

Song Taiyi hesitated to stand in place and stared at his toes. The medicine bowl in his hand was gone. His hands suddenly became nowhere to put, and repeatedly grasped the corners of his clothes.

The wrinkled corners of the clothes completely show the owner's inner entanglement at the moment, "I... I don't know..."

"Hmm?" dongjinlin raised his eyebrows.

Song Taiyi seemed to be stimulated, "Shua" raised his head, summoned up the courage to look directly at dongjinlin, "I'm not perfunctory, I really don't know!"

Dongjinlin stared at him for a moment, and then his expression eased down.

He nodded calmly. "Oh, really."

It turned out that his body was so bad that he couldn't predict how long he could last.

Worse than he thought.

Seeing his master's relaxed expression, doctor song didn't feel relieved. On the contrary, it seemed that the whole person was thrown into the oil pan and fried repeatedly. "Master, don't think too bad. There may be a miracle? Ah bah! I mean, maybe my medical skills are not good. You know that my ability is limited. My medical skills are far less than my master and my husband -"