Warlord's darling: medical concubine against the sky

Beitang Xichang breathed a sigh of relief!

Patting his chest, he said for the rest of his life, "OK, OK! Sister Yun, don't worry. I'll keep my mouth shut. Thank you, sister Yun. If you don't keep this secret for me, I'm forbidden to go out when I get moldy here."

Luo Yunran cut off the topic. "It's not early. I still have some medicine to match. I won't be here with you. Have a good rest by yourself."

"Don't!" beitangxi grabbed her. "Sister Yun, what can you do directly for others? There are so many military doctors and medical disciples here, which is not enough for you?"

"I prefer to do it myself," said Luo Yunran.

Beitangxi sighed and suddenly remembered something, "by the way, sister Yun! There's something I've always wanted to ask you. Why didn't you treat the man I brought into the valley that day? I think he seems to be very good."

Luo Yunran pulled the corners of his mouth and looked contemptuously, "you've seen others several times and you know they're very nice?"

"It doesn't look like a bad man. I believe my eyes!" Bei Tangxi patted his chest with confidence.

Joke, she's a famous ghost spirit. If she's a bad person, can't she see it?

Luo Yun became silent. Just when beitangxi thought she wouldn't answer, she suddenly said again.

"It's because it's hard to cure," she said.

"Ah?" Bei Tangxi scratched the back of his head and didn't believe it. "But sister Yun, you are a miracle doctor. What diseases in the world can't you cure? I don't believe it. Did you have a holiday with that man?"

Luo Yunran's eyes suddenly swept to her, "who told you what?"

Beitangxi shook his head. "No, I know my brother must know something, but he didn't tell me a word. I know you won't tell me either."

The little girl's big eyes stared directly at Luo Yunran. Although she said that Luo Yunran would not tell her, her eyes clearly wrote expectations.

Luo Yun dyed her eyes quickly, drew out the wrist caught by the North Church, and patted the bed. "My princess's highness, you are still lying down. Your body is not yet fully recovered. What you need now is rest."

"Ah? Why do you say that? Don't you help me tell my brother about letting me out?"

Luo Yunran had come to the door and just raised his hand, "you still have to do your own things. You're not young. It's time to learn to be your own."

That's what you mean by refusing yourself.

Beitangxi wailed, pulled up the quilt and covered himself in the quilt.

Really, they are full of secrets. Why can't you open your heart and tell her? It's obvious that she is so close to them!

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"Master, the epidemic situation is more serious than I thought. It's more frequent. It smells carefully. They all say they have contacted a groom in the horse farm." Song Zhe has returned. Compared with his well-dressed appearance when he left, it would be really embarrassing.

Dongjinlin squinted, "where's Mrs. ma?"

"Dead."

"What?"

Song Zhe: "the groom was the first person to be infected with the plague. He got sick the fastest and died. He checked his room and belongings and couldn't find any clues."

Dongjinlin snorted and nodded.

If there is no clue, it is the most suspicious place in itself.

It took a lot of trouble to wipe the marks so clean.

"How's the situation now? You went out with the old marshal. You didn't just look at the situation and didn't do anything?"

Song Zhe felt stressed, "I asked them to isolate the people infected with the plague, then listed some symptoms of the plague, and asked the old marshal to send someone to keep an eye on it. Once anyone had symptoms similar to the plague, they immediately took it out for examination. The military doctors are now divided according to the film, but..."

"But what?" dongjinlin asked.

Song Zhe opened his mouth, closed it again, shook his head, "nothing. When the plague comes, it is always difficult to control. Master, don't worry too much. Now your body is important. Take care of your body first. We will do other things for you."

"When did you learn to be insincere? Tell me what you just wanted to say." Dongjin Linjun's face was cold and his purple eyes swept across Song Zhe.

It is clear that he is still holding a bowl of medicine in his hand and is obediently closing, with a rare gentle and amiable appearance.

This look swept over and immediately made song zheru cold in the December and winter.

It must be crazy to feel that the adjective "docile and amiable" jumped out of my head just now.

"I......" Song Zhe secretly rubbed the cold sweat from the palm of his hand and made rapid psychological construction for himself. Only then did he speak out, "However, the soldiers were isolated. They were not at ease. The isolated soldiers had several riots, but the master was assured that they were suppressed by the marshal. Now they are heavily guarded. There should be no problem."

Dongjinlin sneered and put down the empty medicine bowl. "You have great skills. You dare to hide such things from me. Do you still know that I am the highest command here?"

Song Zhe immediately pressed down a Mount Tai on his head and couldn't lift his neck, "my subordinates, damn it!"

It was the old marshal who told him not to tell the master. Isn't he worried about the master's current physical condition? Moreover, several riots have been suppressed by the old marshal. This is a thing of the past. Whether to say it or not, it shouldn't make much difference?

Dongjinlin was silent for a moment. Although he didn't say a word, Song Zhe obviously felt that the air pressure around him was very wrong. It was clear that he was angry.

He swallowed his saliva nervously and dared not speak.

"You'll help me take a message to the marshal later and say that I'll go and see it myself tomorrow," said Dong Jinlin.

"Ah?" Song Zhe raised his head in an instant, forgetting his fear. "No, no! Master, your body hasn't replied yet, and there is a plague in the barracks!"

"I know. I'm not deaf."

I know you're still rushing in. Do you mean to make us feel better?

Song Zhe kept complaining.

"Master, you should stay in bed and rest now. It's really inappropriate to walk outside."

As soon as dongjinlin patted the table, his purple deep eyes stared at him, "I don't care what I say now, do I?"

Song Zhe was stunned. He reacted instantly and quickly lowered his head. "Subordinates dare not! Subordinates will go to bring words to the old marshal in a moment!"

"Do you have any good treatment for the plague?" Song Zhe shrank back, and Dong Jinlin's tone eased down.

But the second question that followed didn't make Song Zhe feel better, "I... don't know yet."