Wen Qingci had a dream. In the dream, the little snake that had been confiscated by Song Junran somehow followed him to Lianhe.
The snake’s body was hotter than he remembered, and its coiling strength was stronger.
It tightly coiled around his fingers, even constantly gnawing at his fingertips with its sharp teeth.
But no matter what Wen Qingci did, he couldn’t shake it off. Instead, it entangled him tighter, making him unable to move.
“Stop, it hurts…” In the dream, Wen Qingci said vaguely.
As his words fell, the little snake finally reluctantly stopped gnawing and began to stroke his small wound on his fingertip with its tongue.
In Wen Qingci’s dream, there was no hissing sound in his ear, only a bit of fragmented panting.
But how can a snake breathe?
——Before falling into a deep sleep, Wen Qingci thought vaguely.
…
Wen Qingci was awakened by the cicadas outside the house.
At this time, the sky was already bright. He blinked his eyes, and under the light coming through the crack in the window, he subconsciously looked down to check whether his fingers had been bitten by the snake again.
…There was nothing on his slender fingers, everything in front of him was as faint as if it was hidden behind a light white fog.
After a while, Wen Qingci realized that the so-called “snake bite” was just a dream.
What he saw in front of him was not some white fog, but the gauze curtain on the veil.
So, he slept in his clothes last night?
Wait… last night?
Wasn’t he decocting medicine last night!
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci woke up completely.
He got up and walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a young man from the county government office coming over with a basin of water.
His movements were very careful. When he got closer, he could see that there was still a faint heat on the water basin.
“You’re awake,” the other party smiled and nodded at him, then carried the water basin into the room, “The patrol officer specifically instructed that you should also use boiled water for washing these days.”
After speaking, he put down the water basin and was about to leave.
“Wait a minute,” Wen Qingci recognized that this was the young man who was decocting medicine last night. He quickly stepped forward to stop him: “Last night…”
“Oh, oh, you’re talking about last night,” the young man scratched his head and laughed, “I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the kitchen. I saw you sitting there asleep, so I helped you back. What’s wrong?”
As he spoke, his expression was a bit strange.
But Wen Qingci didn’t think much about it, thinking that the other party was just embarrassed.
…So it was him who helped him back.
After hearing the young man’s words, Wen Qingci finally breathed a sigh of relief.
“It’s nothing,” he said slowly with a smile, “I troubled you last night.”
“No trouble, no trouble!” The young man hurriedly said, “Decocting medicine is my job. It’s me who should be embarrassed to let you stay there.” His voice was filled with gratitude.
But what he was grateful for was not Wen Qingci decocting medicine for him.
It was… thanks to this god of wealth, he was able to earn such a large sum of money.
Early this morning when the sky was not yet bright, the patrol officer found him and instructed him to tell the physician if he asked, that it was him who helped him back from the kitchen last night.
At the same time, he rewarded him with a whole two taels of silver.
The air in the midsummer was filled with a sense of heat, and Wen Qingci felt uncomfortable standing at the door for a while.
He glanced at the tightly closed door on the side and casually asked, “Where is the gentleman next door?”
The young man shook his head: “I don’t know, he seems to have not come back all last night.”
This was also what Xie Bufeng told him.
Wen Qingci slowly nodded, and finally lowered his head to look at the water basin.
Seeing this, the young man hurriedly said, “You go and wash first, and if there is anything else later, you can just tell me!”
“Okay.” Wen Qingci nodded with a smile.
The young man exchanged a few words with him, then walked towards the gate of the courtyard. When he was about to go out, he couldn’t help but look back at Wen Qingci.
This physician in white looked like a immortal at first glance.
But his wrapping was a bit too tight.
He heard from another physician who came with him that his face seemed to be… accidentally cut by a knife when he was young and disfigured.
Thinking of this, the young man couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
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Life in Lianhe County was particularly difficult.
These days, Wen Qingci hardly saw Xie Bufeng a few times. He was leading people to transfer grain from the nearby state capital and put medicinal materials into the well. He was so busy that he didn’t have time to touch the ground.
On Wen Qingci’s side, it was even more difficult.
The medicine prescribed on the day has been decocted and given to patients with lighter symptoms.
But after a few days, the medicine has not shown any signs of effect.
It is a common thing for herbal medicine to take effect slowly.
But the deadly thing is that the plague changes every day, and the symptoms of the sick people in the city are getting stronger, and the course of the disease also shows signs of acceleration.
…They can’t just wait.
Song Junran boasted at the time that he and his junior brother had experience in dealing with similar incidents.
Therefore, Xie Bufeng handed over the control to them this time, with the imperial physician as an auxiliary.
Also temporarily handed over to Wen Qingci and Song Junran was the “Xinglin Jie’e” written by an “old friend”.
It was already midnight, and Wen Qingci was still reading by the lamp.
And sitting next to him saying that he wanted to “read with him”, Song Junran had already fallen asleep with his head propped up on his hand.
It wasn’t until his wrist couldn’t support it and his chin hit the table hard that he woke up.
“…What time is it,” Song Junran rubbed his eyes and yawned, “How long have I slept? Why didn’t the junior brother wake me up.”
After a pause, his gaze fell on the paper on the table full of words.
Forsythia, Bupleurum, Pueraria, Angelica, these are all common fever-reducing and evil-repelling medicines.
“It’s already midnight,” Wen Qingci slowly put down his pen, “Brother, you should go back to rest first, I will read for a while.”
“No, no,” Song Junran waved his hand and frowned, “How can I let you work alone?”
In the end, he sighed and said, “You have been too busy these days. Although treating diseases is important, you also need to consider your own body.”
Wen Qingci has been sleepless these days, quite like when he first came to valley when he was a child.
“I’ll sleep after I finish this chapter.” Wen Qingci shook his head stubbornly.
To put it bluntly, “Xinglin Jie’e” has almost been turned over by him.
Even without the recovery of the original owner’s memory, he could say what each page of this book was about even with his eyes closed.
But memorizing a book and writing a book are 108,000 miles apart.
For Wen Qingci, the “Xinglin Jie’e” , full of plague response methods, is like a textbook.
But patients will not get sick as the textbook says.
Understanding the concept naturally won’t work, the important thing is to understand flexibility.
Wen Qingci has a part of the original owner’s memory, but his ability has not yet recovered.
Especially considering that there are many patients in Lianhe County, only common medicinal materials can be prescribed in the prescription.
In this way, the restrictions are even greater.
Wen Qingci picked up the pen again and clenched the pen barrel tightly.
He carefully read “Xinglin Jie’e” trying to interpret the mood and thinking of the original owner when he wrote from the lines.
But the next second, what appeared in Wen Qingci’s mind was the hell-like scene in the Shan Yu Jian….
His head also started to hurt.
Wen Qingci’s face turned pale in an instant, and he involuntarily bit his lower lip hard.
…If.
If he were the original owner.
If he were here, he would definitely be able to handle this matter smoothly.
Wen Qingci’s heart gave birth to such a desire without reason.
In an instant. The tragic scene of Shan Yu Jian in his mind became clearer and clearer.
All this seems to be warning Wen Qingci and scaring him away.
“Junior brother, junior brother, what’s wrong with you?”
Although there was a veil blocking him, Song Junran still saw that Wen Qingci’s body was trembling slightly.
As he said, he raised his hand to try to open the gauze curtain on Wen Qingci’s veil and see what he was like now.
There are only two small windows in the guest room of the county office in Lianhe County.
Although it’s not too hot in the summer night, it’s stuffy, so Wen Qingci opened a door to ventilate.
He has always been careful, and he is still wearing a veil until now.
“No need,” Wen Qingci sidestepped to avoid Song Junran’s movement, “I’m fine.” He said in a low voice.
“How can this be!” As he spoke, Song Junran had already stood up.
One hand forcibly pressed on Wen Qingci’s shoulder, and the other hand circled around Wen Qingci’s body, trying to pull off the veil from the other side.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind the two of them.
By the time Wen Qingci reacted, that dark figure had already appeared outside the house.
The elusive Xie Bufeng, who had been busy lately, actually came back at this time!
His gaze passed through the open door and fell on Wen Qingci and Song Junran.
In the dark night, those amber eyes were particularly cold.
Xie Bufeng completely blocked the moonlight behind him.
Like the arrival of , it was full of evil spirits.
Seeing him coming, Song Junran immediately gave up the plan to pull off the veil.
But he still stood up slowly and put Wen Qingci behind him: “Sir, why are you running here so late at night instead of going back to your room?”
Xie Bufeng did not answer Song Junran’s question, and walked straight in.
The guest room of the county office was not big, and Xie Bufeng was tall and big. When he walked into the room, the surroundings seemed even more depressing.
He completely ignored Song Junran, but slowly lowered his gaze to look at the green shirt on Wen Qingci’s shoulder.
——This shirt belongs to Song Junran’s.
As a medicine man, Wen Qingci has a faint bitter fragrance on his body.
“Living in a room with orchids for a long time without smelling their fragrance” Wen Qingci, who has long been accustomed to this smell, will unconsciously ignore this point.
Therefore, Song Junran put his clothes on him during the day.
Like most people in this era, Song Junran also has the habit of incense daily.
This green shirt has a hint of sandalwood, which just covers the bitter fragrance in Wen Qingci’s blood.
…Xie Bufeng found that he hated this smell very much.
He frowned slightly and said lightly, “This dress may be unclean, so change it.”
Song Junran clenched his fists. He didn’t know if he was overthinking it, but he felt that Xie Bufeng was scolding him.
“What do you mean, sir?” Song Junran said, suppressing his anger, “This shirt was just washed and dried yesterday, how come it’s dirty?”
Xie Bufeng seemed not to have heard the emotion in Song Junran’s words and said, “If I am not mistaken, it has not been disinfected with Atractylodes lancea.”
Song Junran was stunned for a moment before he realized what Xie Bufeng was talking about.
A few days ago, other medicines distributed along with the decoctions included Atractylodes lancea, Patchouli, and Realgar.
These medicines are not for eating, but for disinfecting clothes.
What Xie Bufeng meant was that there was no smell of these medicinal materials on the clothes.
…As a physician, Song Junran would naturally not take this risk.
In fact, his and Wen Qingci’s clothes were all soaked in special herbs in the valley when they were washed, and the effect was much better than disinfecting.
However, this matter cannot be told to Xie Bufeng.
He had no choice but to suffer in silence.
Song Junran gritted his teeth and said, “It makes sense.”
Wen Qingci also cooperated very well and took off the green shirt and put it on the table.
…Is Xie Bufeng still not leaving?
The moonlight shone from behind, giving Xie Bufeng a thin silver edge like ice.
Seeing this, Wen Qingci couldn’t help but feel nervous.
As if reading his thoughts through the veil, Xie Bufeng finally turned to look at Song Junran and stated his true purpose for this time: “You must be tired from running around during the day, you should go back to your own room and rest early.”
“Besides, it’s not safe for two people to be in a room.” After he finished speaking, he slowly turned around and left the room before Song Junran.
Xie Bufeng’s reasons were very reasonable, and he even set an example himself.
“Why does this little emperor like to meddle in other people’s affairs so much?”
He’s ruthless!
“Your Excellency’s words make sense,” Wen Qingci suddenly stood up and slowly walked to the door, as if he was seeing someone off. “Go back and rest first.” He lowered his voice and said to Song Junran.
There was no other way, so Song Junran had to grit his teeth and retreat. Under the gaze of Xie Bufeng, he returned to his room step by step.
The small courtyard was quiet again.
Wen Qingci finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He returned to the room and continued to read the medical book.
However, not long after, there was another sound of footsteps in Wen Qingci’s ears.
Xie Bufeng, holding a book, appeared outside the door.
His expression was calm and a bit serious.
“…Sir, what is this?”
“This is the map of Lianhe County,” Xie Bufeng slowly raised his right hand, “I don’t know if the gentleman is free now, I have something to discuss with you.”
After that, he added, “I have changed my clothes and disinfected my skin with strong alcohol.”
…So he went back just now to do this?
The night breeze blew from outside the house, gently lifting the corners of their clothes.
Only then did Wen Qingci realize that there was indeed a smell of alcohol on Xie Bufeng.
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