Originally, Zhao Xing thought that Zhao Yong's drowsiness was the child's fullness, hunger and weakness. However, after Zhao Xing worked for a long time, Zhao Yong still had no intention of awakening, and even spoke faintly.

Zhao Xing immediately became nervous, couldn't wake up, and muttered, which was not a good sign. He threw down his work and rushed to Zhao Yong's side. Zhao Yong's face turned red, and when he touched his forehead, it was as hot as a soldering iron. In trouble, the prince, who was so delicate and expensive, had a high fever after two days of sleeping in the open.

This is a scary disease. It is so common in this era that people are burned to death by high fever or burning stupid people. Therefore, Zhao Xing decided to try his best to save the child's life. It is no longer a bullshit emperor, but a relationship that has already developed feelings for the two.

First of all, you need to find the cause of high fever so that you can find a solution. Prescribe the right medicine? There must be a medicine.

After some examination, Zhao Xing found the source of the disease - Zhao Yong had a wound on his finger, which was red, swollen, ulcerated in a small area, and had become suppurated.

It was clear after thinking about it that when he smashed pine nuts yesterday, he was attracted by his own avenue and absent-mindedly, he smashed his finger several times, and then he was infected after the wound.

If you know the crux of the problem, this matter will be easy, because as long as you anti-inflammatory, the high fever will naturally subside. I can't help but know the ancient methods of anti-inflammatory. Otherwise, I can master everything, even if it's some superficial, and I don't know when it will save my own life or someone else's life.

If you know the materials, go find them immediately, otherwise it will kill this kid.

Zhao Yong, whose mind had begun to become chaotic, placed it in the cave, and then stood up and prepared to leave. As a result, Zhao Yong, who was already confused, instinctively grabbed the corner of Zhao Xing's clothes, his voice was vague but with fear and crying: "Teacher, don't abandon each other." This is an instinctive dependence and pleading. It can be translated as: "Teacher, don't abandon me."

This sound made Zhao Xing's nose sore and tears almost shed. This was a confusion in his subconscious mind. Zhao Yong, a child, relied on adults and himself. He was not afraid of death, but his abandonment of him.

Zhao Xing squatted down and looked at Zhao Yong who was about to fall into a coma but in order not to let himself abandon him, he told him with sincerity: "I will not abandon you, because you are already my disciple and my student. Because you are already my companion." Then he took a deep breath and gently patted him: "You are my younger brother. I am not a beast. I am not cold-blooded and ruthless, so I will not abandon you. I want to find medicine for you. You have a good sleep, and then when I come back, your illness will be cured. Remember, our teachers, students, and brothers, will definitely walk out of this forest and this forest of life. Then, we brothers work together to create a great cause that has never been before and after. Hold on, and you will wake up when I come back."

This is the clearest expression and the most sincere confession.

In those eyes, there was almost spoiling and never leaving.

Zhao Yong understood, nodded gently, then let go of his hand holding the corner of his clothes, slowly closed Qianjun's eyelids, and breathed smoothly to fall asleep.

After walking out of the cave entrance, the first thing Zhao Xing did was to ignite a bonfire next to the cave entrance. This was to prevent wild beasts from approaching when he was away. Then he blocked the entrance of the cave with wood. In order to prevent the little beast from entering and harm Zhao Yong, he laid a thick layer of the ashes of the original bonfire at the entrance of the cave, so that he would not let snakes and scorpions invade them.

After doing enough protection, he lifted his sword, took a deep breath, and then paused his feet and walked into the unpredictable forest. He needed to find a medicine, a kind of fungus that looked like a steamed bun. In the north, people called him horse manure buns.

I don’t know what the scientific name of this fungus is. In later generations, the fungus served on the table were eaten, and they only care about their taste. Who asked the name?

But a middle-aged Chinese medicine doctor who is close to Zhao Xing once criticized Western medicine for anti-inflammatory drugs in front of him, and then said the following words: "Everyone says that traditional Chinese medicine is not as good as Western medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine is not supported by scientific theory, which is a scam. So I will ask the big v boat that blindly worships Western medicine and abandons traditional Chinese medicine. How did his ancestors reproduce without Western medicine? Was he a hybrid of the surname or a monster jumping out of the grass? When Westerners were fully suppressing traditional Chinese medicine, how did Westerners survive before the era without chemical engineering? Westerners have not formed a theoretical system. Does that big v worship even stupidity?"

Zhao Xing admired such a simple refutation at that time and was overwhelmed by his spirits.

So, facing Zhao Xing's wound that had been inflamed for half a month, according to the fingers that the Western medicine doctor said he wanted to amputate, he took out a packet of white powder in the drawer and said to Zhao Xing very mysteriously: "Traditional Chinese medicine, a pure secret recipe of traditional Chinese medicine, anti-inflammatory holy medicine, medicine to cure the disease, Shenghui packs one hundred yuan, thank you."

One hundred oceans were gone. At that time, Zhao Xing looked at this without a spoon of white powder and looked very despised: "You vampire liar, even your friends are cheating, I'm a pussy, what's the matter?"

As a result, after returning home, I sprinkled this little powder on the wound. When I got up the next day, my fever subsided. After taking Western medicine to prevent inflammation for ten days, the wound also subsided and no longer had pus.

This effect made Zhao Xing very grateful, so he took two bottles of good wine and a roast chicken and ran to thank the brother who saved him and did not become a disabled person.

At the wine table, the two of them spoke truth after drinking. Zhao Xing reviewed his misunderstanding of this brother. The brother patted Zhao Xing on the shoulder and laughed: "I just see that you always cheated on eating, drinking and not bleeding, so you asked you to buy wine with a hundred o'clock. In fact, the magic pill in your mouth is a worthless horse manure bag. In summer, the mountains are full of people in rural areas. They use him to make sauce, which is extremely delicious."

Zhao Xing broke off contact with him on the spot.

It really takes courage to enter the forest full of dangers alone. I grabbed the sword, took a deep breath, and then resolutely and trembled into this dark and dangerous world.

Zhao Xing was lucky because when he walked about a mile, he discovered that his target was very large, the size of a small basin, and the top was cracked. According to the Chinese medicine brother who had broken off and sobered up and forgot about breaking off, the best treatment for inflammation was this kind of horse manure bag that bloomed and cracked on the top.

Zhao Xing squatted down, put the sword in his hand aside, and then carefully dug it. Just as he carefully put the horse manure bag into his arms, he suddenly felt his scalp tightening, and then his skin all over his body was full of bumps. The dangerous instinct for survival caused him to roll, and he grabbed the sword and swung it out.

With a scream, a yellow beast that he didn't know what it was rushed past the place where he had just squatted, but it flew with the blood mark.

It was a young tiger as big as a dog. It might have insufficient predation experience, so Zhao Xing escaped.

The little tiger let out a cat-like cry, as if calling the master. Zhao Xing immediately rolled and crawled back. When he escaped back to the camp, he felt relieved when he saw that there was no tiger behind him and his parents chasing him for revenge.

He carried the sword and entered the cave. Fortunately, Zhao Yong was fine, but he slept even harder and had fallen into a semi-coma state, but he did not die.

The wound on the finger was not big, and it was already swollen and shiny. Zhao Xing waved his sword and cut open his fingers that were almost as swollen as carrots. A smelly black and white pus and blood spurted out like an arrow, and how far the ten fingers connected to the heart did not make Zhao Yong wake up and cry out in pain. It can be seen that his fingers no longer felt, and Zhao Yong's coma was so sleepy.

The blood was flowing a lot. When it was about to stop, Zhao Xing squeezed it with his hands until the bright blood was flowing out. Then he took out the horse manure bag, took out the dried powder, and applied it to him directly using the mason's method, then tore off a cloth and wrapped it tightly.
Chapter completed!