Secondly, although Ning Nanyou is not favored by the King of Huai, he is still the son of the King of Huai. If something happened to him in the northern border town, Ning Zheng would definitely not let the Cheng clan go. In this way, His Majesty would be in a dilemma and make the Great Wei Dynasty more dim and unclear. Chenggeya thought that it would be fine if he alone paid Ning Nanyou's life, but he did not want the entire clan to be affected, nor did he want the court to be depressed.

Chengge Cliff wandered in front of the South Courtyard for a moment. Although he was reluctant, he finally turned around and left helplessly, and disappeared into the night with a group of generals.

Nian Qian looked at Shichen and did not dare to delay any more, so he immediately rushed to the corridor with the doctors behind him.

The group walked through the corridor, walked quickly, and entered the shade of willow trees, and came to the house where Ning Nanyou was. Under the steps, there were maids who were well dressed and stood in the dark waiting. Seeing the doctors returning, they hurried forward and urged them to put on oil-paper cloaks and wear veils and white towels.

Nian Qian should have taken the cloak handed over by his maid, put it on, and rushed into the house first.

The moment he pushed open the door, he, like Jiang Chengjia, smelled a sour, salty and stinky smell of rottenness, which was pungent and awakened his mind. He immediately locked his brows, his expression shook, and he became nervous. He ran to the cabinet and saw the girl wading to wipe the sweat of the husband lying on the bed, so he walked to her side with a slight finger and called out: "A Xiu?"

Hearing this call, Jiang Chengjia was shocked and panicked. He turned his head, pressed his red and slightly swollen eyes, and looked at him, and a burst of tears instantly surged. Nian Qian was panicked and was at a loss for a moment.

The girl sobbed twice and said even more sternly: "You are finally here. No need to say anything about him, look at Junhou quickly. This time, I really can't take care of it..."

She urged. Nian Qian hurriedly walked to the bedside, bent down to take his pulse for Ning Nanyou. The young man in a coma was getting weaker and weaker at this moment, his upper body was naked, his chest, arms, and even his waist were covered with red blisters, and he was extremely terrifying.

He had never seen such a situation before, and was full of shock. He pinched Ning Nanyou's pulse with his fingers, and his face became colder. Before he came back, he had heard the report of the servant in the mansion and was mentally prepared, but he did not expect that the situation was a hundred times worse than he expected.

Jiang Chengjia stared at Nian Qian in a flash, and saw his face turn sharply, and his heart immediately became cold.

She held back the trembling all over her body, leaned her head and asked carefully: "How is he?"

Nian Qian shook his head and said in a bad mood: "Junhou's pulse is extremely weak, and the two yin and cold air in his body are constantly colliding, which is a symptom of wind evil entering the body and invading the bone marrow. The plague poison has already attacked his lungs..."

"What do you mean by shaking your head...?" Jiang Chengjia clenched his fists and asked unwillingly.

Nian Qian couldn't bear it, but he answered truthfully: "Your Majesty's disease...is... difficult to cure. There is nothing to do with his subordinates."

"What are you talking about?!" Jiang Chengjia pushed him away, fell to the edge of the bed, held the young man's hot hand in extreme panic, and kept denying it: "Impossible... He has obviously overcome the dangerous level, how could he... he suddenly can't get through it?"

"A Xiu. Even if such a fact is difficult to accept... you have to face it." Nian Qian sighed helplessly.

Jiang Chengjia was unwilling to believe it. After struggling for a long time, he suddenly remembered the Zhang Wenzong who was put in his arms. He quickly took it out and handed it to Nian Qian and said, "No, no. There is always a way to save him. When I returned in the afternoon, according to the prescription we studied two days ago, and in conjunction with the medicine list written by the doctor, I adjusted the two medicines. Look... Is it feasible? He still has a breath and we can definitely save him."

Her eyes were filled with tears and begging. Nian Qian felt soft-hearted and took the prescription helplessly. When she opened it, she gradually felt surprised, a little disbelief, and said with some joy: "Why didn't I expect it to be replaced by these two medicines? Perhaps it just neutralized the medicinal properties of the strong herbs and could have a relief effect."

Jiang Chengjia held back the tears and hope rose in his eyes.

Nian Qian raised his eyes, and the two of them clashed with each other. He looked at her with anticipation, and was speechless for a moment. He couldn't speak to her: Although this prescription is effective, it is only for the early and mid-term of the onset of the plague. Ning Nanyou's condition has reached the end, and it may not be effective.

He hesitated for a moment, bit his back teeth and said, "Use this prescription may help to cure the plague. But... I'm not sure whether it can save the life of the Lord. His illness came urgently and quickly, but I'm afraid the medicine will not work significantly."

Jiang Chengjia immediately said happily: "That is to say... this prescription may save him?"

Nian Qian hesitated for a while, finally nodded with his teeth and said, "There is this possibility."

Jiang Chengjia immediately nodded, stood up, walked back and forth two steps in the same place, and said in a panic: "Okay, okay... I'll tell people to take the medicine according to this medicine list and I'll decoct it myself. Nian Qian... You are here to guard the Lord and Hou. If there is anything abnormal, tell me immediately."

She finished speaking in a hurry and ran out like the wind.

The doctors outside the door changed their cloaks, put on scarves, and were about to enter the house. When they saw a black shadow rushing out. Before they could react, the shadow disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Everyone stood there, not knowing what was going on.

Nian Qian watched the girl leave, and then sat silently on the mat next to him, staring at the young man seriously ill in bed, with his thoughts extremely complicated.

The doctors quietly entered the house and saw Nian Qian sitting in front of the window with a sad face, as if he had encountered some great difficulties. Everyone surrounded him and saw the lord lying on the bed, now his body was covered with terrifying red blisters, growing densely, making people unable to help but feel numb from their scalp.

Everyone was surprised and said, "How could the condition of the young doctor, Junhou be so bad? This, this..."

"The plague invades the body, the most feared thing is this blister..."

"What should I do?"

"If we cannot save the Lord and the Marquis, even if we have ten heads, we cannot serve in the same city as the general!"

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A burst of boiling discussion spread among the crowd.

Nian Qian listened, feeling upset and scolded: "Instead of wasting talk here, you guys should let someone bring all the medical books, files and prescriptions we wrote together a few days ago. Find a clean place in the South Hospital and continue to find a treatment method."

Nian Qian grabbed the young man's pulse again and carefully diagnosed: "Junhou's condition is critical, but if he can survive three nights, he may be able to save his life."

He knew in his heart that Ning Nan was worried and in danger, but for Jiang Chengjia, he still planned to try his best. After the doctors got the order, he nodded repeatedly and said, "Doctor Nian is right. Everyone, don't give up hope at this time."

In front of the house, a bunch of people squeezed out again and ran towards the screen wall of the South Courtyard.

The night is long, and the south courtyard is brightly lit everywhere. Everyone is holding a heart and breathing, not daring to relax.

In the kitchen, Jiang Chengjia did it himself and tried to decoct the medicine. Then he rushed to the house as quickly as possible and came to Nian Qian and said, "I have boiled the medicine! How is he?"

Nian Qian touched Ning Nanyou's forehead and breathed a little relievedly, "When you returned in the afternoon, the bowl of mugwort soup you fed him was finally useful. His body temperature showed signs of a loss, so it's been improved."

Jiang Chengjia looked happy, so he immediately sat beside Ning Nanyou with a bowl of medicine, slowly lifted him up and leaned against the soft pillow, wanting to feed him medicine.

But at this time, the young man on the bed was completely unconscious. She put the spoon between his lips, but couldn't feed it at all. Jiang Chengjia was anxious, frowned, looked at him, and said, "Frankly, you have to drink medicine to get better..."

She persevered and refused to give up, but no matter what method she used, she could not let Ning Nanyou take medicine.

Nian Qian, who was standing beside him, sighed: "Your Majesty is addicted to sleeping at this time, and the medicine cannot be put into your mouth...A Xiu, go and rest, I'll try it."

Jiang Chengjia said depressedly: "I can't even feed it, what can you do?"

Seeing him falling into a coma but still frowning, as if in extreme pain, she felt suffocated and sat on the edge of the bed, almost crying.

Nian Qian was helpless, with a heavy face and a very uneasy heart.

Jiang Chengjia lowered his head and thought for a moment. Suddenly, he held the medicine bowl and poured all the medicine into his mouth without hesitation. He leaned forward, pressed his lips, pried open his teeth, and forcibly poured the medicine in his mouth into it.

Nian Qian was stunned and stood in front of the screen, as if he was stunned as a piece of wood. When he completely reacted, he immediately stepped forward to stop him and shouted anxiously: "Axiu, what are you doing? Don't die? This plague is fierce, you will be contagious like this!"

He wanted to pull her away, but Jiang Chengjia stretched out his hand and opened it hard. She tried hard to feed him the medicine before she could puff up and lift her body up and leaned against the couch to breathe.

Nian Qian said with a pale face: "You, you! You are so joking, how can you tell me to share..."

"You don't have to explain. I can be responsible for myself."

Jiang Chengjia interrupted him with a tough attitude, quickly grabbed the teacup that was washed beside him, put a mouthful of water, tilted his head up, rinsed his mouth hard, spit it into the spittoo, wiped his mouth firmly, said firmly: "Nian Qian, my decision is not your turn to comment."

She got up, walked aside, sat in front of the desk, and continued to search for ancient books.

Nian Qian was choked by her words and was speechless, so he had to shut up silently, and also got into the seat and read the medical books.

For a moment, the room fell into boundless silence. The two sat opposite each other and copied dozens of prescriptions, but still couldn't find any clues.

At this moment, an emergency footstep sounded outside the door, and the door was pushed open suddenly. Two military doctors rushed into the house and shouted: "Doctor Nian, this disease may be used to mix herbal powder with decocted medicine juice and apply it on the blisters to eliminate the evil poison on the skin."
Chapter completed!