Yu Huacheng came back to his senses first and said angrily: "What are you stupid kid saying, what are you doing for your teacher?"

Fang Muye said excitedly: "My blood may cure your illness by Master!"

"Nothing! How can human blood cure diseases?" Yu Huacheng was even more annoyed and looked at Yang Tianchun and said, "Doctor Yang, you have excellent medical skills. Tell him that human blood may cure diseases?"

Yang Tianchun replied confidently: "No."

After reading the lower part, Muye continued, "There is no record in various medical books, and Mr. Li Shizhen opposed the use of human blood or human organs as medicine. There are nonsense among the people that blood buns are used to treat diseases. I believe that God has heard of it, so he will be wrong in seeking medical treatment in a hurry. It is also out of concern for you. Master Yu should not blame him too much."

Yu Huacheng sighed, his tone became gentle and kind, and he said earnestly: "Silly child, my teacher knows that you care about me and cannot accept this for the time being, so he would say such crazy words. But people will die. Even if you can accept it calmly, why should you keep it a secret?"

Yang Tianchun also persuaded him, "Yes, God, you must take good care of Master Yu in the future. Don't be hit and lose your mind and will never recover."

Fang Muye also woke up at this time. He was indeed a temporary languish just now.

Yu Huacheng and Yang Tianchun didn't know that they had eaten the immortal pill of immortality. Even if they told them, they would not believe it. If they hadn't experienced it personally, they would feel unbelievable. The person who said this had a problem with his brain.

Fang Muye felt aroused, and he had an idea, so he apologized: "Master, Doctor Yang, I'm sorry, I'm out of control for a while."

Yang Tianchun smiled and said, "Master God, take good care of Master Yu. I will go back to the clinic first. I will prepare the medicine before I will send it to Master Yu."

Yu Huacheng said, "Thank you, Doctor Yang. Sanyan, you will send Doctor Yang on your behalf."

"Master Yu, then Yang said goodbye." Yang Tianchun carried the medicine box, nodded to Yu Huacheng, and left with Fang Muye.

When he got outside the house, Yang Tianchun said to Fang Muye: "Okay, God will stay and go back and take care of Master Yu."

Fang Muye hugged Yang Tianchun and turned back to the house.

"Master, please lie down and rest for a while. I will call you after the medicine is ready."

Yu Huacheng nodded and lay down under Fang Muye's service. Although he woke up, his symptoms of wind and cold had not yet recovered and his body was weak. After a while, he fell asleep.

Fang Muye sat quietly in front of the bed without moving a single step.

About half an hour later, He Xiaolan came to visit with more than a dozen packs of medicine.

"God, there is a patient in the clinic for consultation. My brother couldn't take off for a moment, so he asked me to bring the medicine here." He Xiaolan heard that Yu Huacheng fell asleep, so she didn't enter the room and stood in the yard and talked to Fang Muye.

"These two doses are medicines for treating wind and cold. Take one at lunch and evening. These ten packets are medicines for nourishing the native and Peiyuan. The medicine has a gentle effect and is suitable for the current body of the master. Take one dose every night. After you finish eating, you will give it to Master Yu before giving it to him."

"Okay, thank you sister-in-law, this medicine money..."

Before Fang Muye could finish his words, He Xiaolan said, "Don't mention the medicine money. The clinic is busy now, so I'll go back first."

Fang Muye was not polite and said, "Okay, my sister-in-law, go slowly."

The disease comes like a mountain falling, and the disease goes like a thread being drawn.

Although the wind-cold symptoms formed by Yu Hua will be cured in one day, his mental state is not as strong as before, and his body is not as strong as before. The obvious manifestation is that his appetite is reduced and his body is extremely afraid of cold.

Fang Muye bought him a few thick cotton coats. Every day, Wangwang braziers were burned in the room. Fang Muye was wearing a thin coat and was sweating, but Yu Huacheng didn't feel hot at all.

Seeing this, Fang Muye bought a hand stove for him, which is a charcoal stove that can be held in his hand, which contains charcoal ash with remaining heat, and he can hold it to keep warm wherever he goes.

After Yu Hua became ill, Fang Muye moved to Yu's house and took care of his daily life with his own eyes. He did not leave for a moment except for handling necessary matters.

When the weather was clear, Yu Huacheng sat in the sun, holding a hand stove, watching Fang Muye practice boxing and sword in the yard. When the weather was bad, Yu Huacheng sat next to the brazier in the house, and watching Fang Muye studding horses in the hall, his eyes were always filled with relief.

In addition, when Fang Muye gave Yu Hua to decoct the potion and nourishing medicine, he would secretly drop his blood in. Because he was not sure about the time to add the blood, he tried it in a different way, either when he first decocted, or during the decoction process, or after the decoction was done.

When Yu Huacheng took the medicine for the first time, he noticed something strange in the medicine. He sighed in his heart, but said nothing, and drank the medicine in one slightest expression.

After more than ten days like this, Fang Muye saw that Yu Huacheng's body did not improve, but instead became increasingly anxious and wondered if he had used the wrong method.

On that day, Yu Huacheng had just used supper and was sitting on the Grand Master's chair in the hall, leaning against the brazier to keep warm. Fang Muye walked in with a bowl of blood on his face, and knelt directly in front of Yu Huacheng: "Master, I beg you, you should fulfill your wish and drink this bowl."

Yu Huacheng felt sad and said with a hissing voice: "Why are you doing this? You add blood to the medicine for your teacher every day, for fear that your teacher will find out, so you dare not add more. As a teacher, you will regard your filial piety and do not expose you. Thinking that you will stop seeing it when you see it is ineffective. But you never thought that you have become more severe and hurt yourself so much. Why did you let your teacher take it?"

Unexpectedly, Fang Muye said quite scoundrelly: "Anyway, the disciple's blood has already flowed. If you don't drink it, the disciple can only pour it out. Master, if you have the heart to let the disciple's blood flow in vain, then forget it."

Yu Huacheng was so angry that he laughed: "You dare to play this with your master. Forget it, just once, don't add blood to your master's medicine in the future. If there is any more, your master will expel you from your master and commit suicide in front of you."

Fang Muye immediately smiled and said, "Okay, okay, the last time." He raised the bowl to the front of the transformation.

Yu Huacheng took the bowl and looked at the blood in the bowl with a complicated expression. After all, he sighed, closed his eyes, raised his head to drink.

Perhaps it was Yu Huacheng's forced death to work, or perhaps it was because he found that his blood might be useless, Fang Muye finally gave up this method.

As time goes by, Yu Huacheng's body becomes more and more tiring, describing his withered appearance and his mental state. He sits less and less every day. In February, he basically lies in bed and sleeps longer and longer.

After Yang Tianchun came to see it, he just shook his head and asked Fang Muye to prepare. If necessary, he could inform him at any time.

On this day, Fang Muye was guarding the bed, and Yu Huacheng suddenly woke up slowly, his eyes actually shining.

Fang Muye hurriedly approached the front half of the step, squatted in front of the bed, held Yu Huacheng's hand, and said with a smile: "Master, you are awake." But his heart sank all the way and reached the bottom of the valley.

Yu Huacheng asked with a serious expression: "Good disciple, do you still remember what the master told you, what is the barrier of practicing Xingyiquan?"

Fang Muye immediately replied: "Word is not about the body, the boxing method is sent to the divine court."

Yu Huacheng smiled and said indifferently: "Okay! OK! I will have no regrets in this life if my teacher can receive you, a good disciple, but..."

Fang Muye held Yu Huacheng's hands slightly tightened: "Master, I know, don't worry!"

Yu Huacheng showed a knowing smile on his face, and he looked at Fang Muye steadily until the brilliance in his eyes faded and he slowly closed his eyes.

Fang Muye felt ache in his heart, and two lines of clear tears flowed down uncontrollably. He put down Yu Huacheng's hand, stood up and took two steps back, then knelt in front of the bed, and kowtowed three times to Yu Huacheng: "Master, you have a good journey!"

On February 22, the fifth year of Guangxu, it was transformed into a huge distance and heavy snow fell on the sky.
Chapter completed!