Seeing this, these were enough to shock Du Du and Wei Xun.

But the most shocking thing is yet to come.

This disease is far from incurable!

——This disease can be cured!

There is a text recorded in the medical book - "For those who are anxious: remove the cinnamon twigs and add Poria and Atractylodes decoction!" Or - "The syndrome is caused by Da Bupleurum decoction."

——"Intestinal blood paralysis; Xiaojianzhong decoction syndrome, Guizhi plus Shaoyao decoction syndrome, Guizhi plus Dahuang decoction syndrome, etc."

This is…

For a moment, Du Du and Wei Xun looked at each other.

In their eyes full of shock, they seemed to have found a way to cure the master's "violent typhoid fever" in an instant!

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…

Changsha County, beside Laodao River, next to Luohan Village.

In Zhang Zhongjing's house, there was a faint sound of voices in a side room...

"Benefactor, benefactor, benefactor..."

Diao Chan was awakened by the nightmare, and she grabbed her forehead with both hands. Her eyes were filled with darkness, and she felt a sharp pain like thorns. She felt like she had been floating in chaos for a long time.

She had a dream about the night fifteen years ago...

She seemed to be woken up suddenly. With a "swish", she sat up from the bed and opened her eyes with difficulty.

She pondered for a long time and then said to herself.

——"Benefactor, Guan Gong..."

——"I...did I do something wrong?"

Yes, originally she was only thinking about her master, her two junior brothers, fairness and justice.

But...suddenly she realized a fact that could not be erased.

That is... that is... She beat the Dengwen drum, and the person she sued was the fourth son of the Guan family.

He was the son of Guan Gong who once spared her life under the moon!

this…

Diao Chan figured it out in an instant.

The sound of the Dengwen drum she played will have a great impact on Guan Gong's reputation. She...she is...

It was like he suddenly figured out something.

The story of fifteen years ago came into view one by one.

In front of the Tutu Temple, Guan Gong's words were vividly in my mind.

——"You go, your daughter Lingju, Guan will find a way to send it to you!"

——"Of course, you don't need to thank me. It's just that Guan's sword does not kill young and old, nor women and children."

"Ahem..." Thinking of this, Diao Chan coughed violently.

Huge hesitation and uncertainty swept through her body in an instant, making her feel as if she had hit rock bottom.

It also made her suddenly understand all this.

"I...I...that Deng Wen Gu...Guan...Guan Fourth Young Master."

"I...am I repaying kindness with vengeance?"

"——Ahem..."

For a moment, Diao Chan coughed violently.

This cough attracted the eldest disciple Wang Shuhe. Following the knock on the door, Wang Shuhe asked: "Senior sister...Senior sister, don't you have anyone?"

"Just now... just now many people from the Xinglin forest came, saying that they heard Senior Sister beating the Dengwen drum and they wanted to come to support us!"

"With so many people in Xinglin, if we go to the Changsha County Government Office tomorrow, I don't believe it... then the Fourth Young Master of the Guan family will not let them go!"

this…

Wang Shuhe's words reached Diao Chan's ears, causing her teeth to clench, and the guilt in her heart expanded and spread infinitely.

——"What should I do?"

——"On one side, I am my adoptive father and my savior, but on the other side, I am also my savior!"

Diao Chan suddenly figured out this matter and fell into great confusion.

She no longer knows...

Should…

what to do!

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…

A bright moon in the sky sheds its youthful beauty on the tower of Changsha...

The night in Changsha is extremely quiet.

On top of the city tower, Liao Hua quickly stuffed the letter into the carrier pigeon's lap and released the carrier pigeon with his own hands.

Watching the carrier pigeons soaring in the sky, Liao Hua's mood rose to his throat.

He kept urging.

——"Hurry up, hurry up."

Later, his eyebrows were raised tightly, and his face was filled with the four characters "There is no room for hair".

call…

Accompanied by a heavy exhale.

Liao Hua wiped the big beads of sweat on his forehead.

He spoke tremblingly:

——"Don't be...don't be, and you can't be a crow's mouth!"

At this moment, he didn't want to believe that the Fourth Young Master had a miraculous plan, and he even less hoped that the Fourth Young Master Guan Lin's words came true!

As Guan Yu's boss, Liao Hua couldn't understand it better.

Those boats were the key to Guan Jiajun's ability to sail across Xiangfan during the "rising water period", and they were all worth it.

Burned...the situation has changed

——The wind direction has changed!

——"Fourth Young Master, I, Liao Hua, beg you...it can't be a crow's mouth! It can't be a crow's mouth, please!"

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Chapter completed!