Mengchangjun sweated profusely as he moved. The temperature inside the tent was relatively high, and the red and yellow flames swayed, casting rectangular shadows on the cowhide tent's tent cloth.

The bottle in his hand is a special kind of pottery uranium bottle, with a smooth and translucent surface, with a jade-green luster, unlike ordinary pottery bottles made by pharmacists, which are rough and earthy dark brown.

Rubbing the small medicine bottle, Mengchangjun closed his eyes and remained silent for a while.

The mouth was refreshing and moist, without the bitterness and dryness caused by excessive blood loss. It always felt like someone fed him something, which made him regain his strength instantly.

Opening his eyes, he pulled out the wooden bran stopper on the medicine bottle. The smell of medicine in the bottle was very familiar. He squinted his eyes and recalled it. It was very similar to when "Chen Rong" used to prevent epidemics in the camp.

The smell of the medicine I fed him.

He suddenly felt uneasy. He poured out the pills from the medicine bottle and saw that there were seven or eight round pills in total. He hesitated for a moment and fed one into his throat. The size and color were exactly the same as those he had remembered.

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His eyes widened suddenly, he pulled the thick cloak aside and draped it over his shoulders, and shouted outside: "Here comes someone!"

At this time, a crowd of people who were hurrying in and out were approaching the door. Within a few seconds, Feng Chen and other diners rushed in with excitement on their faces.

They were frightened and rushed there, and their hearts were full of panic and fear. However, unexpectedly, the man who was seriously injured and about to die actually woke up and sat up fine.

This time the fright turned into surprise. After being stunned for a moment, they all rushed to kneel on the ground and worshiped Mr. Mengchang a few meters away. With tears in their eyes, they expressed their inner excitement with all kinds of greetings.

There was a loud noise in his ears, and Meng Changjun felt dizzy. Don't they know that patients are most afraid of noise?!

At this time, Mo Jing walked in through the hall. On his shoulder was a small wooden box made of lacquered mahogany and made of three long squares. As soon as they saw him, they knew that he was here to treat their lord, so these people stayed upright and wiped their heads.

With tears in his eyes, he knelt and stepped aside, leaving a path for him to walk through.

"My lord is awake. I hope Mr. Mo will take a closer look to see if my lord is okay."

"Sir's high medical ethics are really admirable. The master's ability to wake up is all due to his efforts."

"Mr. Mo, let's take a look. Does the master's injury last long?"

The guests saw Mr. Mengchang sitting on the mat, but his face was dark and silent, and their hearts were confused. When they saw Mo Jing coming, they spoke like a savior and hurriedly asked for explanations.

Along with Mo Jing came Peinan and Zhang Yi, but they stood by the door and refused to enter.

It's not that I don't want to enter, but the space in this tent is limited, so I can't squeeze in.

Although they couldn't squeeze into the room, they couldn't just leave. They came here this time, firstly, to see how badly Mengchang Jun was injured, and secondly, to avoid gossip and show due concern.

Unexpectedly, I heard the servant yelling randomly before, thinking that Mengchangjun's illness had relapsed and that he was dying, but unexpectedly he woke up.

Peinan and Zhang Yi looked at each other, and only the two of them understood the final words in their eyes.

Mo Jing bowed his head and bowed, then knelt down and sat aside. He checked Meng Changjun's wound first and saw that his brows were furrowed, his cheeks were red, his lips were as red as red, and his forehead was soaked with sweat.

He understood in his heart, turned around and said to Feng Chen and others: "The patient should be quiet."

This sentence immediately made the chattering diners look dumbfounded, and they closed their mouths in shame. Sansan stepped back some distance, but the eyes that stared at Mengchang Jun's body showed no warmth at all.

retreat.

"Find someone to move some of the braziers out of the room. Now that Mr. Xue is awake, there is no need to be too hot." Mo Jing gave another order.

Even though he looks tall and thick, he is as rough and dark as a bear, but he is thoughtful.

Someone was alert and immediately went out to call the valet, who carried the brazier out for a few cauldrons. The temperature in the room immediately dropped, and it was warm but not dry. Wisps of cool breeze flowed through the cracks in the hall, and there was a slight feeling of fine snow refreshing the nose.

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After Mo Jing neatly checked Mengchang Jun's injuries, his hand movements stagnated and his expression looked a bit startled.

Why...

This is simply impossible.

The degree of wound healing was simply beyond his expectation!

He had seen Mengchang Jun's previous injury. Although he had not taken care of it personally in the past few days, Mo Jing was fully aware of how serious his injury was. How could such a serious injury be restored to this level in just a few days?

The doubts in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he couldn't help but frown.

Could it be that... it is a group of mengchangjun's disciples who usually only know how to sneak around, but there are really a few highly skilled medical practitioners who use the magic medicine to save his life?

Otherwise, none of this makes sense.

Thinking like this, Mo Jing's dark eyes looked at the group of diners surrounding the tent, trying to find the best one among these bad jujubes.

But... Mo Jing was wondering, if there was a magical medicine with such miraculous effects, in his memory, besides Gui Guzi and Nan Wu Yitu, which other sect could do it?

Seeing that Mo Jing was brooding all the way, his expression looked a little strange, Feng Chen bowed down, and his heart tightened: "Mr. Mo, is there something wrong with my lord's body...?"

Hearing this, Lord Mengchang glanced at Mo Jing.

Mo Jing came back to his senses and hid the expression in his eyes. He shook his head and said: "No, Mr. Xue's injury..." He paused and Fang Zhongzhong said: "It's healing very well."

It's so good, it's equivalent to a wound that someone else would nurse for a month.

After Feng Xuan and others heard this, he let out a long breath and showed comfort and peace of mind.

Mr. Mengchang had been silent just now, but after hearing what Mo Jing said, he spoke: "My injury is entirely due to Mr. Mo's treatment. However, it was indeed surprising to see Mr. Mo just now. Could it be that the healing of my wound surprised you?"

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Mo Jing looked at Mengchang Jun. He was probably still in a tired and weak state, and his eyes were half open and half closed, as if the person with these eyes was too lazy to open them because he was tired.

However, the aura in his body and eyes did not dim, but were extremely bright, like lightning, sharp and bright, with a persecuting power that made people tremble.

Mo Jing found it difficult to look at him as usual, so he half-closed his eyelids.

He did not deliberately conceal it, because he also wanted to know what happened to his injury, so he said truthfully: "Indeed, Mr. Xue's injury is really serious. Under normal circumstances, he must be lying in bed at this moment. It is difficult to

Move. But I see Mr. Xue can already sit up.

, although he is not able to stand upright and walk vigorously, his condition has obviously stabilized and his life is no longer in danger. Therefore, I am very curious whether it is due to Mo Jing's incompetence or which one of the experts around Mr. Xue took action to make Mr. Xue

The injury can have such a miraculous effect."

Mo Jing's words made everyone stare in surprise and look at each other, but they were completely confused. Only Mengchang Jun's mind exploded like some kind of hazy star, and merged with a clear outline.

He turned his eyes left and right, fluttered his eyelashes a little, clenched the medicine bottle in his hand that had become warm due to the cold, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice: "Where is Chen Rong?"

Where is Chen Rong?

Although everyone understands these three words, no one understands the meaning immediately.

They murmured who this "Chen Rong" was and why the Lord wanted to ask her, but soon, someone reacted.

Isn't this "Chen Rong" the young man who was inseparable from the lord before and was secretly considered by everyone to be the lord's favored male favorite?

Since they never looked at her directly, they kept calling her "Chen Rong" in secret, but they didn't immediately think that "Chen Rong" was her name.

When people around him saw that Mr. Mengchang had just woken up and looked for the young man, their expressions became a little stiff for a moment.

This young man is so favored. Now his life and death are unknown, and his whereabouts are unknown. How should they answer their lord so as not to run into trouble?

In the past few days, Feng Chen had used the power at his disposal to find out the details of "Chen Rong" and also knew her origins.

Therefore, he took a step forward and replied to Lord Mengchang: "Master, we have found no trace of Chen Rong around you."

When Mengchangjun heard this, his expression changed instantly.

"You, haven't seen her?"

He stared at Feng Chen as if he was eating someone, with flames flaring in his eyes.

Feng Xuan was forced to lower his head and nodded carefully: "Indeed."

Mengchang Jun suddenly punched the ground with his fist, knocking over the low table next to the table with his arm, and the pots and pottery placed on the table were smashed to pieces on the floor.

This crisp clanging sound made everyone's hearts skip a beat, and they hurriedly covered their eyes to pretend it didn't exist.

"Lord, be careful." Feng Xuan's face wrinkled into a ball, he stretched out his hand and spoke fearfully.

Mo Jing glanced at Meng Changjun in surprise, thought for a moment, and fulfilled the parental responsibility of a doctor and said plainly: "Your injury is not suitable for large movements."

Mengchangjun's face turned pale in pain due to the fierce action he had just taken. He pursed his lips and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead again.

He thought, at that time, she was hit by two swords, and her injuries were only serious compared to him. She couldn't move away at will. So where could she go?

"Why don't you go find it soon!"

A retainer wearing a long tassel sword and a samurai uniform stepped forward with clasped fists. He said, "Master, because we suspected that she was related to the assassin, we had already sent people to search for her in various places in the city, but no trace of her was found.

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"Have you searched both inside and outside Caocheng?" Mr. Mengchang glanced at him.

Martial law was imposed outside the city, and she was seriously injured. Whether she left on her own or was kidnapped, Lord Mengchang believed that she had never left the city.

Everyone else nodded hurriedly.

At this time, Wei Jian, who was standing at the end of the crowd but with most of his head still exposed, thought for a moment. He walked around the crowd, clasped his fists and said, "My lord, we have indeed searched everything, but...except for Beiwai Alley

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Everyone's eyes immediately focused on him.

Wei Yanhuhu's voice was very rough. He stared with a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his dark cheeks bulged from biting hard. His Chinese character face looked very upright and sincere. He said: "The largest area of ​​Caocheng is

This is the Beiwai Alley. Could Chen Rong have entered the Beiwai Alley like those thugs?"
To be continued...