Chapter 5 Jitian Medical Center

Cheng Zibai looked at their clothes. It was obviously the dress of a rich and noble family in the capital. If she was a lady in the capital, it was really impossible to know Wen Zhishu, so he turned around with a smile. After a few steps, I looked back and saw that Cheng Zifei and Murong Ming had gone all the way south.

He couldn't help shaking his head: It's really strange today. He actually sounded to a strange woman. If he was known by his men, his eyes would fall off! But for some reason, he always feels that the woman is a little familiar, but he has never seen that face.

Cheng Zifei was dragged far by Murong Ming before she saw Lan Xiang get out of a shop. Lanxiang held all kinds of rouge gouache in her hand and hugged them. When she saw them, she immediately said happily, "Miss, the rouge in this house is very fragrant. I bought a little bit of each of them. Go back to see which one do you like?"

Cheng Zifei shook her head. She doesn't like these things. It's far worse than modern cosmetics. Who knows if it will be poisoned when applied to her face? But today, she really wiped a lot of things to go out. Just now, she was worried about Lan Xiang. Now when she saw her coming out, she nodded and said nothing. The three continued to walk to South Street.

Soon I found the hospital, with a small facade, with a square plaque hanging on the eaves, with the four big words "Jitian Medical Center". Looking at the inconspicuous place, there was a long queue, and it seemed that there were many people seeing the doctor. Two pergolas were also built in the open space outside the door for people to rest and wait. Cheng Zifei looked at it and took Murong Ming and Lan Xiang to sit down.

Murong Ming couldn't wait. He wanted to directly put money in and jump the queue, but was stopped by Cheng Zifei. There is nothing left or right. It's better to wait and let this little prince also experience the feeling of equality of all sentient beings.

After a while, Murong Ming couldn't sit still again. More than a dozen people in front of him seemed to be seriously ill. They always went in quickly and came out slowly, which made people anxious to wait. He took a look and rubbed in front of Cheng Zifei and said with a smile, "Sister, I'll leave you the wallet. You wait here. I'll buy you some snack, okay?"

Cheng Zifei nodded and knew that he really couldn't sit still and let him play. Originally, he also wanted Lan Xiang to follow him, but Lan Xiang actually shook his head to accompany her here. She didn't say anything, and the two sat quietly under the pergola and waited.

After about half an hour, the people in front of her finally left, and it was her turn. There was a child coming out to guide the way. Cheng Zifei stood up and followed the child all the way in.

After entering, I found that there was a hole in it, which was not as narrow as seen outside the hospital. After a round, the child led the two of them into a big room, with a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

Cheng Zifei took a deep breath and began to take a good looking at the room. The room is very spacious, and the back two rows are small square cabinets, each with a small drawer, which obviously has a variety of herbs. There was a gray-haired old man sitting in front of the hall. When the old man saw her come in, he raised his hand and asked her to sit down.

Reaching out his hand to probe the veins and opening his mouth to look at the tongue coating. The old man touched his beard and asked, "How long has the girl had this throat? What foreign bodies have you eaten before you broke your throat? What's the abnormal feeling when you break your voice?

Cheng Zifei turned her head and looked at Lan Xiang. She didn't know all the questions the doctor asked, but only Lan Xiang knew.

Lan Xiang looked into her eyes and immediately answered cleverly, "In Mr. Hui's words, my lady's throat has been sick for more than seven months, and she hasn't eaten anything bad before she broke her throat. It was very uncomfortable when my voice was broken. I still remember that the day the lady grabbed her neck and cried, and then her voice changed.

The doctor saw that Cheng Zifei didn't say anything. He thought she hated her current voice and didn't care. He continued to ask, "I don't know if the girl really wants to cure it? The girl's poison is so fierce that it can't be dealt with by ordinary means. If I prescribe medicine for you, I'm afraid you can't stand the pain of healing.

Cheng Zifei nodded coldly: Sure enough, she was poisoned! It seems that she is also unsafe in the Cheng family, but I don't know who hates the delicate Cheng Ziqi so much?

The doctor saw that she looked resolute, so he opened a prescription and gave it to the child beside him: "Take three pieces of medicine according to the prescription, each in three packages, and wrap it for this girl."

The child went there and came back with the medicine bag in a short time. Cheng Zifei asked Lan Xiang to take the medicine, took out two pieces of silver and put it on the table, and turned around to leave. Unexpectedly, the old doctor said again, "Girl, please stay. The girl's voice is not curably cured by ordinary people. Today, I saw that the girl's face was resolute and must be harmed, so I tried to solve it. But this poison is extremely difficult to find. It can be seen that the poisoner is a master of poison. The girl must be more careful in the future. If you have any other discomfort, you can come to me again.

Cheng Zifei nodded and thanked, took out a burst of silver and put it on the table, and went out with Lan Xiang. But with her many years of latent experience, the old doctor's eyes have been staring on her back, and I don't know what the purpose is. Is the medicine he prescribed fake? Or did he know her identity, so he gave a reminder or warning? But when I went out today, no one knew except Lan Xiang and Murong Ming. What does this old man mean?

When I returned to the royal palace, it was already noon. Murong Ming bought a small snack and ate it happily alone. The weather was so hot that Cheng Zifei didn't want to eat, so she sat on the cool chair in the courtyard and ate some snacks separately.

Lan Xiang quickly boiled the medicine and brought it. Cheng Zifei looked at the steaming and dark soup and thought of the old doctor's last inexplicable words and took over cold.

Murong Ming smiled and said, "Master, I remember when I first saw you, didn't you drink medicine very well? Why are you afraid of suffering today?"

"Hmm." Cheng Zifei ignored him and thought about it for a while. Seeing that the medicine was cold, she brought it over and drank it in one breath.

Murong Ming quickly sent a piece of crisp candy to her mouth with a big smile on his face.

Cheng Zifei wanted to laugh, but she couldn't laugh. The throat is burning and painful, like thousands of knives cutting their throats together. She covered her neck and fell on the cool chair, and her body was covered with layers of fine sweat.

Lan Xiang and Murong Ming were stunned: This soup is not poison, is it? How did the princess become like this?

The two rushed to her together and asked in unison:

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"Master sister!"

Cheng Zifei was so uncomfortable that she couldn't speak. She couldn't even make a sound. Her throat was like fire, and the pain was unbearable. She clenched her teeth and shook her head. Now she understood what the doctor meant. It turned out that ordinary people couldn't stand this kind of detoxification at all. His last reminder may be that he wants to go to him when he can't stand it, right?