At this moment, Mu Ling wanted to slap himself a few times.

Let you talk too much, let you talk too much...

But now it’s too late to slap. After all, he made the idea, and he has the obligation to take responsibility to the end. But will Can Changyang agree with what he said?

Jiang Huan smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Mu Ling, I'm optimistic about you."

"I don't care about myself." Mu Ling thought so.

Just as Jiang Huan teased Mu Ling, a man covered in blood rushed in, and Mu Ling reflexed to protect Jiang Huan.

"Young Master, are you okay?"

"It's okay." Jiang Huan shook his head, "Get out of the way first, I'll see who the person who fell to the ground was."

Mu Ling originally wanted to say that he would go and see it, but after thinking about it, he decided to let his young master go and see it.

"yes."

Jiang Huan slowly walked to the man and squatted down, "Ziyu?"

"What, Ziyu?!" Hearing this name, Mu Ling squatted down, "Ziyu, how could you become like this?"

Zi Yu lay on the ground covered in blood, motionless, and seemed useless to the dead.

"Don't worry about how he became like this. Go to the cabinet to find the golden sore medicine and give him a simple treatment. I'll ask Qianying to invite the imperial physician over."

Mu Ling nodded and went to search for the golden sore medicine.

Jiang Huan went straight to Qianying's house, "Qianying, go and invite the doctor!"

Qianying was frightened when she saw her master running away in anger and said something that made her look for an imperial physician. She was scared to death, "Young Master, what's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? Why do you want to find an imperial physician?"

"I can't explain it to you." Jiang Huan said, "It's urgent, hurry up and do it!"

"Yes." Qianying saw that Jiang Huan didn't say anything, so she had to give up and ran out like a flying one.

Seeing Qianying so anxious, Canyang was also confused, "Young Master, what happened?"

"Ziyu returned here covered in blood." Jiang Huan said with a stern face.

"How could this happen?" said Canyang.

"I don't know." Jiang Huan frowned, "Jiu fainted on the ground as soon as she returned to the main courtyard. Judging from the situation, someone should have been attacked by me. I blamed me for not asking Mu Ling to accompany him."

Jiang Huan was in a state of self-blame. In his heart, if Mu Ling and Zi Yu went together, both of them would definitely be back safely.

"Young Master, don't be sad. Ziyu is such a good person, and he will definitely turn bad luck into good fortune." Canyang said, gently patting Jiang Huan on the shoulder.

"I hope." Jiang Huan said.

Imperial Hospital.

Qianying had never been to the Imperial Hospital and did not know which Imperial Doctor had the best medical skills. In desperation, he had to pull an Imperial Doctor in his hand and run towards Wutongju.

Qianying was eighteen or nineteen, and the speed was much faster because the people in Wutongju were seriously injured. He pulled over the imperial physicians in about forty or fifty years, how could he stand the journey? When they arrived at the gate of Wutongju, Qianying let go of the imperial physician's hand. The imperial physician got a chance to breathe, and he kept patting his chest and breathing in fresh air.

But how could Qianying let the imperial physician get what he wanted? He pulled the man to his own room, "Young Master, the man is here."

"Come?" Jiang Huan didn't care about anything when he heard Qianying say, "Doctor, please follow me."

The poor imperial doctor was still suffering from the age of Jiang Huan, and his life was reduced by half.

Canyang wanted to follow, but was pulled by Qianying, "Cangyang, what's going on."

Canyang's face changed slightly, "Young Master just told me that Ziyu returned to Wutongju in blood."

"What?!" It was Qianying's turn to be uneasy, "Why are you still standing there? Go and see Ziyu!"

"I want to see, aren't you stopped you?" Canyang rolled his eyes.

For Qianying, Canyang and the other two were his brothers, and Zi Yu was also the ones. When he learned that something happened to his brother, he immediately pulled Canyang to the main yard.

Main courtyard.

Mu Ling helped Ziyu to the bed to rest, and picked up the handkerchief I got from somewhere and wiped his face. "Why haven't the imperial physician come back yet?" After the words fell, an anxious voice came from outside, "The imperial physician is here, the imperial physician is here!"

Mu Ling's eyes were shining, and he quickly walked outside, "Imperial Doctor, come and see, how is Ziyu?"

"Ah? Okay." The imperial physician walked forward with a blind face and sat on the collapse to diagnose Ziyu's pulse.

Although Mu Ling was worried about Ziyu's condition, she was not easy to disturb Ziyu's pulse when she saw the imperial doctor taking Ziyu's pulse, so she had to stand anxiously with Jiang Huan and wait.

When the imperial physician let go of Ziyu's wrist, "Imperial physician, is Ziyu okay?"

"Young Master Zi Yu suffered a serious injury, but fortunately, the wound was not very deep and there was no life worry."

"Then when will he wake up?" Jiang Huan said.

"The official will prescribe some medicines for Mr. Ziyu and treat the wounds at the same time. If nothing unexpected happens, you will be able to wake up tomorrow."

"Thank you, the Imperial Doctor." Jiang Huan nodded, "Mu Ling, go to the Imperial Hospital with the Imperial Doctor to get the medicine."

"Yes." Mu Ling made a gesture of invitation, "Sir."

It was confirmed that Ziyu would wake up soon, but Mu Ling did not fly back with the imperial physician like Qianying brought him.

"Yes, yes." Seeing that Mu Ling did not pull him running like Qianying, the big stone in her heart finally let go.

Imperial Hospital.

The imperial physician put the medicine Ziyu wanted to use in Mu Ling's arms and instructed, "This medicine should be boiled slowly over low heat, and it will be taken after about 30 minutes. However, there are a few flavors of this medicine that taste particularly bitter. If Mr. Ziyu can't stand it, remember to give him those candied fruits."

"Thank you, the Imperial Doctor." Mu Ling whispered, "Mu Ling hopes that if someone asks the Imperial Doctor who is sick from Wutongju, you can tell him that he is my son."

"Why?" said the Imperial Doctor.

Mu Ling sighed, "The Imperial Doctor also knows that the situation in the court is tense. As the master's right-hand man, there are many things that need his help. As the young master's right-hand man, Ziyu is often pulled out to do things. Now that he is injured, I think he must have been attacked by the opponent when he goes out, so he will be like this."

"It's pitiful." The imperial physician was also a loyal person to the Lord. When Mu Ling said, he sighed helplessly, "It's basically the people from the Lord and the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and it's really hard for him. Don't worry, if an outsider asks who is sick in Wutongju, the lower official will tell him that he is Lord Jiang."

"I'm sorry, sir." Mu Ling said, and left the Imperial Hospital with the medicine.

As soon as Mu Ling returned to Wutong House, she went straight to the kitchen to decoct medicine.

Thirty minutes later...

Mu Ling came to the main yard with a black face, holding a pot of medicine, "Young Master, the medicine is here."

After hearing this, Jiang Huan poured the medicine into the bowl and blew it. But when he looked up, he almost threw the bowl to the ground.

It’s not for anything else, but because Mu Ling’s face is so dark that it is really unique.

"You...wash your face and come over."

(End of this chapter)
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