Chapter 922 This Smell Always Makes Me Feel a Little Sinking

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The maid in red said: "Master, please wait a moment. I need to report to Madam Ming first."

Liu Wei nodded and let him do as he pleased.

The maid turned around and entered the room. There was a faint conversation inside, and Liu Wei didn't listen deliberately, nor did she care.

After a while, the maid came to open the door again and said to Liu Wei: "Master, please come in."

Liu Wei went in and saw that it was still a bit messy. The luggage was placed in the corner of the room. Behind the screen, there was slowly steaming water. On the only carved wooden beam bed in the room, Liu Wei could see the hazy scene inside through the gauze curtain. Woman figure.

"Thank you, sir." The maid in red said.

Liu Wei walked over and prepared to sit on the wooden chair prepared for her by the maid.

The maid walked beside Liu Wei. After Liu Wei sat down, she carefully opened a corner of the curtain and pulled out her wife's wrist.

Liu Wei nodded and began to feel his pulse.

The pulse is extremely weak and the wrist is hot, which is a symptom of high fever. It seems that this lady is not only infected with wind and cold, but also has a high fever.

"The condition is not serious, but my wife is weak. She really shouldn't be traveling in the rain. If the high fever is treated one day later, I'm afraid the root cause of the disease will be revealed."

The maid in red was very nervous: "Then now..."

"rest assured."

Liu Wei said: "I'll prescribe some medicine to bring down the fever first."

The maid hurriedly prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones, while Liu Wei waited nearby. When nothing happened, he saw a very shallow scar on the lady's wrist resting outside the tent.

The scar spread very deep. When Liu Wei looked at it, he saw that it had not reached the end of his sleeve.

From the outside, she looked like a wealthy lady who lived in a deep house. It was strange that she had such severe stab wounds on her body.

Thinking of this, and wondering if it was curiosity, Liu Wei stretched out her hand again and checked the pulse of the lady who had obviously fallen asleep due to high fever.

This exploration is not like the previous exploration of shallow veins.

Liu Wei checked her deep veins and found that many meridians in this lady's body were blocked. She must have been disabled or died young.

But this lady is definitely not young. I saw her walking just now. Although she was hobbling due to fever, she was not a cripple.

Then this person...

Liu Wei thought for a moment, frowned slightly, and continued to feel her pulse.

The result of this investigation surprised her.

When the meridians are blocked, it does not necessarily mean that the main meridians are blocked; it may also be caused by something going wrong in the body's meridians.

The so-called body meridian is the back meridian, which is another meridian nourished after a person practices martial arts.

And this lady actually belongs to the latter, which means that the lady's meridians are blocked not because of her physical weakness, but because of... the sequelae left behind after being disabled in martial arts?

Looking at the long knife marks on the lady's wrist, Liu Wei felt that this was not impossible.

The maid in red finally found pen and ink.

Liu Wei was not curious about strangers' gossip, so she took the pen, wrote down the prescription, and left.

Before leaving, the maid wanted to pay Liu Wei's medical fee. Liu Wei refused, and then shamelessly asked to try the cake again.

The maid was stunned for a moment, but she went to bring out a bag of cakes and gave it to the young man.

Only then did Liu Wei leave with satisfaction.

After Liu Wei left, the maid in red immediately gave the prescription to the coachman and asked the coachman to ask the waiter to buy the medicine. She went back to the room and called the sleeping master: "Master, Master, wake up, the water has been poured. , let’s warm up before going to sleep.”

The woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

The hazy vision drifted for a moment, then slowly condensed, looking at the maid in red next to the bed.

A smile appeared on the maid's face, and her voice became softer: "The water is ready, let's take a bath first."

The woman tried to sit up with some effort.

The maid in red quickly helped the lady up, put on her coat and shoes.

The woman was still a little drowsy and asked confusedly: "How long have I been asleep?"

Probably due to physical discomfort, the lady's voice was very slow and her tone was confused.

The maid thought for a while and shook her head; "It won't take long, just a quarter of an hour."

The woman remained silent, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone remaining on the table, and asked, "Has anyone been here?"

"He's a doctor." The maid said, "The young man who lives next door to us is a doctor. He accepted the cake and fruit sent by Uncle Feng from the shop owner and reciprocated the favor. He invited you to treat you, Mr. Feng."

The woman thought for a while and remembered that she had sent Uncle Feng to go to the next door. Because she had been suffering from wind and cold in the past few days, and her illness had become worse, she was okay when she fell asleep, but she couldn't stop coughing when she woke up, so she was afraid of disturbing her. Next door, I said hello first.

"He is a kind-hearted person," the woman said.

The maid nodded: "Looking like a straightforward man, he came here on his own invitation. This slave is not at ease. I wanted to report it to the master, but when I came in and saw you sleeping again, I didn't dare to disturb you. Speaking of which, the master yesterday and today You are extremely lethargic, and I am afraid that you really can’t afford to delay your condition. Now that we are settling down, why don’t we stay here for a few more days until you recover and then go on your way?”

The woman thought that delaying her illness would delay her journey, so she refused: "It will rain for two days, so let's take shelter."

At this time, the steaming bathtub was already in front of her eyes, completely closing the screen, and then the maid began to undress and undress her master.

In the next room.

Liu Wei happily ate the new bag of cakes and fruits. The more she ate, the more she wanted to eat them. After eating three more pieces, she licked her lips and praised, "I don't know why, but this taste always makes me feel a little depressed." .”

Rong Leng had almost finished reading the book "Pinghong Ce". Hearing her words, he raised his eyes and said, "It's just an excuse, but it's just greedy."

Liu Wei choked for a moment, then picked up a piece of cake unconvinced and handed it to Rong Leng's mouth: "If you don't believe me, try it. This craftsmanship is amazing."

Rong Leng didn't eat and turned his head.

Liu Wei handed it forward again.

Rong Leng dodged again.

Liu Wei was not happy anymore, so she stood up and walked towards him, took away his book, raised her legs, straddled his lap, put one arm around his neck, and said forcefully: "Eat." Then like a feminine bandit , stuffing the cake into the man's mouth.

Rong Leng was really worn down by her, so he finally sighed and took a bite.

The sweet and sour taste is not greasy, it is indeed a delicious food.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing Rong Leng swallowing it with a straight face, Liu Weicai threw the remaining half piece into his mouth, chewing it, and asked: "Who do you think made this cake? There were only three of them in the group. The coachman had rough hands and feet, unlike someone who knew how to cook such delicate food. The maidservant had a cold and stern look, and it was true that she was good at martial arts, but could she know how to do this girl's job? On the other hand, the lady, although I didn't see her appearance, , but judging from the outline, he should be a gentle man, was this made by the lady herself?"

Rong Leng reached out and hugged her waist to prevent her from falling on him, and then said: "Perhaps the cook at home will prepare it before going out."

"It's not like that." Liu Wei twisted another piece of cake and stuffed it into her mouth, chewed it for a while, and said, "The pulp is all fresh, and it should have been made in the last three or four days. The lady's illness has lasted for seven weeks." It’s been eight days, if you were still at home three or four days ago, how could you go on the road while sick?”

Rong Leng was noncommittal. He didn't have much curiosity about this kind of stranger he met by chance.

It was only when Liu Wei finished one piece and touched another that he stretched out his hand, grabbed her pastry and said, "You've eaten too much."

Liu Wei was stunned for a moment, then reached out and said, "Eat another piece, just one piece."