Lang Ting carried Yuan Zhimei on his back and ran quickly towards the Taiyuan Hospital.

He was so excited and worried that he didn't even notice that not far behind him, Qin Xinglie and Gu Zhao had followed.

Qin Xinglie and Gu Zhao fluttered across the palace wall and hung up behind them. Neither of them spoke, but their eyes met each other, and they both sensed something was wrong.

Yuan Zhimei reacted so violently to the disfigurement, but she chose to go to Taiyuan Hospital. This behavior seemed normal, but upon reflection it was very abnormal.

Who doesn’t know that there are also various factions in Taiyuan Hospital?

It can be said that because of its special status, the imperial hospital will inevitably be involved in harem battles, and harem battles are often a continuation of the political struggles of the previous dynasty.

Many palace concubines were very vigilant and did not dare to use uninformed imperial doctors to diagnose and treat even minor illnesses.

What's more, Yuan Zhimei's face was disfigured this time, and she was very concerned about it. If she didn't have a trustworthy doctor in the Tai Hospital, she would definitely not choose to go to the Tai Hospital for treatment in the first place.

In other words, Qin Xinglie cleaned up Yuan Zhimei's men, but did not find that there were any confidants of Yuan Zhimei in the Taiyuan Hospital.

Thinking about Qin Xinglie’s diagnosis and treatment experience in Taiyuan Hospital, it’s not shocking!

Seeing that Lang Ting was about to arrive at the entrance of the Taiyuan Hospital, Yuan Zhimei whispered something. Lang Ting paused, then turned and walked along the wall of the Taiyuan Hospital.

When they reached a deserted place, Lang Ting carried Yuan Zhimei on his back and flew over the wall without taking the main entrance at all.

The place where Lang Ting settled was in a remote corner.

Yuan Zhimei reluctantly raised her head and looked around, then whispered, "Go forward and turn right at the end."

Following Yuan Zhimei's instructions, Lang Ting turned two corners and came to the door of a small courtyard.

Behind the yard are rows of warehouses.

The courtyard is very simple, with low walls, fences, and only three dilapidated thatched huts. It looks like a place where warehouse guards live.

Lang Ting's expression changed, as if he had thought of something.

"Why are you still stunned? Come in quickly." Yuan Zhimei was anxious and urged.

Lang Ting put away the expression on his face, pushed open the fence door with one hand, and walked into the yard.

"Who dares to disturb me at this time..." A man's voice came from the hut, "Huh? The smell of blood? Who is injured? No, it's Xiaomei!"

There was a jingling sound, the wooden door of the hut was pushed open forcefully, and a short man ran out.

His hair and beard were shaggy, covering most of his face, leaving only a pair of triangular eyes and a flat nose.

Moreover, it also appears that his head is particularly large and his body is particularly short, especially his legs.

But seeing him, Lang Ting's expression couldn't help but change, full of fear.

"Brother Min!" Yuan Zhimei cried when she saw him, "My, my face is ruined!"

The man with the big head and short legs roared, "What? Who dares to ruin my little sister's face? Doesn't he want to live? I'm going to catch him right now and let him taste a hundred kinds of poisons!"

Lang Ting carefully placed Yuan Zhimei on the ground.

"Brother Min..." Yuan Zhimei raised her face, and as soon as Brother Min saw the wound on her face, he cried out in distress.

"Quickly, let me show Xiaomei." He turned around and scolded Lang Ting, "You loser, I gave Xiaomei to your protection. Look at you, you actually made Xiaomei suffer like this."

Big injury! What’s the use of keeping you!"

Lang Ting's eyes were a little dissatisfied, but he didn't say a word and silently supported Yuan Zhimei into the hut.

Gu Zhao and Qin Xinglie couldn't help but look at each other again, and it was obvious that they both had guesses about the identity of this "Brother Min".

Poison doctor!

Gu Zhao had spent a lot of time inquiring before, hoping to find a miracle doctor to remove various toxins from Yuan Fu's body and save his life.

None of the imperial doctors can guarantee that they can do it, but many doctors say that there is a famous poison doctor in the world. He has a bad temper, but his poison and medical skills are very powerful. If only one person can solve Yuan Fu's problem

If there is a problem, it must be this poisonous doctor.

Gu Zhao made many inquiries, but the whereabouts of the Poison Doctor were elusive. Even with the help of such a giant as the Control He Division, he could not really find the whereabouts of the Poison Doctor.

But in the process of inquiring, Gu Zhao also learned a lot about the poison doctor's appearance.

Today's Brother Min has almost the same appearance and characteristics as the legendary poison doctor!

But it seems that the relationship between the poison doctor and Yuan Zhimei is very close, so why did Yuan Zhimei never let the poison doctor take action to treat his son's poison?

Gu Zhao's brows furrowed and anger arose in his heart.

At this time, Qin Xinglie stretched out his hand and gently held her hand, "Don't be angry."

Ever since that rainy night in Yu Chongshan, he had no longer expected anything from this mother. Yuan Zhimei's every move after that only proved that it was wise for him to give up.

Because Yuan Zhimei had already given up on him.

He woke up too late, so that the woman he loved was hurt by Yuan Zhimei.

Once you realize that Yuan Zhimei only uses him and has no motherly feelings, then many of her actions are not surprising at all.

The two held hands and landed in the corner behind the hut, listening to the movement in the hut.

"Trash, trash!" Brother Min kept scolding, "I have been with Xiaomei for thirty years, and I have always protected Xiaomei completely. Even the emperor and queen cannot harm a hair of Xiaomei."
Chapter completed!