The man was stunned and stammered, "Fire is a sore? Sir, this disease... can there be... can there be a cure?"

Cheng Dexuan glanced at him, "The fire belt poison is affected by the heart and liver meridians. The heat poison is sad and the heart is stuck in the bladder and is blocked in the skin. This is wind poison. However, although this disease is fierce and tormenting when it is initiated, it is not without treatment."

Hearing that the disease was still there, the man was overjoyed. He was about to shake Cheng Dexuan's hand, but he was afraid that he would think he was pickled. He smiled embarrassedly, and retracted his hand and asked anxiously, "Sir, is there any medicine for my problem?"

Cheng Dexuan smiled slightly, walked to the Baizi Cabinet, and gently tapped on several drawers, "One qian gentian grass, two qian scutellaria baicalensis, two qian gardenia, three qian albicans, one qian angelica, two qian angelica, two qian bupleurum, one qian raw Rehmannia, one qian bupleurum, one qian raw licorice, two qian chewynia, two qian chewynia, two qian chewynia, one qian chewynia, one qian chewynia, and one qian chewynia leaves. In addition, you can use fresh purslane, wild chrysanthemum leaves, and one qian tummy and flower leaves to apply. After the blisters are broken, use Coptis chinensis or Sihuang paste to apply. If the blisters are not broken or the blisters are large, use a needle to pierce them, suck up all the blisters or make the blisters flow out to relieve swelling, pain and discomfort. The prescription is done in order, and there will be improvement in seven days."

After hearing this, the man frowned and gestured in his palm with his fingers for a long time. Suddenly he raised his head and stared at Cheng Dexuan with confusion.

Seeing him like this, Cheng Dexuan hurriedly smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if I can't remember it. I will write down a prescription and hand it over to you. You can do it as you do."

"But back then... you didn't say that..." The man suddenly said such a stupid sentence.

Cheng Dexuan was writing a prescription when he heard this, he suddenly stopped moving. The ink under the tip of the pen spread out little by little, turning into a black round spot.

"Mr. Cheng, you... didn't tell the villain this way. You said that the villain had four-bend winds. You had to smoke and bake the affected area with moxa sticks to relieve itching..."

When he said this, his voice changed, like a shrill wind suddenly blew outside the window, making people unable to touch or catch.

Cheng Dexuan's heart contracted violently. He raised his head and saw that his pretty face was gradually becoming swollen and white, like a steamed bun. His facial features became lighter and lighter, and gradually became swallowed by the swollen skin, turning into several thin slits.

At the same time, water droplets dripped along the man's hair and cuffs, forming a large dark water stain on the ground. When Cheng Dexuan noticed, his whole body was wet, as if he had just been salvaged from the water.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Dexuan's mind buzzed, and the chaos that had been lurking deep in the depths began to slowly dissipate, and his consciousness became clear and clear: Yes, there is no pharmacy in the Cheng family? Not to mention the Baizi cabinet made of high-quality mahogany next to him. He has not been an imperial doctor for many years, and he has left nothing beside him except a medicine box filled with dust.

And now the room he is in is clearly the imperial pharmacy in the palace, the place where he has been working diligently for a full ten years.

Thinking of this, his whole body was tightened, and he quickly turned his head to look at the "person" standing beside him whose body was swollen with soaking. His feet took a few steps towards the wall and murmured, "You are...you are..."

The man did not answer, and only stared at Cheng Dexuan with a pair of thin slit eyes, "Why are you lying to me? Why are you lying to me?"

After saying that, he rushed towards Cheng Dexuan like a bird prey. His wet clothes on his body cracked, revealing the swollen flesh inside and the poisonous sores blooming like plum blossoms on it.

Cheng Dexuan was so scared that his face looked like a dirt. In a panic, he bumped into the Baizi cabinet and knocked off the top drawer. The drawer hit his head, causing him to shudder and his eyelids opened. He found himself on the bed in the bedroom.

But before I could be glad, a familiar voice came from my ears, "Mr. Cheng, the reincarnation period has arrived. I will come to you to get the life you owe me in the initial form..."

Cheng Dexuan screamed, his body shook suddenly, and rolled under the bed, making a "bang", leading Cheng Qiuchi who had been waiting outside the door.

Seeing his father lying on the ground, Cheng Qiuchi was so panicked that he ran to the bedside, helped him up, and asked repeatedly, "Father, how are you doing? Are you hurt?"

Cheng Dexuan sat by the bed and gasped for a while, then grabbed his hand and took a deep breath, and said slowly, "I'm fine. I had a nightmare just now and accidentally fell out of the bed."

Seeing that his father was covered in cold sweat, even his shirt was soaked in sweat, Cheng Qiuchi felt a little puzzled, and asked, "Nightmare? Father, is it because he hurt his forehead that he was in a daze and had a nightmare?"

Cheng Dexuan waved his hand at him so tired that he whispered, "It has nothing to do with the injury. Maybe he was tired during the day, so he couldn't sleep well at night."

Hearing this, Cheng Qiuchi knelt down with a "thump" and choked, "It's your son who is unfilial, which makes you still worry about your son at this age. Father, my son is willing to let you beat and scold you. Please don't be angry anymore."

Seeing that gauze was wrapped around his ankle, Cheng Dexuan felt unbearable and sighed and helped him up, "Forget it, you always couldn't listen to it at that time. Now the raw rice has been cooked into white rice, so let's live a good life. But you have to remember one thing, Ziqian is pregnant with the flesh and blood of our Cheng family, so I don't care about that person, as long as you don't hurt the child in Ziqian's belly. Qiuchi, you should be able to handle this little thing well, right?"

Cheng Qiuchi closed his head, "Don't worry, my father, I will go and talk to Yushan. If it really doesn't work, I will find another house and let her move out and live alone. I will let her move back after Ziqian gave birth."

As the two were talking, they suddenly saw the candles on the west courtyard and heard a vague sound of broken footsteps. Cheng Dexuan sat upright, looked out the window carefully, and said anxiously, "This is the lit, Ziqian should have gone to bed long ago, why has the lights been lit again? Will something happen? Qiuchi, let's go over and take a look."

When Cheng Qiuchi heard this, he was shocked and hurried out of the bedroom with Cheng Dexuan and walked towards the west yard. When he arrived at the yard, he saw that Liu Ziqian's door was open and several little maids were in and out. He could vaguely hear a slight sob from inside.
Chapter completed!