The black horse carriage flew through the Eastern City and forced open the Vermilion Bird City Gate with two waist tokens. It ran along the straight official road to the Academy in the south.
Inside the carriage, Ning Que held Sangsang tightly, his right hand fumbling in the carriage wall, and kept gasping. He was in good health, and his breath became longer after cultivating the Great Spirit. He gasped not because of fatigue or hard work, but because he could feel Sangsang's body getting colder and colder through the thick quilt.
Finally, he found the small wine pot he had prepared before. Without any hesitation, he unscrewed the lid with his trembling fingers and handed it to Sangsang's lips. A strong smell of wine filled the carriage.
Sangsang closed her eyes tightly, and her sparse eyelashes trembled slightly. Her face was pale, and her slightly gray lips were tightly pressed together. She clenched her teeth so hard that the liquor Ning Que poured from the flagon could not enter her mouth at all. It dripped down from the corner of her lips and wet the bedding.
Ning Que looked at the dripping liquor and her weak face, and his body and mind were occupied by fear. He was so scared that he lowered his head in pain and held her tighter.
Sangsang had not fallen ill for a long time. To be more precise, she had not fallen ill since she left the City of Wei and came to Chang 'an. But today, she was so sick that it was more terrible than any illness in Ning Que's memory. So he was very scared and made a decision immediately. He did not carry her to the clinic, but boarded the horse carriage and rushed to the Academy in the south of the city.
There were no doctors in the Academy, but there were teachers and Senior Brothers in the Academy. Ning Que believed that as long as Sangsang was still breathing, she would be fine.
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It turned out that Ning Que's judgment was correct.
He ran into the clouds with Sangsang in his arms and came to the cliff plateau at the back of the mountain of the Academy. He shouted towards the lake. His Senior Brothers and Sisters who were still asleep suddenly woke up and came out to greet him. Seventh Sister was at the front. She was embroidering a picture of a butterfly cat before going to bed and didn't go to sleep until late at night. There was still an embroidery needle in her hair bun, and her face was still full of tiredness and annoyance for being woken up.
When she saw Ning Que's terrified expression and Sangsang in his arms, she immediately understood what had happened. The tiredness and anger on her face turned into seriousness. She didn't ask Ning Que anything. She just looked at Sangsang's pale face, took out the embroidery needle from her hair bun, and stabbed Sangsang's neck four times as fast as lightning.
The needle fell into the wind. Sangsang grunted softly, still frowning and not waking up. However, the pale color on her face faded a little, and the original light black color reappeared.
"Senior Sister … How is it?"
Ning Que looked at Seventh Sister and asked in a trembling voice. He didn't know that Senior Sister could also use acupuncture to treat people in addition to tactical arrays and embroidery. But looking at Sangsang's change, he suddenly had a lot of hope.
"The chill is attacking the heart. It's a little dangerous. I can only use needles to suppress it for now," said the Seventh Senior Sister.
Ning Que's arrival had awakened everyone by the lake at the back of the mountain of the Academy. Eldest Brother also appeared in the distance, but his movements were still so slow, as if nothing could make him feel anxious or anxious.
The Seventh Senior Sister looked at Eldest Brother and seemed to think of something. She became a lot more relaxed and shouted, "Senior Brother, drag Eleventh Brother from the mountain, but hurry up."
Eldest Brother was startled and turned back to the forest behind him.
The Seventh Senior Sister looked at Ning Que's anxious expression and comforted him, "It's not a big problem. You take Sangsang to the straw hut first. Teacher is there, and nothing will happen. Just wait for Eleventh Brother."
Ning Que didn't understand the meaning of the Senior Sister's words. If Teacher was willing to help, Sangsang would naturally be fine. But why did she have to wait for Eleventh Brother?
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The morning light gradually shrouded the back of the mountain of the Academy. It fell on the golden and jade-like grass on the eaves of the straw hut, and then reflected to the forest further away. The meadow surrounded by flowers and trees was bright.
Ning Que, Chen Pipi and others stood outside the straw hut, waiting for the news inside. Since last spring, Sangsang often went to the back of the mountain of the Academy. With her good cooking and quiet temperament, she won everyone's love and pity. At this time, knowing that she was seriously ill, the disciples of the Academy couldn't help but be very worried. Tang Xiaotang was so anxious that her eyes even turned red. However, Ning Que was much calmer than before.
Because Teacher had already woken up and was in the straw hut at this time. He believed that even if Sangsang had one foot in the Underworld, Teacher would be able to pull her back.
At this moment, Wang Chi walked out of the hut. Ning Que hurried forward. Wang Chi looked at him and said, "She was born with a weak body and has been suffering from coldness for many years. Every time this disease breaks out, it gets more serious. The longer it stays hidden and suppressed, the more serious the disease will be … I checked her pulse and confirmed that she suffered from a severe cold some time ago. Recently, she has been overthinking. That's why she is like this now."
Ning Que asked, "Will she be okay?"
Wang Chi said, "Seventh Sister pressed her pulse with golden needles in time. I decocted a medicine for her, and it should be able to slightly reduce the cold. It's not a big deal. Just pay attention to keep warm in the future, and don't dare to catch a cold."
Hearing this, Ning Que suddenly relaxed, and suddenly felt that his legs were a little weak.
Wang Chi suddenly thought of something and looked at him confusedly and asked, "Youngest Brother, Sangsang's disease came from her mother's womb, and it must have broken out many times in the past years. There are no good doctors in the City of Wei, and only a group of quacks in Chang 'an. How did you manage to keep her alive until now?"
When Sangsang was young, Ning Que often took her to see a doctor. The money that he had painstakingly saved was basically spent on the medicine shop, but it was of no use. Later, he found a way to help Sangsang survive until today. Hearing his Senior Brother's question, he did not dare to hide anything and answered honestly, "Later, every time Sangsang got sick, I would make her drink a big bag of liquor."
Second Brother had been standing silently outside the hut without any expression on his face. At this time, when he heard that Ning Que had been treating Sangsang with liquor all these years, he suddenly frowned and looked extremely unhappy.
Wang Chi thought for a moment and nodded, "This is indeed a good way. Although the pulse warming with liquor can only temporarily treat the symptoms, it is much cleaner than those rotten medicines."
Fortunately, there was such an evaluation, or Second Brother would never spare Ning Que.
Watching Wang Chi's figure disappear in the flowers, Ning Que only today knew that Eleventh Brother, who loved to talk about the Flower Addict, turned out to be a divine doctor. Thinking of the Flower Addict with a head full of petals when he first entered the Back Mountain, Ning Que could not help but feel a little worried and asked, "Is Eleventh Brother … reliable?"
Seventh Sister said, "Eleventh Brother has spent his whole life on flowers and plants. How can he be compared to Lu Chenjia, the Flower Addict, who only loves the appearance but doesn't know the soul? He can recognize all the flowers and plants in the world, and he is proficient in all kinds of herbal medicine. He is the most reliable doctor."
Hearing this, Ning Que finally felt relieved, but not completely. In his opinion, the most reliable person in the world was of course his teacher, and he had to listen to what his teacher had to say.
The hut was open on all sides, and only a few screens were placed on the platform. There was a big couch inside, which was the residence of the Headmaster of Academy. At this time, Sangsang was lying on it.
Sangsang had woken up for a while, but now she fell asleep again under the effect of the medicine. Tang Xiaotang put the medicine bowl aside and wet the towel with boiling water. She wrung it until it was half wet, and then carefully placed it on her still cold forehead. Then she held her little hand and whispered something.
Looking at this scene through the screen, Ning Que felt very grateful. Then he looked back at the Headmaster of Academy and asked worriedly, "Teacher, you see … Is she alright?"
The Headmaster of Academy got up much earlier than usual today, so he was in a bad mood. However, he thought that Ning Que's mood must be even worse, so he refrained from scolding him.
He held a bowl of lotus seed porridge and blew on it, saying, "What can happen? She'll be fine as long as she basks in the sun. "
These words seemed very irresponsible, but Ning Que was really relieved. Since the Headmaster of Academy said that she was fine, then Sangsang must be fine. But … would basking in the sun help?
He walked to the Headmaster of Academy, took the bowl of lotus seed porridge, and stirred it carefully with a spoon. He asked with unprecedented respect, "Teacher, Sangsang's body … Didn't you say that she was fine last time?"
The Headmaster of Academy said, "She was born with a weak and cold body, and has not received proper treatment for all these years. No one knows how much cold aura has accumulated in her internal organs and bone marrow. Fortunately, she had the Lucky Chance to become Wei Guangming's disciple, and was able to obtain Wei Guangming's Divine Light. Naturally, she can suppress the cold aura. As time passes, the Divine Light in her body will be able to turn the cold aura into nothingness. I told you that she was fine that day, so she is fine. Are you questioning me?"
After confirming that the lotus seed porridge was cold, Ning Que respectfully handed it over and said humbly, "Teacher, your words are a slap in my face. I just don't understand what is going on."
The Headmaster of Academy looked at him and said sarcastically, "You have to ask yourself what is going on. She was originally a sickly little girl, but she was brought by your heartless master to fight with Xiahou … Is Xiahou so easy to kill? In order to help you, she shone brightly on the cliff that night and used up all the Divine Light in an instant. The cold aura in her body had been suppressed for many days, and suddenly regained its freedom. Naturally, she would find an opportunity to rebel. I don't know how you bullied her recently, making her lose her composure, which is rarely seen. That's why she is in danger today. "
Ning Que was silent, thinking that it was all his fault. But Sangsang was quiet and even a little dull. Something that could make her lose her composure … Could it be an engagement?
"Teacher, since she is born with a weak and cold body, how can we get rid of the root cause?"
The Headmaster of Academy took a sip of the lotus seed porridge and nodded with satisfaction. He said, "As I said before, it is very simple to cure her. Bask in the sun and practice the Divine Skill. When you master the Divine Skill, the little girl will recover naturally."
Ning Que thought of the long journey and asked tentatively, "It is a long way to the Lanke Temple. She is weak now, can I … not go?"
The Headmaster of Academy was furious and scolded, "Which family are you from? Can't you walk without the little handmaiden's service? Even if she needs to recuperate, you can go yourself. Besides, the Buddhism Sect has its own set of skills. I admire the little monk's medical skills in the Lanke Temple. Are you going or not? "
Ning Que said helplessly, "I'll go. Teacher, why are you so angry?"
The conversation between the Headmaster of Academy and Ning Que had already made the disciples in the hut want to laugh. When they heard Ning Que's last sentence, they finally could not help but laugh out loud.
Eldest Brother did not laugh. He looked at Sangsang on the couch, his face full of worry and pity.
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