Chapter 1107 - The root of the disease
Chapter 1107: The root of the disease
Chu Yan asked: “Be clear, what’s going on?”
By this time, Song Lang no longer wanted to hide anything.
“She was under my cartilage powder medicine and was detained by me in a secret cabin at the bottom of the ship. If no one carried her out, she would never get out.”
“By the way, I have a maid who knows martial arts to accompany her. It must be that maid who brought her out. You look for her, maybe they were rescued by someone else.”
Chu Yan wanted to pull out his sword and cut his body into ten thousand pieces.
He knows that Bai Zhi can swim, but if she was drugged, how would she swim? She won’t have the strength to swim ashore at all. Even if that maid who knew martial arts carried her up on her back, at that time, who wouldn’t take care of herself first?
In that kind of weather, such a deep and wide river, and she was weak, can Bai Zhi survive?
His heart began to ache again, and it became more and more painful. He clutched his chest, suddenly opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell.
Zhou Awu was in a hurry, and hurriedly said to the prison head behind him: “Quick, go and ask the doctor.”
Song Lang sat up straight and turned towards Zhou Awu: “Am I not a doctor?”
Zhou Awu wanted to answer yes. Song Lang was a doctor, or a doctor with excellent medical skills, but is it alright to let him treat their prince?
Song Lang knew what Zhou Awu was thinking. A wry smile appeared on his desolate face: “I still hope he can find Bai Zhi, so why would I kill him at this time? Besides, I, Song Lang, never thought of harming him. ”
Song Lang helped Bai Zhi to solve the poisonous worms in the capital. Except for abducting Bai Zhi, Song Lang did not look like a heinous person.
Seeing Zhou Awu nod his head, Song Lang approached him. First, he checked Chu Yan’s pulse, then opened his eyelids to take a look, and sighed: “He is so anxious that it affects his heart. He has fever and chills, but he overworked himself and delayed treatment, no wonder he vomited blood.”
“How to treat it?” Zhou Awu asked.
Song Lang shook his head: “Medicine alone is useless, you need to rest. If you can’t rest, maybe better solve the root of the disease.”
Zhou Awu asked, “What’s the root cause of the disease?”
Song Lang retracted back to the corner and put his right hand on his chest. There was a dull pain in his chest. This was the root of his illness.
“Heartache, and all cold.”
“What does heartache mean? Will he have heartache every day from now on?” Zhou Awu asked again.
Song Lang shook his head: “It doesn’t hurt every day, but when he thinks of someone, he will feel heartache. When the winter is cold, he will be especially afraid of the cold. It’s not a fatal disease, but it should not be underestimated when it occurs.”
“Is there any way to keep his highness from experiencing these symptoms?” Zhou Awu asked.
Song Lang pointed to his chest and said, “If I had a way, it wouldn’t be so painful here.” He also suffers from heartache. Every time he thinks of what happened that night, he watches his relatives being mercilessly slaughtered, and every time he thought of that scene, his heart was twisting and hurting, and any painkillers were useless.
This was a kind of heart disease, unless it was forgotten, it will not be cured his entire life.
But how can he forget those painful memories? No medicine can make people forget memory!
Chu Yan was taken back to the bedroom by Zhou Awu. After the doctor came, he only said that he had contracted the cold, and nothing else was noticed.
Zhou Awu held a bit of luck and hoped that Song Lang’s medical skills would not be so good.
Chu Yan woke up in the middle of the night. After blinking blankly, he suddenly sat up.