"The ribs that were shattered haven't fully healed yet, so they need more rest."
The old doctor looked at Fan Jinchang's gloomy face and quickly added another sentence,
"It takes a hundred days to heal a broken bone. General Fan's injury wasn't a simple one. He'll need at least a year or two to recover..."
Fan Jinchang pursed his purple lips and waved his hand, "Go and boil the medicine."
Of course, he also knew that his health was not good enough and he could not travel long distances, let alone lead troops into battle.
But so what? The emperor’s order cannot be disobeyed.
Besides, they were going to capture the Shen family, and he would do it even at the risk of his life.
The Shen family deserves to be wiped out. How can they still call themselves kings?
As long as he is around, he will never allow any remnants of the Shen family to survive.
The old doctor sighed helplessly, responded, and walked out of the room with the medicine box.
Fan Jinchang raised his eyelids and looked at the personal guards following him.
"Go and ask the post station if they have a carriage or sedan chair."
It is not appropriate for him to ride in a sedan chair in the capital. There are so many eyes watching him. How can a general go to war in a sedan chair?
So he forced himself to ride out of the city.
This place is quite far from the capital. For the sake of his life, he should lie in the carriage or sedan chair for the rest of the journey.
The horses pulled the carriage much faster than he could ride a horse himself.
Just put a few more quilts in the carriage, and the horses will run faster without any more bumps.
The guards were stunned for a moment, then understood what Fan Jinchang meant and immediately went to find the people at the post station...
.......
Early the next morning...
General Zhong frowned as he watched Fan Jinchang's personal guards carry four quilts from the post station and spread them in the carriage.
"Tsk, what kind of words are these?"
"Like a woman, without any aura at all."
General Zhong stood at the door with his hands behind his back and snorted disdainfully.
Last night, the kitchen of the post station was occupied by Fan Jinchang's people. They were either boiling medicine or cooking porridge, and there was not even a stove left for him to use.
As a result, he had to wait nearly two hours before he could have dinner.
It was already midnight before the soldiers could have a sip of hot soup.
It's all Fan Jinchang's fault.
Fan Jinchang, who was wearing a cloak, glanced at General Zhong who was full of sour words and sneered.
"I can't compare to General Zhong. He's old but still strong. When we attack Fire Extinguishing City, General Zhong will have to lead the charge."
Old immortal.
If he wasn't so weak, he would have been beaten up long ago.
The military generals can only compete with each other, but it cannot be elevated to the level of families.
It’s a pity that his health is not good now. He can’t lie down flat at night. When he lies down, his chest hurts.
"Humph!" General Zhong snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves, and gave Fan Jinchang a cold look.
"Since General Fan has a carriage, we must speed up our journey today."
"Even if we can't make it to Menglan City tonight, we should be able to arrive by noon tomorrow."
Fan Jinchang raised his eyebrows, "Of course..."
After saying this, Fan Jinchang, supported by his personal guards, lay down comfortably in the carriage covered with four layers of quilts in front of General Zhong.
The old doctor hurriedly and considerately put two hot water bottles into Fan Jinchang's hands.
When he saw that General Zhong's lips were trembling with anger, Fan Jinchang smiled and asked his personal guards to close the carriage door.
"How ridiculous!" General Zhong looked at the carriage running away, his beard puffing and his eyes glaring angrily, and he glared at the old doctor viciously.
"This is simply outrageous. He doesn't have the dignity of a great general at all. It's simply..."
The old doctor's mouth twitched twice, and he climbed onto the horse with his medicine box on his back and chased after the carriage.
Only General Zhong, who was angry and jumping up and down, was left at the door of the post station, swearing.
.......
Danyun City...
"Have you arranged everything for the South City Gate?"
Magistrate Wen looked at Mr. Zhang who was walking hurriedly towards him with a tired face and helplessness in his eyes.
I lay in bed all night and couldn't sleep.
When Master Zhang went to the South City Gate in the morning, he called the doctor from the mansion and asked him to check the broken pill in the study to see if it was poison.
When the doctor touched it with a silver needle, the needle turned black visibly to the naked eye.
Is there any need to ask? It is definitely poison.
As for what kind of poison it was, the doctor couldn't tell at once.
Thinking about the poison he had swallowed, how could he sit still?
I felt like my butt was on fire all morning, staring at the big sun in the sky and wondering why it was setting so slowly.
It took him a long time to finish an hour, and he was so worried.
"I've explained everything." Master Zhang trotted into the living room.
"I watched the soldiers close the city gates and left reliable people there to guard them, forcing no one to enter or leave Danyun City."
Mr. Zhang pursed his dry lips and looked at the gloomy face of Wen Zhifu.
"My lord, what does the doctor say?"
When he left, he happened to see the doctor hurried to the study of Prefect Wen.
Looking at the expression on Magistrate Wen's face, oh, it must be poison.
However, he still asked with a 1 in 10,000 hope.
What if, what if Prefect Wen is not worried about this matter?
"......." Prefect Wen pursed his lips and raised his eyelids to look at Master Zhang, "Highly poisonous!!!"
"...Ah!!" Even though he was mentally prepared, Master Zhang's face turned pale with panic.
"Then...is there any way to detoxify?"
"...Not yet." Prefect Wen shook his head and sighed heavily.
"The doctor in the mansion is not proficient in detoxification, so..."
"I've asked the doctor to find someone he knows who knows poisons."
"But I definitely won't be able to get it done today."
"Ah!" Governor Wen sighed, and stood up with his hands on the table.
"It will take at least ten days to half a month to analyze the properties of the poison."
"We can't wait that long."
Chen Yong said last night that he would lead his troops into Danyun City this afternoon. He didn't have ten days or half a month to give him that much time.
"Ah!" Master Zhang sighed, his shoulders drooped, and he looked completely drained of energy.
“I hope Shen Yong can come to Danyun City on time.”
What he was most worried about now was that Shen Yong would go crazy and crush the poison.
It's really uncomfortable to have your life in the hands of a madman.
He woke up several times last night. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of Chen Yong crushing the poison with a sinister smile appeared in his mind.
Then----he became that little mouse, dead straight.
After one night, he seemed to have aged ten years.
This was much more frightening to him than being stared at and asked for money by Minister Jiang.
Minister Jiang was cutting flesh with a blunt knife. Although it was difficult, at least there was a solution.
Chen Yong was hanging them by their necks, ready to hit them on the neck at any time to solve the problem directly, without giving them any time to think of a solution.
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