Chapter 88 Call Me Husband
"Wan'er, don't be afraid... I'll go with you to guard my brother."
Chunzhi stepped forward and gently patted Song Wan'er on the back.
"Yeah." Song Wan'er raised her hand to wipe away her tears, then reached out to help Chunzhi walk out.
The ground outside the door was covered with silver and the snow was very thick.
Song Wan'er was crying so hard that she was at a loss and couldn't even take care of herself. Huo Zheng was afraid that Chunzhi would fall, so he strode forward and picked up Chunzhi horizontally.
Chunzhi frowned and said, "Put me down..."
Huo Zheng said: "I'll carry you over there, it will be faster."
Song Wan'er wanted to say something, but because she had cried so hard before, no sound came out.
"Lead the way." Huo Zheng said to Song Wan'er.
He strode across the courtyard holding Chunzhi and headed towards the courtyard where Song Anlan was.
Huo Zheng was tall and had long legs, so Song Wan'er almost had to jog to catch up with him.
It didn't take long before Huo Zheng came to Song Anlan's bed carrying Chunzhi.
The servants and maids serving in Song Anlan's courtyard were all crying, and the housekeeper's brows were furrowed into a 川 shape.
The two doctors who lived in the Song residence were both in the room, one was giving Song Anlan acupuncture, and the other was running around anxiously.
The latter muttered, "This time the disease is really severe. Whether he can survive it depends on Master Song himself..."
Huo Zheng carried Chunzhi into the house and gently put her down.
As soon as Chunzhi touched the ground, she immediately walked to the bed and looked at what Song Anlan looked like through the gauze curtain.
Song Wan'er stood behind her, saying nothing, tears streaming down her face.
Chunzhi asked Doctor Zhao, "Didn't you say that as long as we could find the last ingredient, our brother's illness could be cured?"
"That's true." Doctor Zhao said, "But that medicinal ingredient is extremely rare. Young Master Song has had people look for it for ten years but hasn't found it. It seems that Young Master Song..." It seems that Young Master Song is about to die.
The doctor couldn't bear to speak directly in front of Chunzhi and Song Wan'er. He paused for a moment before continuing, "There's still no news about the medicinal lead. I'm afraid Master Song won't be able to wait any longer."
"Sister...my brother..." Song Wan'er pulled Chunzhi's sleeve, tears streaming down her face.
Chunzhi's eyes instantly turned red. "Keep looking. Even if it costs all the Song family's wealth, we must find that medicinal ingredient!"
The butler replied "yes", turned around and went out to tell everyone to continue searching.
Huo Zheng stepped forward and asked, "What exactly is this medicinal ingredient? Tell me."
"Sister..." Song Wan'er looked up at Huo Zheng, and then she remembered that the person in front of her was the powerful King of Chang'an.
If we could get him to help find the medicine, we would definitely get twice the result with half the effort.
Song Wan'er looked at Huo Zheng as if he was looking at a life-saving straw.
Chunzhi also quickly realized this and said in a hoarse voice, "Resurrection Flower."
Song Anlan saved Chunzhi on the Lishui River when he was on his way back from looking for Shenghua in vain.
Chunzhi had lived in the Song residence for more than half a year, so she knew that Song Anlan was looking for a rare flower that could bring back the soul.
As soon as Doctor Zhao saw Huo Zheng, he knew that he was an important person, and he immediately told him about the medicine.
Doctor Zhao said, "The Huishenghua is a miraculous medicine. Rumor has it that as long as you find it, no matter how serious the illness is, it can be cured. However, this Huishenghua only appears once every century, and it grows in the ice and snow on the cliffs. Whether you can find it depends entirely on luck..."
Young Master Song is a good man, but he has been searching for the Resurrection Flower for ten years and has not found it. It is obvious that he is just unlucky.
"How can we trust everything we hear?" Huo Zheng said in a deep voice, "Is there no other way?"
"No," Doctor Zhao said, "Young Master Song has consulted famous doctors all over the world over the years, even the imperial physicians in the capital and the miraculous doctors in the mountains, and they all said that his illness was incurable."
The only possibility is the resurrection flower.
Doctor Zhao said that although Huishenghua is a legendary miracle medicine, there is indeed a record of this miracle medicine in medical records.
A hundred years ago, someone was lucky enough to find the flower of life and saved a dying person.
This is definitely overloaded.
"Then I'll go find it." Song Wan'er raised her sleeve to wipe away her tears. "My brother shared his luck with me, which is why he is like this now. If I give my luck back to him, maybe I can find the flower of life."
"Wan'er!" Chunzhi quickly pulled her back. "It's snowing so heavily outside, be careful not to catch a cold!"
The Song brothers and sisters are all weak, and such heavy snow is too tiring for them.
"elder sister……"
Song Wan'er really wanted to save her brother.
As they were talking, the unconscious Song Anlan suddenly vomited blood, staining the light blue curtains red.
"Brother!"
Song Wan'er was shocked and immediately rushed to the bed.
"Brother..." Chunzhi also hurried forward to ask Doctor Liang, who was very busy, "How is brother?"
Doctor Liang pulled out the silver needle from Song Anlan's back, helped him lie down, wiped the sweat from his forehead and stepped back, sighing, "I have done my best."
"Brother..." Song Wan'er couldn't stop crying.
Chunzhi's eyes were also filled with tears.
How could...how could it be so fast?
She knew that Song Anlan was seriously ill and would not live long, but she never expected that this day would come so soon.
The two doctors were whispering something, their faces filled with shame.
They stayed in the Song residence for so many years, but they were unable to cure Young Master Song's illness.
There was a sound of weeping inside and outside the house.
Huo Zheng took out a white jade bottle from his sleeve and handed it to Doctor Zhao. "Take a look, can this life-extending pill temporarily relieve Young Master Song's illness?"
"Life-extending pill? You actually have a life-extending pill in your hand?" Doctor Zhao took the white jade bottle, opened it, poured the pill into his palm, looked at it carefully, and smelled it. He was immediately overjoyed, "It really is a life-extending pill!"
Another doctor, Liang, also took it and looked at it, saying repeatedly, "Really! Really! I heard that there is only one of this life-extending pill in the entire palace..."
The two doctors asked in unison, "Where did you get this life-extending elixir?"
Chunzhi's gaze also fell on Huo Zheng.
Huo Zheng said calmly, "It was just an accidental discovery."
In fact, how can it be accidental?
He was whipped a hundred times in the palace and returned to Nanzhou with injuries to continue searching for Chunzhi's whereabouts. He was injured and sick on the way and almost died.
This life-extending pill was sent to him by Queen Wang because she was afraid that he would die outside.
Huo Zheng survived that time and kept the life-extending pill.
This pill is precious, but Huo Zheng really can't bear to see Chunzhi's tears.
He said in a low voice, "Since it's useful, give it to him."
"Thank you, Your Highness, for the medicine!" Song Wan'er knelt down before Huo Zheng on the spot. "I have offended you before. Thank you, Your Highness, for the medicine that saved my brother. Wan'er is deeply grateful..."
Chunzhi stepped forward and was about to kneel before Huo Zheng, but he held her back. "Song Anlan saved your life, so I'll give him a life-extending pill. We're even now."
Chunzhi's eyes sparkled, "Huo Zheng..."
Doctor Liang said, "But Young Master Song's life is hanging by a thread. Even with the Life-Extending Pill, it can only keep him alive for a while longer. If we want the medicine to cure his illness, we still need to find the Life-Restoring Flower."
No matter how much money a merchant has, it is not as good as the King of Chang'an giving an order and having thousands of people come to help.
What's more, Huo Zheng is a descendant of a noble family, and he is blessed with good fortune. His luck couldn't be better.
Doctor Zhao said, "If you can help find Shenghua, everyone in the Song family will be grateful..."
Chunzhi opened her mouth to say something, but Huo Zheng spoke first.
He stared at Chunzhi and whispered coaxingly, "Call me husband, and I will help you find Shenghua."
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