Rest the next day.

early morning.

The dosage of sleeping pills in the medicine Feng Ke gave him was probably quite high, so Lian Shenwei woke up much later than usual.

His health is not as good as it was when he was young. Now he has many taboos when taking medicine and eating. He basically cannot eat some foods containing medicine.

Daily diet is controlled by Feng Ke.

After catching a cold last time, he had been taking supplements almost every day. If it were someone else, they would have gotten a sore throat long ago, but Lian Shenwei adapted well and managed to get his body back to the state it was before the cold, and his face also looked a little healthier.

Feng Ke felt a great sense of accomplishment about this. He inexplicably remembered a sickly and listless cat he had raised when he was a child, but which he later cured and turned into a lively cat.

He was more pleased with Lian Shenwei, at least he was no longer sarcastic and critical of him.

Although I can't restore this childhood friend to his former self, as long as nothing goes wrong and I take good care of him, at least he won't die young.

Feng Ke thought so and took Lian Shenwei's pulse before breakfast as usual.

Lian Shenwei was still a little sleepy after waking up from this sleep, and said, "I can't take this medicine every day. The dosage of sleeping pills is too high."

"I know. Alternate between the two. When you don't have to go to court or don't want to go, take the one with the sleeping ingredient. The rest of the time, take the same one as before."

Feng Ke calmly withdrew his hand and took a few drops of Lian Shenwei's fingertips' blood and dropped them into the jade bottle.

"I've used up the last one, so I'll take some more. Also, how much medicinal herbs do you think you have left in this world?"

Lian Shenwei closed his eyes and didn't look at Feng Ke's silver needle: "...I've told you so many times that you can use a knife to draw blood. I don't want to see the silver needle."

Feng Ke was speechless: "If I were you, I would worship the thing that saved your life as if it were my ancestor."

While the two were talking, Tiannan brought today's breakfast. After Feng Ke checked it, he placed the healthy food that was easy to grow meat closer to Lian Shenwei: "Eat, eat more."

“…”

For some reason I don't really want to eat.

Just as he was about to pick up his chopsticks, Ming Cang appeared in a hurry with a cold face, breaking the relatively peaceful and comfortable breakfast atmosphere. She said in a solemn tone: "Master, something happened to the young marquis!"

"Hold down the young marquis! Hold him down now!"

A strong smell of blood wafted from Li Ningfeng's bedroom. He was surrounded by a group of imperial doctors, who held down his upper body. His legs, which were exposed from below, were already covered in blood.

His eyes were bloodshot, his arms were holding onto the edge of the bed with veins exposed, and he was biting a piece of cloth in his mouth.

Ying Jingjue took a look outside and was extremely anxious.

Early this morning, Marquis Zhongyi hurried into the palace. Eunuch Li did not dare to stop him. As soon as the old marquis entered, he knelt in front of Emperor Jingcheng's bed with tears streaming down his face.

The man of steel kept kowtowing and asked the imperial physician to go to the mansion.

Emperor Jingcheng was confused by what he heard, so he first sent the imperial physician from the Imperial Hospital to the Marquis's residence before he had the heart to hear what had happened.

After Li Ningfeng fell asleep last night, the internal energy in his meridians suddenly expanded and became chaotic and uncontrollable. He was about to explode and die. In desperation, he forced most of his internal energy into his legs...

The head of the Imperial Hospital wiped his bloody fingers, looked at Li Ningfeng's bloody leg and sighed. At least, his life was saved.

He walked out, and the old marquis and the prince outside surrounded him. Ying Jingjue looked at the regretful look on the head of the courtyard, and his heart sank, but he still asked without giving up: "How is the situation in Ningfeng?"

The head of the courtyard looked back into the room and met Li Ningfeng's eyes that still contained hope. He paused, asked the crown prince and the old marquis to step a few steps away, and then lowered his voice and said, "Your Highness, old marquis, I suggest... it is better to remove the young marquis' legs as soon as possible. After a few years, when he has adapted, he can get a pair of iron legs. At least he can still survive."

Ying Jingjue was confused and murmured, "How could this happen?"

When they found the dirty money yesterday, it was still fine. They even planned to sneak out to Zuixian Pavilion to have a good meal.

The old marquis trembled, took a step forward, and tightly grasped the doctor's hand, saying in a harsh voice: "... Lord Jiang, please think of a solution. I beg you, Feng'er is not even twenty years old. How can he be as disabled as I am and be trapped in this world for the rest of his life..."

"Our Li family is full of loyal and brave people, and Feng'er is the only one left. Lord Jiang, Doctor Jiang, please think of a way. You will definitely be able to cure him."

His right leg was cut off three years ago, and then it froze to death in the ice and snow, so it had to be cut off. But Li Ningfeng became like this for no reason, it was obvious that he was framed!

Who wants to harm his son?

Ying Jing decided to appease the old marquis first, and then said to Doctor Jiang: "Please tell me why Ningfeng has become like this."

Doctor Jiang explained the whole story.

The internal energy was chaotic and surging, but the reason could not be found.

In general, it is possible that he was framed by a villain, or it is possible that Li Ningfeng went astray in his practice.

Ying Jingjue was silent for a long time after listening to this. He knew how proud Li Ningfeng was. Could such a man accept his life without legs in the future?

"Ning Feng's legs...?"

Doctor Jiang sighed.

Indoors.

The light in Lian Ningfeng's eyes gradually faded away, and his eyes became extremely dark.

His current state of mind had not fallen, and he could hear most of the conversations that were being conducted away from him.

His legs were still in great pain, but he had no strength to struggle. The towel he was biting loosened, and he lay on the bed with a pale face, allowing the imperial physicians and folk doctors who came and went to treat his legs.

The news still got out.

However, people outside only knew that the young marquis was injured while practicing martial arts and was bedridden and needed to recuperate. The matter of his legs was sealed up by Emperor Jingcheng, who personally issued a death order and killed a number of people.

The common people who did not know the truth admired Li Ningfeng for his devotion to the country and for getting injured in a hurry in order to improve his own strength. Some people even went to the gate of the Loyalty Marquis's mansion in person and delivered vegetables and eggs grown in their own vegetable gardens.

After a day of formal treatment, the imperial physician said that Li Ningfeng could now barely eat. Ying Jingjue personally came in with a bowl and pretended to be relaxed: "Come, come, eat."

Li Ningfeng did not respond.

After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "I don't want to eat."

Ying Jingjue paused and said, "You will get better faster if you eat it."

"Can it be healed?" Li Ningfeng smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, don't lie to me. I heard everything you said outside. Can my leg be saved?"

“…”

Ying Jing decided to remain silent.

Li Ning closed his eyes and clenched his hands tightly under the quilt.

He couldn't imagine his future life, or rather, in the past nineteen years of his life, he had never thought that one day he would lie in bed and lose his legs forever.

Li Ningfeng remembered the time when his father lost his right leg and returned from the border.

He had seen his father, who had fought bravely on the battlefield, become decadent and depressed, and look at his empty legs with powerlessness and despair, until he had iron fittings put on his legs and then he felt better.

And he is more serious than his father.

Even with a prosthetic leg, he still found it difficult to stand up. Lying on the grave-like bed, his bones smelled like death, and he watched helplessly as he turned into a useless person...

Li Ningfeng couldn't accept it.

"I don't want my legs broken," he said.

really.

Ying Jingjue felt heavy in his heart: "Ning Feng, Doctor Jiang said that if your legs are broken, you can still live, but if your legs are rotten, you will die."

Li Ningfeng opened his eyes and said, "Father will definitely let me live, Your Highness, for the sake of our brotherhood, if you don't want to see me suffer a fate worse than death, then give me a release."

"no!"

Ying Jing said decisively: "I will do my best to save your leg. I have already sent people out to find talented people in the martial arts world."

"The Feng family! You know the Feng family! I will definitely be able to invite them over!"

Li Ningfeng was stunned.

He knew the Feng family, which was very famous. It was said that the family had been passed down from generation to generation for six generations, and every descendant was very precious.

The Feng family's fame is not only reflected in their medical skills, but also because their location is not fixed, they are small in number, and they travel around all year round.

One of the Feng family's family rules is that those who have no affinity with the disease should not be treated.

Over the years, countless people have sought medical treatment, and even if someone was lucky enough to contact the heir of the Feng family, they were kept out by this rule.

Many people refused medical treatment, but many were cured by them. Unless there was a life-and-death feud, no one was willing to offend the famous Feng family doctor.

Even though it was slight, a glimmer of hope surged uncontrollably in Li Ningfeng's heart.

His tense spirit relaxed a little. He didn't know what medicine the people in the Imperial Hospital used, but his legs no longer hurt, but he felt hot. He reluctantly ate something, but couldn't fight off the fatigue and sleepiness.

Ying Jingjue said, "Go to sleep. It's no accident that you've become like this. I've been here for the past few days. Think carefully about whether there's anything wrong with you recently."

Li Ningfeng agreed, but as the drug took effect, he became very weak, half unconscious and half asleep, and soon lost all movement.

It's late at night.

An indescribable fragrance spread into the mansion, and the sleeping people slept even more deeply.

Two figures dressed in black and wrapped in towels fell to the ground silently.

Feng Ke let go of Lian Shenwei's shoulders and sighed. The former...now Regent of Dasheng actually did something like sneaking into the rooms of decent women and men at night.

Lian Shenwei couldn't use his internal energy, so he naturally couldn't perform Qinggong either. He could climb over the wall, but to sneak in quietly, he needed Feng Ke's help.

"Don't worry, this fragrance comes from Meng Po soup, which can cause amnesia. Just a little bit of it will make people unconscious and fall into sleep," Feng Ke glanced at him and comforted him softly, "Even if the person is dead, I can get him back from King Yan for you."

Not to mention anything else, just the generations-long friendship between the Feng family and the Lian family, and Li Ningfeng being the current heir of the Fudu Villa, he would save them no matter what.

His father is the same here.

Lian Shenwei was still thinking about Li Ningfeng, so he was slow to respond, "Meng Po soup? The kind I asked you for last time?"

"right."

"I remember when Jing Jue was taken away, he took the royal family's secret medicine, which is a medicine that can make people forget the past. Is there any conflict between your Meng Po soup and what he took?"

"This..." Feng Ke groaned, "I don't know the ingredients of the royal secret medicine, but it should be fine. After all, he has been taking it for so many years, and there is no sign of memory recovery."

Lian Shenwei felt relieved and stopped talking about it. The two of them quickly walked towards Li Ningfeng's bedroom.

The boy on the bed was sleeping uneasily.

The imperial physician and the servant who were taking care of him by his bed had both fallen into a coma.

Feng Ke lifted the quilt to look at his legs. The moonlight from outside shone in. After he saw clearly, he took a breath and said, "Guo?"

The legs were bruised and black, and even after treatment, the pus was still flowing out. The medicine applied was only a temporary solution and not a permanent cure. The doctors in the Imperial Hospital rarely came into contact with witchcraft and sorcery, and no one could tell that this was not an ordinary injury.

Lian Shenwei: "What kind of a dragon?"

Feng Ke's eyes darkened. He took out a long glass needle, picked out a piece of rotten meat, put it to his nose and smelled it, then frowned and threw it into the blood-filled copper basin beside him.

Then he hesitated for a moment, took out a small jade bottle, which contained Lian Shenwei's blood that he had put in this morning. He poured the blood on Li Ningfeng's leg.

These few drops of blood, mixed with countless drugs and poisons, seeped into the rotten flesh of the legs.

The next second, the skin that came into contact with the blood began to wriggle, and many bloody, rice-sized insects scrambled out of the swollen skin of the legs.

And the moment it touched the air, it quickly melted into blood, as if it was an illusion, as if it had never appeared.

Feng Ke cut off another piece of rotten meat and dripped a drop of Lian Shenwei's blood on it. The piece of meat trembled on his dagger, and after a few tapeworms emerged, it became even more rotten.

Lian Shenwei: "How?"

Feng Ke walked over and fed Li Ningfeng a pill, frowning and saying, "It's a tricky thing."

Lian Shenwei's heart tightened: "More difficult than me?"

Feng Ke: “…………”

So you also know that you are in a difficult situation.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Then I might as well go home."

"I originally thought that the insects he was infected with were not of the same level as yours. Now it seems that his condition is much better."

Lian Shenwei was poisoned by a poisonous snake from the Central Plains. The evil monk did not have much internal strength and could not raise any snakes. Although he died later, he regarded Lian Shenwei as his most perfect medicine man at the time, and the snake he killed had reached the king level and was very poisonous.

Even after so many years, Lian Shenwei's blood, which had been corroded by drugs and poisons, still retained the toxicity and aura of the original king insect, which was a powerful weapon to restrain the remaining insects.

Coupled with the balanced toxicity and medicinal properties in the blood, Lian Shenwei's blood is very special and extremely precious in another way. There is only one of its kind.

So he first used Lian Shenwei's blood to test the details of the insect in Lian Ningfeng's body and lure it out.

Lian Shenwei: "What do you mean?"

"This insect is called the Blood Melting Insect. There are very few of them in the world. There is no such thing in the Central Plains. My family's medical records show that this thing appeared in the Northern Barbarians fifty or sixty years ago. Ordinary people will not have any effect if they eat this insect, but if someone above the Hidden Origin Realm eats it...

The internal energy in the meridians will cause the blood-melting bugs to reproduce rapidly. The internal energy of the person who is infected by the bugs will heat up and make them agitated. When the bugs accumulate to a certain level, the internal energy will explode and kill the person. "

Feng Ke sighed, "He must have used up some of his internal energy while practicing martial arts before going to bed. He was also quite smart and put all of his surging internal energy into his legs. Otherwise, his body would have been cold by now."

"The blood-melting insects will slowly erode his flesh and meridians. Although the speed is very slow, it will take a year to drive out the insects with medicine. It is unlikely to save him completely. But he can still stand up. Apart from the difficulty in his future progress and frequent pain in his legs, there is no other problem." He stated his judgment in detail.

Things from the Northern Barbarians appeared in the Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty.

Despite all the precautions, the Northern Barbarians still found an opportunity to take advantage of the situation. This method is truly vicious.

However...

Something to repel insects?

Lian Shenwei: "Would it be faster if I used my blood?"

He had just seen clearly that his blood was very effective in repelling parasites.

Feng Ke's pupils shrank dramatically, and his expression turned cold, "Are you crazy?!"

"Your blood is not good!"

"Why?"

"You asked me why you used yourself as a medicine inducer. Do you know that once you use it, every step of his treatment will be inseparable from your blood?"

Feng Ke sneered: "Do you think you won't die? Even if the treatment is fast, it will take four months. I want to ask you, are you the reincarnation of the Golden Immortal or the Queen Mother herself? How can you bleed for four months and still be alive and kicking and irritating me every day?"

Lian Shenwei called him softly, "Feng Ke."

Feng Ke turned his back and walked away, saying coldly: "I won't save this man. Either follow my method or wait for death."

"Feng Ke."

The young man carrying the small medicine bag clenched his fists and paused, but did not look back.

Lian Shenwei: "He is the half-heir of Fudu Villa and Sister, and also my apprentice."

Feng Ke sneered, "Yes, the successor and apprentice who doesn't know you and has murderous intentions towards you. If Sister You Wei finds out, she will definitely be angrier than me. She will definitely ask you to beat you to death according to the Lian family's rules."

Lian Shenwei was silent for a moment. "Even if he has nothing to do with me, he is still a young general on the border, and he is related to the safety of the people on the border."

Feng Ke said nothing.

Lian Shenwei: "At the beginning, was I also like Li Ningfeng now, lying in bed ignorantly, waiting to become a useless person in the blink of an eye?"

"..." Feng Ke's throat was clogged. He couldn't bear to hear his childhood friend calling him a useless person in such a calm voice.

Lian Shenwei: "Feng Ke, I can't just watch him become another me."

Feng Ke couldn't refuse his words. After a long time, his clenched fists slowly loosened. His face looked uglier than ever before. He stared at Li Ningfeng as if Li Ningfeng owed him a huge sum of gold.

"...I don't want the people in Jianghu to know that I'm here, but I need an identity that Li Ningfeng can trust and that can heal him up close."

"Also," Feng Ke smiled coldly, "If this kid gives up on himself and has no integrity, he is not worth saving. I can take a small amount of your blood first and let him control the blood-melting snake. You can take this opportunity to observe his performance when he is facing despair. If he is not qualified, I advise you not to be my disciple."

"You can't refuse. This is my last chance for you to regret using blood to treat him." He will also try to find an alternative medicine in the next few days.

Lian Shenwei glanced at the person on the bed and nodded: "I understand."

He untied his wristband, exposing his arm, and motioned Feng Ke to take blood.

He could not cut the palm, otherwise it would be easily noticed when he went to court. He tucked his arms into his sleeves, so normally no one would notice if they came into close contact with him.

Feng Ke took out a needle.

Lian Shenwei subconsciously retracted his hand.

Feng Ke: “?”

Lian Shenwei reached out again, hesitated for a moment, and tried to negotiate: "Use a dagger?"

Feng Ke: “…”

oh.

He was so angry that he even forgot that his childhood friend was very afraid of the silver needles used for treatment, especially the special kind made by his Feng family.

He ignored her and extended his hand expressionlessly.

The thin silver needle scratched the thin layer of pale skin, and bright red blood flowed out in the blink of an eye, filling the small jade bottle drop by drop.

Tick.