Chapter 114: Qingwu Mountain Chronicles: Shedding Scales
Shen Wangshu raised the corners of his lips, hiding the fact that he had traveled through the book, and said, "Zhang Dai was my fellow senior fellow student when I was studying medicine. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Today I went to Tongji Village to see a doctor and happened to run into him."
"Is it that simple?"
"It's that simple." Shen Wangshu said, "What else do you think there is?"
"My senior brother is a very good doctor. Thanks to him, the epidemic in Tongji Village and several surrounding villages has not spread. In the next few days, I will work with him to find the antidote as soon as possible. It's just work. You just be good and don't think about other things."
The dragon horns lit up exceptionally early today. When Chen Ting raised his knife to chop off the hideous head of the Turkic deputy commander, the young lady's voice suddenly rang in his ears.
She probably didn't know it herself, but she was talking to a man she knew very well - using a lot of technical terms that he couldn't understand.
But just as she said, the two of them only talked about business and nothing else.
Chen Ting knew this himself, which was why he had been eavesdropping quietly until now without making any noise.
But it was impossible to not mind it at all, so I still had to ask - and what was more important now was: "Madam, tell me what the epidemic is about."
Shen Wangshu had only come into contact with this disease in the past two days, so she told Chen Ting everything she knew. Her speculation was not exaggerated. The consequences of a city-wide plague were too serious, and Chen Ting was terrified when he heard it.
"This disease is so contagious... and there is currently no cure. Madam, you must be careful."
The man on the other end frowned but didn't say a word to ask her not to go, just because she was so lively and bright when she talked about and did what she was good at and loved.
Shen Wangshu said: “Don’t worry, my husband, I will protect myself, and you must come back safely.”
"Yes," he said, remembering something, "Don't take to heart what Wang said just now."
"You can do whatever you want at home, as long as it's not against the law, and you don't have to worry about anyone. If someone in my uncle's house bullies you, I will go find him and seek justice for you."
He said this in a very serious tone, and did not ask Shen Wangshu to be tolerant just because this was a matter of the boudoir in the back house. However, it was obviously the first time for him to deal with such a thing, and he was not very appropriate. Shen Wangshu could not help laughing when he heard it.
"My husband, don't worry about such trivial matters. I can handle it at home. No one can bully me." She said, "I know you have my back."
The man hummed, and then worriedly reminded her not to get infected by treating others: "I will write a letter and ask my uncle to find a doctor in the city to handle this matter together, so that you and my brother don't have to suffer so much."
"That's perfect."
The sooner this matter is resolved, the sooner she can feel at ease.
"How is my husband these past two days?" Shen Wangshu asked, "It seems that the disease is about to start again. Is the war situation urgent these days?"
"I've been relatively quiet these past two days, but I suspect they'll attack me when I'm ill," Chen Ting said, "I've already prepared some medicine, and the rest will be enough for now."
Shen Wangshu pondered: “What is the specific effect of this medicine, and will there be side effects?”
Chen Ting said: "There is nothing unusual during the day, but I feel particularly uncomfortable in the middle of the night, as if I were burning in a raging fire, and I feel irritable and restless... These are the side effects."
"My hearing and sense of smell are several times sharper than usual. I will find a river to cross and keep watch. Nothing will happen."
Shen Wangshu asked, “Will it be extra fragile?”
Chen Ting was silent for a moment: "Does psychological weakness count? Sometimes the monster characteristics will appear. When I see my reflection in the water, I feel very uncomfortable."
As for his body - the restlessness that could not be vented would only make him extremely strong, and he could fight and withstand beatings better than usual, but there was nothing else.
"I'm just worried that you'll lose your ability to protect yourself when you get sick." Shen Wangshu said, "I'll be with you this month. Don't let your imagination run wild. The most important thing is to get through the illness safely."
"good."
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At night, after Shen Wangshu fell asleep, she still entered the secret place of Dragon Valley in Qingwu Mountain. The location she refreshed was the same every time. When she went there, the little golden dragon was already squatting on the ground holding its tail and waiting.
The speed of time in dreams is different from that in reality. Sometimes it is one day, sometimes several days, and sometimes even several years. Shen Wangshu can see this from the changes in Little Golden Dragon every time he visits him.
What is certain is that he has been growing, and his size has quickly caught up with her, and his scales have become more and more dazzling - she doesn't understand how such golden scales can eventually turn into pitch black.
Chen Fuguang was very happy to see the beautiful human. His tail was wagging slightly in excitement and his big, bright eyes were filled with joy.
"Ah!" Chen Fuguang hugged Shen Wangshu and rubbed her hard. He was very big now, a head taller than a human, and could easily wrap her in his arms, but he still buries himself in the arms of humans out of habit, just like when he was a child - even though his head could no longer fit.
Shen Wangshu touched the little dragon’s head, and after being sticky with him for a while, he was led in a certain direction by him somewhat anxiously—the further he walked, the more golden dragon scales there were on the ground.
She was too tired today and didn't notice anything unusual about Chen Fuguang. Now, after taking a closer look, she realized that he had bald spots here and there on his body. Only his head had stubbornly not lost its scales. Other parts of his body were dotted with bald spots where the scales had fallen off and were covered with bloody new flesh, which looked very scary.
Shen Wangshu stared at him with a worried look: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
Chen Fuguang was stunned. He had originally hoped that she didn't see it - he looked too ugly now and didn't look majestic at all. How could he let his beloved human see him!
The little dragon stretched out his claws to cover her eyes, not wanting her to see any more.
Shen Wangshu seriously pried its hands open: "Is it some skin disease... I haven't had my period all night, how come you are so seriously ill?" We can't bring medicine in from outside. Let's go into the mountains and see if there are any suitable herbs that can be used.
Communication between the two was ineffective, and Long was so anxious that he could not speak, so he simply carried the person on his shoulders and strode with her to where he wanted to go.
The destination was a cave in the corner of the cave, with strange rocks inside. One of the stone pillars that looked like a mace was particularly eye-catching - every protruding stone thorn on it was covered with bloody golden scales, and it looked like Chen Fuguang was going to crash into it!
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