Exiled, the Medical Concubine emptied the warehouse and escaped from the famine

Chapter 188 Heading to Huainan, Father Xie Ling

Xiao Ning's eyes widened, "Really?"

Xie Ling nodded, "Don't worry. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. While we're away, you can take the medicine to recuperate. When you come back, I'll perform surgery on you and you'll be fine after some rest."

"Have surgery?" Xiao Ning was a little puzzled.

Xie Ling explained: "It's a treatment method. Don't worry, I will make sure you are alive and well and live to be eighty years old."

Xiao Ning seemed to be dizzy with joy. He couldn't even hold the pliers steadily and his hands kept shaking.

He has been plagued by illness since he was a teenager, and his biggest wish is to have a healthy body. Could it be that this wish can finally come true now?

Gu Wei patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry about my wife's medical skills. Not to mention Little Li Zi, even Big Li Zi, Big Big Li Zi, you can see them all."

Xiao Ning took a deep breath.

"Then, please go find Little Li quickly and tell her that I am fine now. When you come back, you will definitely see the long sword being forged. I will use all my knowledge in this life to make it the sharpest and most perfect weapon in the world!"

"it is good."

As they spoke, Xie Ling and Gu Wei walked out of the Sword Forge and came to the yard outside.

Xie Ling took out countless herbs from the space one by one, almost piling them into a small hill. Then he sorted all the scattered herbs one by one and put them into a pocket.

Everything was done, Xie Ling clapped her hands.

"Fortunately, Xiao Ning was lucky enough to meet me, otherwise, given his symptoms, he would have died within three months."

Gu Wei frowned, "So serious?"

Xie Ling nodded. "He should have been suffering from tuberculosis since he was a teenager. And from my pulse, it seems that he has died once. I don't know what saved him, so he is so weak now. It will be difficult to perform surgery without nursing him for ten days or half a month."

"Tuberculosis? Does tuberculosis also require surgery?"

Gu Wei also knew a little about pharmacology and knew that tuberculosis was a disease that was best cured slowly through treatment.

Xie Ling nodded. "Yes, we can do a lung transplant. His lungs are all necrotic, so we can only replace them with new ones. I have a lot of living organs in my medical warehouse. I'll take some of his blood for matching. It should be fine."

Gu Wei's eyes widened. Even though he knew that technology and medical skills were advanced in Xie Ling's era, he was still shocked at this moment.

What a colorful era that would have been.

Xie Ling raised her eyebrows. "Not to mention replacing lungs, even the heart can be replaced. But technology is a double-edged sword, and human greed is endless. I think it was quite good in ancient times. For example, the space we breathe now and the green mountains and clear waters we are used to seeing would definitely not be seen in my time."

The coming of the end of the world and the appearance of zombies are all the result of over-developed technology that has destroyed the balance of nature.

The living organs in Xie Ling Medical Bank come from a human organ trafficking point in northern Myanmar.

At that time, the end of the world had just begun, and the domestic environment was terrible. Bases of all sizes were springing up like mushrooms after a rain. The founders of the bases were like emperors, and class oppression was obvious.

Xie Ling didn't like this suffocating environment, so she ran to live in the deep mountains and forests of Yunnan alone. Somehow she ended up in northern Myanmar and accidentally entered the human organ trafficking point.

When Xie Ling entered, the manager inside had already run away, and there were only a few low-level zombies, who were easily killed by her with a few shots.

There are thousands of freezers of all sizes placed around, filled with fresh human organs.

It is conceivable how many people the administrators killed before the end of the world came.

Even though she was used to seeing life and death and corpses, Xie Ling was still surprised by the scene before her, and it strengthened her determination to live in seclusion.

She hated the bizarreness of that era and the greed brought about by industrial civilization. The end of the world made her feel suffocated.

Later, after gaining his own power and gaining a foothold in the last days, Xie Ling immediately established a paradise of his own.

So Xie Ling sometimes wonders if her traveling through time means that God has heard her wish?

No matter what, Xie Ling is very satisfied with her current life.

I have a handsome husband, lovely family, and loyal friends.

These were things she had never experienced in the apocalypse.

In the end of the world, there are only temporary companions, eternal enemies, endless blood and broken walls.

"A Ling, what are you thinking about?"

Gu Wei's gentle voice brought Xie Ling back to reality.

The sun was shining brightly, shining on Gu Wei's handsome features. Behind him was a swaying sea of ​​colorful flowers and an endless azure sky.

Xie Ling curled her lips, "I'm thinking about you."

"what?"

Gu Wei blinked, and then the tips of his ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He stood there in a daze, thinking over Xie Ling's words carefully in his mind.

miss me?

Miss me!

On the other side, Xie Ling had already walked away to deliver medicine to Xiao Ning.

Gu Wei suddenly came back to his senses, followed Xie Ling, and shouted, "A Ling, are you telling the truth?"

What responded to Gu Wei was the little orange cat's baby meows.

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After explaining the medicine to Xiao Ning, Xie Ling and Gu Wei went to the city to buy a comfortable carriage and started their journey to Huainan City, the capital of Yunqin State.

The horses used are naturally the fine horses from Xie Ling's space. They are tall and mighty, and can run a thousand miles a day without any problem.

Thinking of what Lin Qianzhong had said before, that he was going to Huainan City, Xie Ling touched the white jade hairpin on her head, and was full of anticipation for the trip.

While the two were on their way, on the other side, Old Wu, the shopkeeper of Uncle An's house, finally arrived at Wei Zhao's capital, Linhang, after half a month of travel.

There is heaven above and Linhang below.

As the most powerful of the seven states, Wei Zhaoguo's capital was naturally extremely prosperous.

Even at night, the streets are bustling with cars and horses. Everywhere you look, you can see bustling crowds of people and the gradually lit lights of thousands of homes.

Old Wu has been in Beijiang for so long that he almost forgot what Linhang looks like.

At this moment, standing at the gate of Linhang City, looking at the prosperous city shrouded in moonlight, feeling the fireworks and dust of my hometown, my eyes are hot.

However, he did not dare to delay and used his lightness skills to quickly arrive in front of a majestic mansion.

Even the imperial palace of Beijiang State was not as magnificent as this mansion. Looking at the four elegant and noble doors and the lifelike stone lions at the door, one could get a glimpse of how graceful and elegant the owner inside was.

Fourteen years have passed, and Prince Yong's Mansion has not changed at all.

Old Wu straightened his clothes several times before he walked through the front door, came to the backyard, and skillfully climbed over the wall to go in.

Before he could even stand firmly on the ground, a sharp hidden weapon came straight towards his neck with a tremendous force.

He widened his eyes, bent down and barely managed to get past, but was still scratched by the hidden weapon, which grazed his arm and left a deep scar.

Blood immediately gushed out of his arm, soaking his gray robe.

Old Wu raised his eyes and saw a handsome man in black clothes sitting under the pear tree in front of him. His aura was like snow, cold and noble. A hidden weapon was sandwiched between his slender middle finger and ring finger.

Feeling Old Wu's scrutiny, the man narrowed his cold eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous light, and asked with his thin lips slightly opened: "Why are you going to Prince Yong's Mansion?"

Even though he was in a wheelchair, the man's martial arts and five senses were still at the level of the world's top masters.

Even a secret guard of Lao Wu's level can't get away with it.

Old Wu immediately wailed, "Prince, you don't even recognize Xuan Ji?"

Prince Yong's cold expression was broken for a moment.

"Mystery?"

Wu Xuanji raised his hand and wiped his face, wiping off all the disguises, revealing a handsome face.

He wanted to rush over and hug Prince Yong's thighs and cry, his voice aggrieved, "Prince, I have worked hard for you for more than ten years, how could you forget me?"

Prince Yong gathered up his wide sleeves and coughed to ease the embarrassment. "How could I forget you? How have you been all these years? Is your injury serious? I'll call the imperial physician immediately. By the way, why did you come back suddenly? Did something happen to her?"

When he said the last sentence, his cold brows frowned and his eyes were full of worry.

Wu Xuanji waved his hand and said, "It's okay. This is nothing. I've been injured a lot when I followed the prince to the battlefield. Don't worry, Madam An is fine. Let me tell you in detail. Look—"

As Wu Xuanji spoke, he took out a roll of drawing paper from his sleeve.

The artist's painting skills are average, but one can still see the lively beauty of the person in the painting. She is wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved fairy dress and a thin veil. When the wind blows, half of her cold and peerless face is revealed.

King Yong paused, his eyes broken and sad, he stretched out his hand to touch something but suddenly pulled it back, clenched his fist tightly, and then began to cough heavily.

Wu Xuanji was frightened, and hurried to calm him down, choosing his words carefully: "My Lord, how has your health been these years?"

After coughing for a while, Prince Yong straightened up, his eyebrows and eyes calm, "No problem, tell me about your days in Beijiang."

Wu Xuanji knew that this was what King Yong was waiting for, so he quickly told him everything that had happened in Beijiang without missing a word.

Including how he helped Aunt An's two uncles to get rich, how he secretly protected Aunt An's safety and prevented her from being harmed by the head of the family, and how he protected the safety of the young lady...

How could a vicious woman like Zhao allow the beautiful concubine An to jump around comfortably under her nose? I don't know how many obstacles she has created in secret for concubine An and the families of the eldest and second brothers An.

Sometimes they were killers, sometimes they were poisonous, and they were all eliminated secretly by Wu Xuanji and fought back without making any sound.

If it weren't for Wu Xuanji, the An family would have died more than a dozen times.

Speaking of the young lady, Prince Yong paused, "She, has a child?"

Wu Xuanji looked a little reluctant and said slowly, "Yes, Your Majesty, the young lady looks very similar to Miss An. She is fifteen years old this year, married, and very smart. It was Aunt An's family that her husband's family took away. I observed that the group of people were quite reliable, so I came back to report."

"Fifteen years old?" Prince Yong was stunned for a moment, then thought he was overthinking.

If it was her own child, why wouldn’t Xiaotao tell her?

Wu Xuanji nodded: "Xie Boyuan is not very good to the young lady, but fortunately she married a good husband's family. Although her husband's family is in exile, I observe that they can probably make a name for themselves. I am afraid that Beijiang is about to change."

"Not good?" Prince Yong's narrow eyes revealed a hint of danger, "Why is it not good? Tell me now."

Wu Xuanji told King Yong every word of Xie Ling's tragic experience from childhood to adulthood.

Prince Yong's expression became increasingly cold. After hearing this, his eyes seemed to freeze into ice, and his thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line.

He slapped the armrest of the wheelchair fiercely, "Ridiculous! How can there be such a father in the world! If she were my daughter, I would definitely spoil her to the sky, giving her the stars and the moon. Why does he treat her like this? He really doesn't know what is good for him!"

At the end of his speech, Prince Yong became so emotional that he coughed up another pool of blood.

Wu Xuanji didn't dare to say anything more, for fear of irritating King Yong again.

King Yong leaned back in his chair, looking at the high, blue sky, once again repenting for his own incompetence. His heart was tightly clenched in pain.

Why, why is fate so cruel?

It was clear that he was only one step away from taking Xiaotao away and they could be together forever, but after that incident, his face, his legs, and his entire life were ruined.

After a long silence, Prince Yong said quietly: "Thank you for taking care of her in Beijiang for so many years. Xiu Chu has no way to repay you."

Wu Xuanji immediately shook his head, "Your Majesty has been so kind to me, I have no way to repay you. Let's not talk about this anymore. Even if Your Majesty wants my head, I can give it to you right away."

"Then, give me the scroll in your hand."

Prince Yong lowered his eyes and spoke in a calm voice.

Wu Xuanji was stunned at first, and then a strong sense of sadness and disappointment passed through his heart.

They, Wei Zhao, were once the most brilliant and high-spirited King Yong, the proud son of heaven praised by all the seven kingdoms. Now he is sitting alone in a wheelchair, unable to see even his loved ones, and can only look at a scroll...

Wu Xuanji felt a lump in his throat and turned away, unable to bear to look any further.

He only said in a deep voice: "My Lord, Xuanji's painting skills are average, please forgive me."

Prince Yong took it carefully, his eyes gentle, a faint smile on his lips, "I really can't paint one tenth of her beauty."

"Uncle! Give me the stars if you want them, give me the moon if you want them, and Linglong too!"

Wei Linglong ran in with her skirt lifted up, looking pretty and lively. Seeing Wu Xuanji standing in front of Prince Yong, she tilted her head and asked, "Who are you?"

Prince Yong carefully put the scroll into his sleeve and said calmly, "This is my good friend, Uncle Wu."

Wei Linglong immediately called out obediently, "Hello, Uncle Wu!"

Wu Xuanji scratched his head shyly, "I am just a secret guard..."

Wu Xuanji was very happy that King Yong said he was his good friend.

Wei Linglong walked over, pulled Prince Yong's sleeve and said coquettishly, "Uncle, the eldest daughter of the Zhao family is going to hold a summer banquet in a few days. I want to change my headgear to a nice one. What do you think..."

As she spoke, she blinked her round almond-shaped eyes.

Prince Yong smiled faintly and took out a key from his sleeve, "Go to the storehouse and choose whatever you want. You can take as much as you want. Just make sure you have fun."

When King Yong was young, he fought many battles in the south and the north and made great military achievements. The treasury in his palace was rich enough to rival a country and contained all kinds of rare treasures.

Wei Linglong took it with surprise, tilted her head and pouted, "Uncle, there is one more thing. My father said that I don't act like a girl, and he kept asking me to copy the female training and female admonitions. Look, I copied a few pages, and my hands are red."

Prince Yong showed a distressed look, "Don't copy it. Girls are best no matter what they look like. Where does the rule come from that girls should be a certain way? I will write a letter to Xiu Wen later, and he will definitely not dare to punish you again in the future."

Wei Linglong spun around happily, "The Emperor's uncle is the best!"

"Go pick something up."

"Okay! Thank you, uncle!"

At this moment, a man walked in from outside the courtyard. He had a noble and calm temperament, and the jade pendant on his waist was shining. He looked like a noble from Tianheng.

He bowed his hands and saluted, then teased: "Uncle, you just spoil her. She relies on your name to bully others in the capital and is almost becoming a little tyrant."

This person is Wei Wuji.

Wei is the surname of Wei Zhaoguo.

I told Xie Ling and the others that my last name was Lu because I didn’t want to reveal my identity.

Prince Yong slightly curled his lips, his aura like snow in the mountains and moon in the clouds, and said in a doting tone: "Girls should be spoiled when they grow up."

Wei Wuji was choked and thought that if his uncle had a daughter, she would definitely be a loyal daughter slave.

I'm jealous because I've been so partial to you since I was a child!

Then he turned to look at Wu Xuanji on the side and said in a gentle voice: "My name is Wei Wuji, nice to meet you, uncle."

Wu Xuanji was still wandering in his own world and didn't notice Wei Wuji's greeting.

He had seen the miserable situation Xie Ling went through as a child. Her father was not close to her, her mistress was mean, and her elder sister was cruel. It was no exaggeration to say that every step of the way was thrilling.

He had secretly saved the little girl many times and had seen the little girl crying in grievance and the pitiful look of being bullied and not daring to resist.

Seeing that the prince was so doting on his niece, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, if Miss Xie Ling was the prince's biological daughter, how could the prince love her lawlessly?

I'm afraid she will be pampered to the heavens and will be the only one of her kind in the world.

If Xie Ling cries, the prince will let the whole world be buried with her.