The soldier who inquired about the whereabouts of the miracle doctor shook his head and ran back to report.

At the next moment, Gu Yun heard a painful cry from General Shen's tent that had been held in for who knew how long.

Shen Yi's back was both wounded and burnt. It was very miserable, but he still refused Miss Chen's treatment and visit. He had locked Miss Chen outside his tent several times when she came, determined not to let her see his tattered appearance. He also resolutely found a military doctor who was good at killing pigs to deal with the wound. During that time, he had sent someone to spy four or five times and endured until Chen Qing Xu left, finally letting go and crying out all he wanted.

Gu Yun listened for a while, only to find that not even the pain of giving birth would not sound so miserable. Not having the heart to hear this, he picked up the silk that had fallen on the ground, shook the dust off it, went out and stuffed it into his little soldier's hands, then said, "Give it to General Shen quickly, for pain relief."

It didn't matter where the silk was rubbed on previously, its efficiency was immediate. As soon as the thing was delivered, Shen Yi's howl became much lower.

Gu Yun, bored of using his brother as entertainment, turned back to the Marshal tent, planning to reply to a dozen war reports and a pile of letters from the major garrison. Only when he started writing did he find that he completely could not calm down.

Every word in the war report was understood, but they could not string into one sentence in succession to jump into his eyes. For a while, he thought aimlessly, "Could it be that there was only a record of the practice but not the antidote?"

Later he thought, "That doesn't matter. As long as there's a clue of the Bone of Impurity, the Chen family can always come up with a way."

Then after a while, he said to himself, "Do I really have to go burn incense for those donkeys in Hu Guo Temple? Damn it…"

...All kinds of thoughts twisting and turning, with no way out.

But among all these thoughts, an indescribable yearning broke out a bloody path, jumping into his heart.

A drop of ink on the tip of his pen fell down. At last, he came back to his senses. He simply pushed away all his official duties, took out letter papers like a fool, and began to occupy the official business time with his personal love affair.

In April, flowers in the land of Liangjiang were about to wilt, long rain evaporated from the river.