Chapter 1108: Root of disease

Chu Yu asked: "Speak clearly, what is going on?"
At this time, Song Lang did not want to swindle anything.
"She was poisoned by my cartilage, and I was stuck in a secret compartment at the bottom of the cabin. If no one would carry her out, she would never come out."
"Right, I have a maid who will be martial arts to accompany her. It must be that the maid brought her out. You look for it again, maybe you have been saved by others."
Chu Yu really wants to pull the dagger and smash his corpse.
He knows that white peony is water-permeable, but if it is poisoned by cartilage, what is the water permeability? She simply did not have the strength to swim ashore, even if the martial arts gimmicks her back, how at that time, who is not their own?
In such a weather, the deep and wide river, the weakness of the day, can she really survive?
The heart began to faintly hurt and became more and more painful. He rubbed his chest and suddenly spit out a blood, and his body fell.
A Wu was insane, and he was busy with his head behind him: "Come, go to the doctor."
Song Lang sat up straight, facing Awu, I am not a doctor?
Awu just wanted to come, yeah, Song Lang is a doctor, or a doctor with a very strong medical skill. Just, let him treat his temple, is it reliable?
Song Lang knows Awu’s doubts and a bitter smile on his bleak face:
I still hope that he can find the day, how can he start to harm him at this time? Besides, I have never thought about harming him.

Also, Song Lang also helped the aunt to solve the poisonous scorpion in Kyoto. In addition to the awkwardness of the aunt, Song Lang did not seem to be a heinous person.
Seeing A Wu nodded, Song Lang came close to him, first gave Chu Yu a pulse, then opened his eyelids and looked at it, sighed: "Yu Ji attack, dry fire, plus dyed the cold Excessive fatigue, a few illnesses, it is no wonder that it will vomit blood."

How to cure?
asked Awu.
Song Lang shook his head: "It is useless to use the medicine. If you can't rest, you may fall to the root of the disease."
A Wu asked: "What disease roots are falling?"
Song Lang retracted to the corner, his right hand touched his chest, this place, faint pain, this is his root.
"Heart pain, and coldness."
"What is the meaning of heart pain? Is it painful every day?" Awu asked again.
Song Lang shook his head: "I don't feel heartache every day, but I think of someone, and he will feel heartache. On the day of winter cold, it will be particularly fearful of cold. It is not a terrible disease, but it can't be underestimated."
"Is there any way for my highness to leave these roots?" asked Awu.
Song Lang pointed to his chest and said: "If I have a way, here will not be so painful." He also has heartache, always thinking of what happened that night, watching the loved ones being ruthlessly slaughtered, every thought of that scene His heart is tingling, and the pain-relieving medicine is useless.
This is a heart disease. Unless you forget it, you will not be cured.
But how can he forget those painful memories? There is no medicine in the world that makes people forget memories!
Chu Yu was taken back to the bedroom by Awu. After the doctor invited him, he only said that he had been infected with the cold, and nothing else was seen.
A Wu still has a hint of luck, I hope that Song Lang’s medical skills are not so good.
Chu Yu woke up in the middle of the night, suddenly stunned and blinked, he suddenly sat up.