I had a splitting headache, as if there were countless silver needles stirring in my temples, and every pulse involved the meridians all over my body. Along with the suffocating pain in my chest, it was as if there was a huge stone pressing on my heart, and even breathing became extremely difficult. Lin Yan opened his eyes suddenly, and the dazzling light filtered through the plain gauze curtain, making him squint subconsciously. It took him a long time to recover.
What you see upon entering is definitely not his traditional Chinese medicine clinic filled with ancient medical records and filled with the aroma of mugwort and angelica. The carved red sandalwood bed top has complex and exquisite patterns, and the hanging plain gauze curtain is light and flimsy, swaying slightly in the wind. There is a bitter medicinal smell floating in the air, mixed with the unique sandalwood of the Hou Mansion. It is strange and strange, and is incompatible with everything he is familiar with.
"Master Marquis, are you awake?" A maid wearing a green cloth skirt and a double bun hurried forward, her face full of genuine concern, and she reached out to touch his forehead, with an unconcealable urgency in her voice, "You have been unconscious for most of the day, but you have made the slaves very anxious. Doctor Wang just came to see you and said that you were very angry and depressed, so he specially prescribed a decoction. Is this slave going to bring it to you?"
Mr. Hou?
Lin Yan's heart suddenly shook, as if he was struck by thunder, and his mind went blank for an instant...
