Lu Qisheng, who was lying on the bed, face down, heard this and asked subconsciously: "Doctor Chu, how is my injury?"

Just as he was about to speak, Chu Jian looked up and saw Zuo Hao shook his head desperately at him. After thinking for a moment, he immediately understood what Zuo Hao meant.

He pretended to be relaxed and said: "It's not a problem, General Lu, your injuries have recovered."

It was originally a comforting word, but Lu Qisheng took it seriously.

He laughed.

"I'm almost always separated, so I'm still lying down and pretending to be dead."

After saying that, he supported the bed with his arms and stood up suddenly.

This scared Zuo Hao and Chu Jian.

"General Lu, you."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a rustling sound, and then Lu Qisheng's face became a little dark.

With a plop, he fell to the bed.

Wow.

A smelly pus spurted out on his back.

Chu Jian looked at it and shook his head. He had discovered it just now. Although it seemed that Lu Qisheng's wound had scabbed, in fact, under the scabbed, the wound had already become purulent.

Fortunately, it is winter now, and if it is summer, it will probably rot and smelly long ago.

Zuo Hao was shocked when he saw Lu Qisheng falling on the bed.

"Doctor Chu, save General Lu quickly."

Chu Jian shook his head.

"It's too late."

"What do you mean?

Do you want to die and not save me?”

Zuo Hao's voice also became louder.

Chu Jian was not slow or quick.

"Sir, you can see that the wound of the Old General Lu has become purulent. Even if Hua Tuo is alive, it may be difficult to recover."

"No, you no, no."

Zuo Hao shouted.

Just as he finished shouting, after a few blinks of his fingers, Lu Qisheng suddenly opened his eyes.

"The old general is awake."

The guard next to him shouted happily.

Seeing this, Zuo Hao immediately smiled happily, "I'll just say, General Lu, if you survive the disaster, you will have good fortune."

Chu Jian looked at Zuo Hao's joyful face, opened his mouth, and finally swallowed the words.

Then, he turned to look at Lu Qisheng.

"Elder General, I will treat your wounds. What do you think?"

Lu Qisheng glared, supported himself with his hands, and sat up again on the bed.

"Doctor Chu, come quickly and get wine, I want to drink."

Chu Jian knew in his heart that Lu Qisheng had already returned to the scene.

However, he really couldn't bear to say it.

I said in my heart, forgot, let’s satisfy General Lu’s last wish.

Thinking of this, he said to Zuo Hao, "Prime Minister Zuo, please order someone to get the wine and prepare a few more dishes."

Zuo Hao nodded and immediately turned around to prepare.

Lu Qisheng seemed to be in a very good state of mind. He talked to Chu Jian and looked no different from ordinary people.

But Chu Jian could feel that Lu Qisheng's eyes were dimming little by little.

After eating a few glasses of wine, Lu Qisheng himself seemed to notice something.

"Doctor Chu, when is it now? Why is it getting dark so soon?"

Without waiting for Chu Jian to answer, he shouted loudly again, "Hurry up, hurry up and hold the lights."

Zuo Hao next to him looked at it, feeling sad.

Mr. Lu, I'm afraid he's going to explain it here.

Chu Jian felt very uncomfortable. He rushed over from all the way, but unexpectedly he could not save Lu Qisheng's life.

He calmed down his mind, found a gap, and asked, "Gen. Lu, after the victory, the army will return to the court. What are your plans?"

"Intend."

Lu Qisheng pondered for a moment and said, "I, I," suddenly, he became stuttering.

My hands shivered violently, and I couldn't even control my wine glass, so I spread all over the floor.

At this time, Lu Qisheng himself seemed to realize something.

Breathing becomes rapid.

"Doctor Chu, please help me, help me, and bring me a message to the emperor. I still have a daughter waiting to marry in the boudoir. Please ask the emperor to give her a marriage to her little daughter, and she will be in a state of peace, but she will not be easy."

After saying that, the old general tilted his body and fell to the ground with a buzz.

"Come on, carry the old general to the bed."

Zuo Hao ordered, and his subordinates rushed up, working hard.

Chu Jian pinched the silver needle and put more than a dozen needles on Lu Qisheng's head and body.

Finally, he sighed helplessly.

Shake his head.

Two lines of clear tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

Qiu Ping, who had been guarding by the side, was quite calm and stepped forward and pressed Chu Jian's shoulder, "Doctor Chu, don't be sad.

Let's report this matter as soon as possible."

The news of the death of General Lu Qisheng of Dingxi was quickly spread to Chang'an City in various ways.

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Chang'an City, Anxingfang.

It was late at night, and a snow-white carrier pigeon landed in the backyard of Baiqisi.

An Tao frowned.

This is the carrier pigeon that Qiu Ping took away.

Soon, the news that Lu Qisheng's wound collapsed and died was on Wu Rong's desk.

"Oh, it's a pity, it's a pity that the veteran General Lu died in a foreign land all his life, which is a pity."

But when he saw behind, Wu Rong widened his eyes.

It is not easy to give marriage to a heavy marriage.

This, this.

After thinking about it, it was right. Lu Qisheng had been on the battlefield for more than two months.

He didn't know what happened in Chang'an City these two days.

Chen Buyi just got engaged to Princess Zhaoning.

If this is sent to Emperor Xuanzong, wouldn’t it be a matter of nothing to make a problem?

Originally, with Lu Qisheng's qualifications and military achievements, there would be no problem to benefit future generations.

But don't ruin the old general's reputation for his lifetime because of this sentence.

Thinking of this, Wu Rong couldn't sit still.

Calculate the time and I received a letter from Fei Ge.
To be continued...