Jialuo, wearing a hospital gown, was lying on the bed next to the wall, staring blankly at the pattering rain outside the glass window.
This is still the residence of Li Ang's family. The Jinchengfang house gifted by Emperor Yu actually covers a large area, but only Li Ang and Chai Chai lived there before, and many other courtyards were used to store sundries——
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For example, thousands of antique cultural relics.
Dong dong dong.
There was a knock on the door, and Qiu Feng used his mind power to hold the tray containing the medicine and walked in slowly.
"How are you feeling?"
Qiu Feng put down the tray and opened the lid of the medicine pot. The rich smell of herbal medicine immediately filled the room.
"Not bad."
Jialuo tilted his head and felt his body, "It's just that the wound on my stomach is a little itchy."
"Let me see."
Qiu Feng stepped forward, untied the bandage on Jialuo's abdomen, and checked the wound, "It's okay, the wound is healing, itching is normal.
Come, drink the medicine."
"Yeah."
Jialuo frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to pinch his nose, drank half a bowl of weird-smelling potion, and asked casually: "Doctor Qiu, are my brother and the others still outside the clinic?"
"No, Li Ang asked them to go back first. This illness will take more than a day or two to recover from."
Qiu Feng paused and added: "When I left, Dr. Xuegong also greeted the leaders of your mission and asked them to keep an eye on your brother and don't let him do stupid things."
"Huh, that's good."
Jia Luo breathed a sigh of relief, "The hotel is in the south of the city, and the Haotian Taoist Temple is outside the city, so it should be out of reach."
Seeing Qiu Feng's hesitant expression, Jialuo smiled and said: "My brother is known as the most talented innate warrior in Langyuan in the past ten years, and the most likely child in the family to become a grandmaster in the future.
If no one persuades him and takes good care of him, maybe he will really go to Haotian Taoist Temple and kill Bian Chenpei secretly.
Then the consequences will be very serious."
She paused and said to herself: "I am still alive now, just injured, not dead.
When the incident happened, it was in the ring, and my skills were inferior to others, so I had nothing to say.
Moreover, Bian Chenpei's father is destined to become a Cardinal of Judgment in the future, and even has a one-quarter chance of becoming the Headmaster of Haotian.
It’s not worth it, it’s not necessary.”
The Ashina and Ashid families have ruled the Turks for hundreds of years, and the direct and collateral descendants of the two families total more than 200,000 people.
Although Ashinagara is the grand-niece of the old Khan, there are hundreds of people of the same generation and closer blood relationship in the family.
It is impossible for the Turks to go to war with Mount Taihao for the sake of a noble child who is seriously injured and will not be able to have children in the future.
In fact, in terms of military and national affairs, the Turks still rely on Mount Taihao to provide support to resist the increasingly powerful influence of the Yu State.
Therefore, it is even more impossible to go to Taihao Mountain to protest and make the scene ugly for Jia Luo.
"..."
Qiu Feng was speechless. He looked at the girl who was younger than him on the bed with inexplicable pity. He reached out and stroked Jialuo's long hair, "Thank you for your hard work."
"There's nothing hard to do."
Jialuo stuck out his tongue and said casually: "You don't have to go to class, just lie in bed and rest all day. It's so leisurely.
Really, why do you all think I will be sad?
It’s not a bad thing if you can’t have children.
Let me tell you, after being injured this time, I will be much more relaxed in the future. At least I don’t have to worry about being granted a marriage by the Khan in a few years and marrying someone I don’t like casually.”
She raised her head and glanced at Qiu Feng, who looked a little surprised. She smiled and said: "The grassland environment is worse than that of the Central Plains. Many women gave birth to children the day before and had to go to the fields to graze and milk the cows the next day.
In order to be nomadic, the tribe must migrate to new grasslands every few months. Pregnant women either ride horses by themselves or lie on carts, which is particularly painful when bumping.
Not to mention the frighteningly high mortality rate when giving birth."
"Ah?"
Qiu Feng opened his mouth, "I thought you Turkic people were generally strong and it would be easier to have children."
"We are all people with two shoulders and one head, so there is nothing easy about it."
Jia Luo curled his lips and said: "So when I saw the midwifery forceps sold by merchants from Yu State on the grassland two years ago, I was quite curious about what kind of person could invent such a thing.
With the use of midwifery forceps, difficult labor is no longer so scary. Some aunts and uncles in the family are not so worried and afraid when they are pregnant. They are afraid that they will die and their sons and daughters will be bullied by their stepmothers.
Later I heard that the inventor of midwifery forceps was a male doctor, a young doctor about my age, and I became even more curious.
Insist on my brother to take me with him."
"Result?"
Qiu Feng smiled and said: "It's better to be famous than to meet in person?"
"Not bad."
Jialuo rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, "I originally thought he would be more... uh, a scholar.
Just like the Zhongyuan students in Langyuan, they are usually soft and weak, but they cry at every turn.
Unexpectedly..."
She paused, and the image of Li Ang, with a calm expression, smearing iodine on his belly, comforting himself softly, and piercing the skin without hesitation with his thoughts appeared in her mind subconsciously.
For no reason, Jialuo's face turned red, and he coughed quickly. He drank the remaining half of the potion to cover his burning face.
Qiu Feng was confused and asked: "What didn't you expect?"
"Nothing."
Jialuo shook his head and lay down.
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"What?"
In the pavilion next to the martial arts arena of the academy, Xue Che, who was holding a roast leg of lamb and preparing to feast, looked at Li Ang who suddenly walked in and said in shock: "Risheng, you want to sign up for the group competition?"
"Yeah."
Li Ang nodded and said respectfully: "Xue Siye, I read the rules carefully. If any disciple is promoted to the Rain Listening Realm during the group competition, according to the rules, he can participate midway."
"..."
Xue Che frowned. He was from the Department of Physical Education. His personal relationship was not like that of Tantai Leshan, Su Feng and others. He was very familiar with Li Ang and asked seriously: "Why do you suddenly want to sign up?
If it's about Ashinagara, don't worry, we have already formulated the rules. People from Taihao Mountain can no longer use star weapons in the arena.
And those Turkic disciples in the arena competition schedule will definitely try their best to cause trouble for Bian Chenpei and will not let him have an easy time."
Li Ang is a Neo-Confucian genius who is rare to see in the academy for a hundred years. His contributions so far are enough to move his portrait into the corridor of the school history museum.
Ranked with the great virtuous doctors in history.
Whether from the perspective of a businessman or an ordinary Yuguo person, Xue Che did not want Li Ang to take risks - he believed that other doctors in the academy would also think so.
"Besides, have you reached the Rain Listening Realm?"
Li Ang didn't answer. He took a few steps forward and came to the corner of the office. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the crystal instrument used to test the contestants.
Buzz——
A pale red light blooms.
This chapter has been completed!