"From now on, use two bottles of this medicine each time and infuse it intravenously for two quarters of an hour. It will be administered once every twenty-one days."
In Jin Wusuan's mansion, Li Ang handed a box of albumin-paclitaxel to a middle-aged doctor and told him: "This medicine is toxic and may cause anemia, nausea, diarrhea, fatigue and other adverse reactions.
If the situation is serious, please find someone to inform me immediately - if I am in Chang'an."
The middle-aged doctor kept nodding, took out the medication instructions in the box, and read them carefully word for word.
Li Ang turned around and looked at Jin Wusuan on the recliner.
The former richest man in Yu State, who used to be tall and round, has now lost weight quickly like a punctured balloon. His face is pale, his hair has fallen out, and he has to wear a hat to cover up.
Jin Wusuan reluctantly spoke and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you so much, Dr. Li Xiao."
Li Ang waved his hand and said nothing more.
He spent a lot of effort to produce such a box of albumin-paclitaxel, but whether it can cure or delay the disease is still unknown.
"God, you are such a thief who doesn't know the difference between black and white."
Next to Jin Wusuan, a beautiful thirty-year-old woman with a child in her arms wiped away her tears and gritted her teeth and said: "Dalang, he has done so many good things and helped so many poor people, but God has no eyes for him!
"
"never mind."
Jin Wusuan waved his hand, signaling his beloved concubine not to talk too much, "Life or death is determined by fate. I have enjoyed all the glory and wealth in my life, so nothing is considered a loss."
"Da Lang——"
The beautiful woman handed the child in her arms to the maid aside, and gently lay on Jin Wusuan's shoulder, crying: "I'm just so sad.
Some idle people in Chang'an City heard that you were ill, but they didn't care about you at all and even discussed it in the teahouse.
I don’t even think about it, if you didn’t mediate in the Chang’an Chamber of Commerce and extract money from those big business houses.
Can those workshop workers and those farmers selling grain and fruits have the good life they have today?
These people also don’t think about it, business is the greatest charity.”
puff.
Hearing this overly familiar and offensive sentence, Li Ang almost stopped.
He coughed a few times to cover up his embarrassment and said goodbye.
As soon as he walked into the living room, the housekeeper of Jin Mansion caught up with him, holding an ancient scroll tied with a ribbon in his hand.
"Li Xiaolangjun, stay!"
Manager Jin stopped Li Ang and said with a flattering smile: "Excuse me for bothering you. This is a small thought. I hope you will accept it."
"What's this?"
Li Ang took the scroll and originally wanted to say that doctors should not accept extra gifts in addition to medical expenses, but after he opened the scroll, his eyes immediately lit up.
In the scroll is a piece of poetry, with elegant and free handwriting, full of heroic sentiments, like a Kunpeng that wants to fly out of the paper.
On the left side of the scroll, there are many seals printed on it, which obviously passed through the hands of many collectors.
"Li Taibai's "Dulu Pian"?"
Li Ang said in shock.
"Exactly."
Manager Jin nodded and said: "It was collected from the private sector a few years ago. After several appraisals, it was determined to be Li Taibai's own handwriting."
"This is too expensive."
Li Ang stared at the heroic and vigorous running script on the scroll and could not look away.
Not many of Li Taibai's original calligraphy works have been handed down, and scrolls like this one that are well preserved are even rarer. They are often the deepest treasures of dignitaries from two capitals and thousand-year-old families.
Even if you go to the ghost market in Chang'an to buy something, you will still find the price is high but there is no market.
"That's right. Mr. Li Xiaolang, you have so many things to do, and you are willing to take some time out of your busy schedule to take care of and treat my master. The whole Jin family is grateful. Please accept this gift."
Manager Jin's eyes were slightly red. When Jin Wusuan was still alive, the Jin Mansion was indeed a big ship as stable as Mount Tai. But now that Jin Wusuan's body is getting weaker and weaker, people in the mansion are also floating.
The ladies are planning their property, the servants are plotting their future, and there are wealthy businessmen and dignitaries outside who are eagerly waiting to eat their flesh. The pressure can be imagined.
Manager Jin wiped away his tears and wiped them on his gray temples.
"Let's do this. I won't charge the follow-up medical expenses that were originally agreed upon. After I go back, I will have someone send me a sufficient amount of flying money to make up for the difference in this scroll."
Li Ang waved his hand, and without waiting for Manager Jin to refuse, he took the scroll and walked out of Jin's mansion.
There are people coming and going on the street, the sun is shining brightly,
Li Ang unfolded the scroll and admired it carefully.
Different from the Sand of Time or the psychic paper he obtained before, this scroll with "Dulu Pian" written on it is indeed an ordinary poem, with no spiritual energy fluctuations and no hidden secrets of swordsmanship.
But Li Ang really liked it, especially some of the lines.
"The majestic sword hangs on the wall, and the dragon roars all the time. The rhinoceros and elephants are constantly on the wall, and the embroidery is covered with moss.
How can one become famous when the national humiliation has not yet been resolved? The condor dreams of the lake and ignores the kites.
With one blow for you, the power will reach the nine heavens."
Li Ang looked over it several times, and finally sighed, rolled up the scroll, put it in his arms, and walked away.
The streets of Chang'an were still bustling and lively. He casually walked into a restaurant, found a seat and ordered tea and a few side dishes.
It is now noon, and there are many customers in the restaurant, sitting in twos and threes, chatting about other things.
In front of outsiders, the people of Chang'an like to gossip about court affairs, and they always like to appear to be secretive and inscrutable.
At the table in front of Li Ang, someone was talking about the future plan of the Yuguo Railway, claiming, "I have an uncle who works under King Guang, specializing in surveying and mapping the topography of various places and drawing railway route maps. He casually drew on the paper, along the line
The common people became demolition households one by one, moving into the newly built large mansions in the state capital with joy and laughter."
At the table to the left of Li Ang, someone was chatting about the secrets of the Academy. They swore that the Mountain Chief Lian Xuanxiao was seriously injured during the Qixi Festival incident last year. He is still recovering from his injuries. He no longer appears in the Academy and has ignored the affairs of the Academy for a long time.
Already.
Another person said that the mountain chief was probably pretending to be ill in order to lure out the demon sect hidden in the Yu Kingdom. This is a big chess game that needs to be figured out slowly.
Where did you hear this?
Li Ang was a little dumbfounded and shook his head silently. Ordinary people had no access to the inside story of the Academy, so they would naturally think of everything in a complicated way so as to match the image of the Academy in their minds.
Sometimes Li Ang himself would become the subject of gossip and discussion among the people in the market.
For example, "Li Xiaolangjun was personally judged by the Academy Secretary Xi Yangyu that his spiritual pulse talent was unqualified, but he was still able to make extraordinary achievements. The water here is very deep. Li Xiaolangjun's surname is Li, and the Li Yu clan is also surnamed Li.
He could even violate the laws of Yu and park the carriage into the inner garden of the Daming Palace. There is no need to say more about the implications of this."
There are many rumors about Li Ang's life experience. If Li Ang didn't have complete childhood memories, he would have almost doubted his life.
This chapter has been completed!