Chapter 208 No one can worship Lord Chang'an as his teacher
"The mobilization of troops and horses is all in the hands of His Majesty. Instead of going to His Majesty to ask for the Tiger Talisman, you are going to ask my father to borrow troops?"
Zhao Su's expression became even more sad. He looked around cautiously, and his eyes rested on Xia Wuqi, who was concentrating on him for a breath.
Then he put one arm on the stone table and waved with the other hand.
Before Ying Chengyu could catch his breath, he was summoned by Zhao Su and forced his tired body to move forward.
Being so careful, Aunt Su knew how I was going to borrow troops? Such a clever plan?
Zhao Su saw that Ying Chengyu didn't move much, a look of dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes, and he pulled Ying Chengyu's ear.
He leaned forward, put his mouth close to Ying Chengxuan's ear, and said, "Are you going to rebel?"
Ying Chengyu:......
Don't let everyone think that I am going to rebel, okay! I am loyal to Da Qin!
There was an imperceptible pause in Xia Wuqie's hand when writing the prescription, and the brush left a small ink dot on the bamboo slip. This small ink dot was sketched into a part of the next character in the next moment.
"If you really rebel, don't tell my father. My father will not help you and will tell your majesty."
"Aunt Su." Ying Chengyu sighed and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I won't rebel."
"What are you talking about? It seems like I am willing to let you rebel!"
Zhao Su pulled Ying Cheng's ear hard, causing Ying Cheng to scream in pain.
Zhao Su sat upright again, no longer biting his ears with Ying Chengyu, and said with a worried expression: "You really want to ask my father to borrow troops to fight the Xiongnu evil? Where can my father lend you soldiers? In the entire Xianyang City, you and your family are the only ones in Chang'an Junfu.
There are also private armies."
At the right time, Xia Wuji wrote the word "private army" on the bamboo slips.
When he came back to his senses and discovered that he had written a typo, he had already written two columns of words and hurriedly sketched them out.
There were more than one row of ink stains left on the bamboo slips.
"Old man Xia, please concentrate."
Ying Chengyu reminded.
"...No, I am not old."
Xia Wuqie's response was a bit unnatural, as if a student was caught by the teacher because he didn't listen well in class.
Why do I feel this way?
The one who should be unnatural should be Changan Jun...
Xia Wuji reflected on himself.
"There may be some big changes in Xianyang in the past few days. Aunt Su, don't worry. No matter what happens, the sky will not fall. Don't worry about the gossip of some idle people."
The word Yingcheng is considered carefully.
"Right now, I don't think about anything except the safety of that rough man and Tian'er. No matter how Xianyang changes, it has nothing to do with me. My father is still here, and nothing can disturb the Meng family. You are worrying too much."
Zhao Su spoke slowly and softly.
...Don't worry too much, just because of this old boy Meng Ao, the Meng family will have a big change.
Ying Chengyu glanced at Zhao Su with a guilty conscience, cupped his hands and said, "Aunt Su, take care of yourself, and let Mr. Meng not worry about Uncle Wu and Meng Tian's safety. It won't be long before the victory from the front line is reported back."
"If you hadn't forced your Uncle Wu to send Tian'er and Yi'er to His Majesty, today might have been a different outcome. After being scolded for ten years, have you ever regretted it?"
"Kind of."
If only this boy had known that what he was giving up was not the throne of Qin, but the throne of the world.
Presumably, Meng Wu and I would not be allowed to hide the things he did from Tian'er and Yi'er.
But there is no prophet in this world, and regret is useless.
Zhao Su sighed lightly and consoled him: "The matter has come to this, so don't have any illusions."
"I should have asked my father to take my brother back earlier. If my brother came back a few years earlier, I would have done less, and Aunt Su will stop nagging me now."
Zhao Su was halfway sentimental, but couldn't be sentimental any more and looked annoyed.
"When you were thrown three meters high by Meng Wu, I shouldn't have told you to stop! Get out of here!"
"Farewell Aunt Su."
Ying Chengyu had finally regained his breath and could walk normally. He stood up and started walking.
"Jun Chang'an, stay here, I will go with you."
Xia Wuqi left the written prescription on the stone table and explained to Zhao Su how to decoct it and take it several times a day.
He also asked Zhao Su to take the needle for Meng Ao when it was almost two hours, taking out the gold first, then the silver, and the order should not be messed up.
After Zhao Su listened patiently, he persuaded him: "The imperial doctor has not slept all night, and the water and rice have not been eaten. The kitchen has prepared a meal, so why not have a simple meal in the humble house and sleep for an hour or two before going back."
"Your Majesty is still waiting for Wu Qi's return. He really doesn't dare to delay."
Zhao Su asked his servants to enter and present the hardware that had been prepared.
"Please ask the imperial physician to accept this small gift."
Xia Wuqi pushed his hands to reject it and said: "A doctor practices medicine just like a farmer cultivates the land. It is his job. How can he ask for such a huge sum of money?"
"I know that imperial doctors always ask for a hundred gold gifts when they practice medicine outside, but you don't like this kind of hardware?"
How can I get over a hundred gold?
That's Mr. Chang'an slandering my reputation!
This arrogant person is not a son of man!
Xia Wuqi was so angry that he thought about how to refuse.
Ying Chengyu, who was waiting by the side, grabbed the hardware and stuffed it into Xia Wuji's arms, muttering as he stuffed it back.
"The hardware is good, don't be too little. The Meng family is not as well-off as I am. How much money do you want to receive for practicing medicine?"
You're such a jerk and you're still here?!
Xia Wuqi's breathing was disordered. He put his hands on his chest and his face turned red.
The good-tempered doctor was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wanted to kill Ying Chengyu who was talking nonsense with the hand of treating diseases and saving lives.
"Mr. Chang'an, don't stop being filthy and have a good reputation?"
Ying Chengyu sighed and put the hardware in his arms.
"Okay, I know you want to lose face. Just follow the old rules. I'll send you to the Imperial Medical Office later."
How could Shuzi bully me like this!
How could Shuzi be so angry with me!
Xia Wuqi's face was gloomy, he opened the palm of Ying Chenglong's hand, took out the hardware and placed it on the stone table.
"I, Xia Wuji, swear in the name of our ancestor Bian Que that if healing and saving people is not done out of one's heart, but for money and silk, and goes against the medical profession, there will be such a case!"
Pong~
Xia Wuji punched the stone table.
This punch is extremely powerful, and the energy is concentrated.
Unexpectedly, when he smashed a corner of the stone table, the bamboo slips placed on the stone table did not move at all.
After spending the little inner strength he had just accumulated to punch the punch, Xia Wuqi held on to the chipped stone table and panted.
Seeing Xia Wuji acting like this, Zhao Su gave Ying Chengyu a look that said, "It's almost done" and apologized to Xia Wuji.
"This is a matter of recklessness. I misunderstood you, sir, and I hope you will forgive me for any offense I may have caused."
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Xia Wuji said these two words calmly, but his heart felt relieved.
If my family of doctors are trying to make money and treat diseases, how are they any different from greedy and despicable businessmen!
Xia Wuji doesn't value money.
In the past, most of the medical fees earned from practicing medicine were used to purchase medicinal materials or develop new prescriptions.
But Xia Wuji valued reputation.
All schools of thought, no matter which one, are extremely respectful to doctors.
From kings and nobles to common people and slaves, they all have deep respect for doctors.
This is the result of generations of medical disciples’ selfless attitude of saving lives without asking for anything in return.
As a descendant of the medical family, Xia Wuji would never allow the reputation of the medical family to be tarnished on him.
"It's a joke, Old Man Xia doesn't like money, he's not interested in money. Come on, Old Man Xia, to express my apology, I'll help you out."
If Xia Wuqi hadn't asked about Ying Chengyu's experience in treating heart ailments, he would have flatly refused at this moment.
But in order to improve medical skills to a higher level, cure more diseases, and treat more people,
He said nothing more and allowed Ying Chengyu to help him walk away.
The two of them were walking on the bluestone road in Meng Mansion, their figures illuminated by the sky.
The guards, servants, maids, and younger ones who passed by would bow their heads slightly to the two of them to show respect.
Many elderly people would only bow their heads to Xia Wuqie and nod gratefully to Ying Chengyu.
This Shuzi has a close relationship with the Meng family. Anyone who has been with the Meng family for a long time knows this Shuzi and has good intentions towards him. I wonder if His Majesty knows about this.
If you dare to do this in front of me, Your Majesty should know.
"I don't know how Chang'an Jun and his doctor managed to cure people's heart disease. Can Wuji be taught this technique? Wuji can worship Changan Jun as his teacher."