Yang Mo said: "The days are long. If you don't heal your wounds, it will be more difficult to do martial arts in the future. The gains outweigh the losses."
Miss Yang's words are always very convincing. Lu Zhi nodded, "I will take good care of her."
That's good. The patient has to go home, the doctor's orders must be written clearly, and Lu Zhi's medical record must be filled out. Yang Mo handed it to Lu Zhi, deliberately sullen and serious, "You must follow what I wrote, doctor of Baohetang."
He would come to see his injuries every day.”
Lu Zhi nodded and turned to look at the house where he had lived for several days. He had experienced life and death here. Everything here left a little concern in his heart, especially the young doctor in Baohe Hall. Everyone would make fun of him when they met.
In other words, if Miss Yang hadn't been a woman, he might have regarded her as a brother. Thinking about this, Lu Zhi didn't dare to look up at Miss Yang again.
Lu Zheng was unable to go out because of his filial piety. Mrs. Lu ordered her servants to bring Lu Zhi to the sedan chair to take him home. Lu Zhi waved his hand and said, "I will go out by myself."
For such a long time in Baohe Hall, he had heard the comments about Miss Yang from outside. Miss Yang was a woman who would attract criticism no matter what she did. Just because for thousands of years, few women could surpass men. Women
He could not stay outside but should stay at home and follow the four virtues. If he had not come here to treat his illness, he would not have identified with any heroine. Thinking of this, he felt that he was really shallow in the past.
He couldn't do anything to help Miss Yang. He could only walk out of Baohe Hall and the medicine shop street in front of everyone, so that the doctors and doctors could see that Miss Yang had saved him.
Lu Zhi arranged his robe and walked out slowly.
Whether it was the doctor, clerk, or shopkeeper in the pharmacy, they all stopped to look at Lu Zhi.
Although Lu Zhi walked slowly, he walked steadily, with a normal expression on his face. He lifted up his robe and stepped out of the threshold of Baohe Hall.
The doctor who came to hand over the letter heard the person next to him shout, "Master Lu."
Young Master Lu was the Young Master Lu who was treated by Miss Yang and was stabbed by the gun. The young man felt his heart skip a beat and watched as Young Master Lu passed by. After a while, he finally remembered, "Everyone, come and see, Miss Yang."
The cured Master Lu walked out on his own."
The news of the Lu family's pick-up had already spread, but when the young man called him like this, everyone went out and looked into the street.
Master Lu really stepped out on his own.
The Lu family opened the sedan curtain, but Lu Zhi stopped and raised his head to look at the sky.
Under the clear blue sky, he took a deep breath. Although the aroma was full of herbs, it still made him feel comfortable. He lowered his head and waved to the family next to him, and walked towards the street step by step. He wanted to get out of this street.
Lu Zhi turned around, first bowed solemnly to Baohetang three times, and then slowly walked forward. The Lu family followed behind in a sedan chair. The originally noisy street was extremely quiet at this moment, and everyone
All eyes were on Lu Zhi.
The young master of the Lu family was obviously about to die at that time, but now he can stand up and walk. At this moment, I can't help but admire Miss Yang.
"Miss Yang has excellent medical skills." The young doctor who was standing at the door of Baohe Hall and was about to hand in a letter shouted.
The doctors in the medicine shop didn't seem to care, but they listened carefully to the sounds around them, and some even asked their disciples to take a look.
The young master of the Lu family is indeed walking forward step by step.
Miss Yang's medical skills are indeed superb, and together with Ji Zizhuan, she cured such an injury.
"Miss Yang has excellent medical skills." The Lu family began to agree.
"Miss Yang has excellent medical skills."
Voices rose and fell one after another, and no one stood up to refute.
No one can refute the obvious facts. Those who had objections all shrank their necks. Although no one was willing to admit that medical skills were inferior to that of a woman, this was the fact.
Lu Zhi felt that he was walking more and more briskly. Not only was he alive, but he could also prove the medical skills of Baohetang and Miss Yang in this way.
Thanks to him not dying, he persevered, and he was grateful to Miss Yang from the bottom of his heart.
Amidst the noise, there was a man mingling among the crowd to watch the excitement. His eyes looked around curiously, like a bird out of its cage, with an expression of great interest.
The servants beside him kept bending down to persuade him, "My God... Young Master... go back! This chaos is not safe."
The emperor in disguise shook his sleeves and looked at his chamberlain with disdain, "Isn't it the king's land in the world? What are you afraid of? Besides, I have thirteen guards, let alone outsiders. Even you, an old dog, can't touch me.
Every cent."
The chamberlain hurriedly bent down and said, "You are talking about..." His eyes kept looking around, and the guards in plain clothes were faithfully distributed on the left and right.
"Who is this person?" The emperor put his hands in his sleeves and pursed his lips at Lu Zhi.
The chamberlain didn't know how to answer the question. How could he clearly know the people he met on the street? It wasn't like in the palace, where a cat, three dogs, or four random people could count their ancestors.
The man waved impatiently, "Why is everyone looking at him?"
The chamberlain hurriedly ordered people to inquire.
Seeing Lu Zhi walking out of this street, the chamberlain found out, "The man was seriously injured and other doctors thought he would definitely die, but Yang from Baohetang cured him. Now everyone is watching him walk out of this place step by step."
It’s a street.”
"Which Yang?"
The emperor would forget things he didn't care about as soon as he turned away. The servant said respectfully: "He is the one who cured Prince Chunjun."
"Oh, that Yang family..." The emperor didn't care very much, turned around and looked at Baohe Hall, "Go and see what's posted on the door?"
The chamberlain hurriedly ordered people to take a look.
The news came back in a moment, "It's a question Yang asked when recruiting disciples."
The emperor found it very ridiculous that a woman wanted to recruit a disciple, and she even wanted to recruit a disciple seriously, "Is the Yang family really that powerful?"
The chamberlain said: "I don't know, but Prince Chunjun's illness... is always cured by Yang."
The emperor nodded, and the chamberlain stepped forward and said: "Young Master, it's time to go back. There are so many people out there, and we don't know who will see the Young Master..."
He was the emperor, no one dared to nag in his ear. The emperor frowned and stepped on the eunuch. The eunuch shed tears of pain, but he did not dare to say anything and stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.
The emperor spurned, "You old dog."
The emperor asked his chamberlain and guards to escort him back to the palace. He immediately saw Mr. Feng Ge waiting there at the door. Mr. Feng stepped forward and saluted, "Your Majesty, where are you...? What will happen if something goes wrong?"
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Mr. Feng Ge was trembling, as if he had been greatly frightened.
The emperor waved his hand, "I am not a three-year-old child. I am just leaving the palace to see my country. I am protected by a heavenly master and there are people guarding me. It is only for an hour. What can I do?"
The emperor got on the imperial chariot, and Mr. Feng Ge held his official robe and trotted behind him. The emperor looked at Mr. Feng Ge's gray-haired appearance, breathing heavily as if he was going to die immediately. He felt funny in his heart, and his face was sullen.
Urging the palace attendant, "Hurry up, I have to change my clothes."
The palace man increased his speed. Feng Gelao couldn't keep up and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he was supported by a chamberlain.
The emperor went straight to the Shangqing Courtyard, put on Taoist uniforms, and sat on the futon leisurely. It took Feng Gelao a long time to let the servants help him into the hall, snorting from his nostrils as he walked, and his embarrassed appearance made him
The emperor wanted to cover his mouth and laugh.
"Your Majesty..." Mr. Feng Ge was speechless, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Listen to my words... You must take safety into account... You must not... You must not..." His legs were trembling.
The emperor was displeased by Mr. Feng Ge's advice and immediately went away. He raised his arms and said with a smile: "Mr. Ge is tired. Go down and have a rest. I'm going to meditate."
Mr. Feng Ge turned his head and looked to the side. A chamberlain had already taken a fly whisk and handed it to the emperor. The emperor closed his eyes and looked like he had fallen into trance.
Mr. Feng Ge couldn't help coughing, and knelt down tremblingly, "Your Majesty, I have something to report." He stopped and raised his eyes, but there was no expression on the emperor's face.
The emperor didn't respond, so Mr. Feng Ge just knelt like this, sweating on the ground.
After a long while, the emperor let out a long breath and opened his eyelids, "Mr. Feng Ge, why haven't you left yet?"
Mr. Feng Ge seemed to have fallen asleep, and the chamberlain next to him hurriedly stepped forward to remind him, "Mr. Ge, Mr. Ge, the emperor wants to ask you a question."
Only then did Mr. Feng Ge come back to his senses and hurriedly lay on the ground, "Your Majesty, the three justice divisions will interrogate Tong Yingfu. Tong Yingfu mentioned the case of Yang Bingzheng, the prefect of Anqing Prefecture. The three justice divisions handed the memorial to the emperor. The emperor approved that the trial should continue. The veteran said
Wang Zhenting, a former colleague, was sent to Beijing. Wang Zhenting reported Yang Bingzheng's case. Only Wang Zhenting could tell clearly. Unexpectedly, Wang Zhenting did not arrive in Beijing but disappeared. The old minister thought that there must be something wrong on the road. Officials came to Beijing yesterday
Report, Wang Zhenting encountered robbers on his boat, and he may have been poisoned."
"How come the government ship was robbed? I thought there was something fishy about this case. I saw that it was a case that had already been tried. Why was it brought up? Now the witness has... That can't be dead without evidence. Tong Yingfu said that Yang Bingzheng was wrongly accused, that is, he was
He was wronged, and many imperial historians wrote memorials on behalf of Yang Bingzheng."
The emperor was helpless and upset when he heard this, "Tell me, Mr. Ge, what should we do?"
Mr. Feng Ge lowered his head and said: "Let the Three Justices Division decide Tong Yingfu's case and behead him in that place. Don't get involved in other matters, lest anyone make a big fuss about it."
As soon as Mr. Feng Ge said this, the palace servants at the door suddenly walked in, lowered their heads and reported to the chamberlain beside the emperor. The chamberlain looked at Mr. Feng meaningfully, and then told the emperor.
The emperor raised his eyes and said, "Mr. Feng Ge," the voice echoed for a long time in the hall, "the official department reported that Wang Zhenting has arrived in the capital and is waiting to be summoned."
Old Feng Ge's face changed, "This...is the old minister's...negligence."
The emperor nodded, "Now that the people are here, let the Three Laws Judge clear it up," he paused and said in a high-pitched voice, "What else does Mr. Ge have to do?"
Mr. Feng Ge said in a rough voice with a weak breath, "I'm fine, sir."
The emperor waved his hand as if to shoo away a fly.
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