At the entrance of the dilapidated alley, an old man who was enjoying the cool looked up and saw a gentle middle-aged scribe. He looked around in surprise and replied: "There is a Dr. Zhong here, but I don't know if he is the Dr. Zhong you mentioned."
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The scribe smiled and nodded, pointing to the row of people in the alley: "Are they all here to see the God of Bell for treatment?"
"That's right!" the old man said with a smile, "Doctor Zhong is a good man. There are many poor people in this world. He charges a small amount of money for medical treatment. Everyone who can't afford medical treatment comes to see him. Hey, I really like it.
many people."
He glanced curiously at the young master with his entourage behind the scribe. These people didn't look like they looked down upon the doctor. Has Dr. Zhong's reputation spread so far?
"Thank you, brother." The scribe saluted and thanked him, and winked at the attendant. Immediately, someone came over, said a few words to the medicine boy at the door, and stuffed another ingot of silver.
The medicine boy looked here, but shook his head firmly. The attendant wanted to say more, so he simply turned around and went back.
The attendant had no choice but to come over and reply: "He won't charge us and wants us to queue up."
The scribe was not surprised at all: "Exalted people always have a bit of a temper. Then wait in line here and find a place for the young master to rest."
Several attendants got busy, one person lined up here, and the others borrowed a small courtyard nearby to rest.
Fortunately, they came early and were in line soon.
Several people entered the courtyard where Dr. Zhong lived, and saw a thin middle-aged man sitting in the main room, a medicine boy serving pen and ink, and a medicine boy arranging patients. It was very orderly.
Dr. Zhong was dressed simply, but he looked quite elegant. He was not surprised when he saw their appearance. He pointed to the stool next to him: "Who is the patient? Come sit here."
Yan Cheng sat over.
Several followers immediately blocked the surrounding area.
Dr. Zhong was not surprised. He checked Yan Cheng's pulse for a while and then asked, "What disease does this young master treat?"
Without waiting for Yan Cheng to answer, Mr. Fu asked: "Doctor, what do you think is wrong with my young master?"
He was so probing, but Doctor Zhong didn't get angry. He replied slowly and calmly: "Your young master is barely healthy. If you want to talk about illness, he is naturally not sick."
"reluctantly?"
Dr. Zhong nodded: "Qi and blood are deficient, and kidney essence is insufficient. It's a bit weak, but it's not a disease."
Hearing what he said was accurate, Mr. Fu was overjoyed and bowed his hands: "I have offended you a lot before. I hope the doctor will not blame you. We are here to see this disease."
Dr. Zhong was not surprised, but waved his hand: "If that's the case, you guys can go back. I'm not sure how to cure this disease."
Mr. Fu was anxious and asked hurriedly: "Why did the doctor say this? Can't qi, blood and kidney essence be replenished?"
Dr. Zhong said calmly: "It can be repaired, but if the root is damaged, repairing it won't do much."
Mr. Fu was stunned and asked intuitively: "Genzi?"
Doctor Zhong looked at the heroic-looking young master in front of him and sighed inwardly: "Young Master's disease is probably congenital. He was damaged in the mother's womb, and it is extremely difficult to repair the day after tomorrow. Seeing that the young master was born into a wealthy family, he must have special skills.
There are doctors who regulate essence and blood, but the prescriptions I can prescribe are very different from theirs."
Mr. Fu refused to give up: "Doctor, can't you really try it?"
Dr. Zhong replied: "If you insist, I can prescribe a prescription. But first of all, the effect may not be good."
A heavy atmosphere filled the air, and Mr. Fu didn't know what to say. Finally, Yan Cheng asked himself: "Doctor, will I never have any children in the future?"
"There are still opportunities, but...it's very difficult."
Yan Cheng understood, so he held on and said, "It's better to ask the doctor to prescribe a prescription. Thank you for your help."
Dr. Zhong nodded and without asking any questions, he carefully drafted a recipe and gave it to Mr. Fu with one final explanation: "Young master was born with too many injuries. To be able to be so healthy, your family's doctors are already experts in the world.
My recipe may not be inferior to it, but I hope you will consider it carefully before using it."
Mr. Fu thanked him, asked his entourage to keep the silver, and then escorted Yan Cheng away.
They did not return to the East Palace, but went to a small courtyard set up elsewhere.
As soon as Yan Cheng entered the room, he sat down exhausted and his face became paler.
Mr. Fu waved off his entourage and said softly: "Your Highness, there are always experts in the world. We will continue to look for them."
Yan Cheng laughed miserably: "How many doctors have I been to these days? There are famous doctors in the capital and experts in the market. Either they can't see it or they can't cure it. What hope do I have?"
"But they all said that His Highness is just a little bit more difficult to have an heir, but it's not absolutely impossible."
Yan Cheng waved his hand: "Of course they won't stick to their words. If something goes wrong, wouldn't it mean that the sign will be smashed?"
"Maybe you are the one?"
Mr. Fu's words did not comfort him, but instead aroused Yan Cheng's sadness: "Yes, there is only a chance, how can there be such a coincidence?"
Now Mr. Fu didn't know what to say.
After sitting in silence for a while, Yan Cheng spoke again: "Sir, you'd better change your family as soon as possible. If I don't have any heirs, I will be a drag on you after all."
Mr. Fu was shocked: "Your Highness!" He looked sad. "Why do you say these heart-wrenching words? Fu has been with you for many years and has become a fusion of flesh and blood. If I abandon you at this time, how can I have the dignity to gain a foothold in the world?"
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"but I……"
"So what if there are no heirs?" Mr. Fu interrupted him, "There have always been so many emperors who have no heirs, why don't they all fight for it? As the legitimate eldest son, His Highness is the legitimate heir. As for the future, you will adopt one.
, the Yan family also has several branches, and they have been raised since childhood, so they have nothing to lose."
Yan Cheng didn't say a word.
Mr. Fu added: "Don't forget that Emperor Wen of the previous dynasty also adopted a branch of the family. This happened several times later, and it is not uncommon."
Yan Cheng was silent for a moment and replied: "But the side branches are not as good as the direct line after all. My father..."
Mr. Fu gently advised: "Your Highness, the emperor and empress must have known about the prescription prescribed by the imperial doctor. They did not make any announcement, which shows that they are still biased towards you. You must not mess up your position, as it is easy to make mistakes."
However, Yan Cheng had bigger concerns, and he couldn't express them after thinking about them.
Mr. Fu couldn't help but worry: "Your Highness!"
Yan Cheng sighed and said: "I know my father is very good to me, but he is also very good to Xiao Er. Furthermore, if he thinks so now, what will happen in the future? In ten or eight years, Xiao Er will have many children.
, I have passed my age but my knees are empty. Will my father change his mind? Sir, this is hard to say!"
Mr. Fu also fell silent at this time.
Yes, Emperor Mingde still has hope. If ten, eight, or even twenty years later, the prince who still has no heirs will still be able to sit still?