The next day, a carriage stopped in front of the mansion.
A short, fat, middle-aged man got out of the carriage.
"Who are you?" the guard guarding the door asked in a deep voice.
"I'm Dong Cun'er, the county magistrate of Lower East City. I heard that General Wen Qian is coming, and I hope to meet him." The man said, cupping his hands.
"General, you are ill. Please come back!" The guard waved his hand impatiently.
Dong Cun'er was not angry and turned around to wave.
"I heard that General Wen Qian was dissatisfied with the local environment and brought a doctor to him."
The guard looked at the doctor who came over and shook his head: "No need, my general has brought the doctor with him."
"Please let me go in and see the general. I'm already late for most of the day. I'm really sorry!" Dong Cun'er humbly handed over his hand again.
The guard calmed down and finally gave up his position.
"In that case, come with me."
"Thank you!" Dong Cun'er nodded with a smile and followed.
In the main hall, Wen Qian sat on the main seat with his chin in his hands.
"Why aren't you here yet?"
He was not proud because he was the son of the prime minister, but Qian Qian said that if the magistrate would come, he would definitely come.
Long Qian, who was disguised as a man, put down his pen and shook his head: "Wait a minute!"
"Qianqian, let's..." Wen Qian put down his hand and coughed lightly, "Mr. Long, let's take it seriously..."
"General Wen Qian, I'm going to the magistrate of Dongcheng to ask for an audience." The guard's voice came in.
Wen Qian straightened his back, leaned back, and half-lyed on the soft bed.
"Let him in." He responded weakly.
"yes!"
The guard cupped his hands, turned around and led someone through the door.
The man hurriedly walked to the palace and knelt down.
"See General Wen Qian! I, Dong Cun'er, am the magistrate of Lower East City."
"Get up!" Wen Qian waved his hand and sighed lightly.
"Yes." Dong Cun'er stood up, "General Wen Qian, I heard that you are ill. Is this the case?"
It is no secret that General Wen Qian, the son of Prime Minister Wen, came to Lower East City.
No one expected that he would fall ill on the first night he came here. His servants looked around for good medicine, and the news spread immediately.
"General Wen Qian is not ill, he was bitten by a mosquito." The guard responded softly.
"Bitten by a mosquito?" Dong Cun'er frowned, "How is the situation? Do you need my doctor to take a look?"
"This Doctor Long is General Wen Qian's personal doctor." The guard waved his hand and introduced.
Long Qian, holding a fan in his hand, stood up and nodded towards Dong Cun'er.
“I’ve seen Dong Zhixian!”
"Hello!" Dong Cun'er turned around and bowed.
He looked up at Long Qian, put down his hands, and asked softly: "May I ask Doctor Long, how is General Wen Qian's situation?"
Wen Qian leaned on the couch with a weak look on his face and seemed to not want to speak.
Dong Cun'er was anxious and could only ask Long Qian.
"General Wen Qian took the medicine, his skin was no longer so red and swollen, and his fever went away, but..." Long Qian shook his head.
"What's wrong?" Dong Cun'er took half a step forward, "As long as I can help, I will do my best!"
The visitor was the son of Prime Minister Wen, and no one dared to neglect him, not to mention that he was only a small county magistrate.
When a person is in his place, he must be responsible to the end.
"There are too many mosquitoes and they are poisonous. If we don't eliminate them properly and bite General Wen Qian again, the consequences will be serious!" Long Qian clapped the fan in his hand and responded.
"It must be eliminated properly!" Dong Cun'er nodded sharply, but frowned again.
"But these mosquitoes are really difficult to deal with. I wonder what Dr. Long has to say?"
