Chapter 386 Cheng Taichang of the Imperial Physician Office has a way to treat this disease (seeking
Chapter 386 Cheng Taichang from the Imperial Medical Office has a way to treat this disease (please subscribe and vote)
The two medical orders, Wang and Zhang, looked at Cheng Chubi with confused expressions, feeling that they were not feeling well.
Doctor Zhang was so anxious that he almost jumped up. "Cheng Taichang, that's Duke Zhao."
"He is an official in the Ministry of Personnel, can he control me?" Cheng Chubi rolled his eyes unhappily.
"..."
Wang Yiling suddenly thought of those rumors and rumors, and quickly tugged on Zhang Yiling's sleeve and glanced at his colleague.
After the two chatted for a few more words, they hurriedly left the yard where Cheng Chubi was.
Zhang Yiling couldn't help but hate the fact that iron cannot become steel. "What does Cheng Sanlang mean? Such a good opportunity..."
Wang Yiling couldn't help but sigh, and lowered his voice and whispered in Zhang Yiling's ear.
"Do you think Cheng Sanlang, who runs to the palace every two days, has no need to flatter that person?"
"Besides, don't forget, it has been rumored before that that person doesn't like Cheng Taichang..."
Zhang Yiling suddenly understood. He opened his mouth and rolled his eyes for a long time before saying, "Then what should we do?"
"Haha... What does it have to do with you and me when gods fight?" Wang Yiling, who had already put his hand down from his heart, twitched his long beard and smiled.
"On one side is a dignified uncle, and on the other side, this person has saved the lives of the emperor and the queen."
"Which one of them do you think is afraid of whom?"
Zhang Yiling thought of Cheng Taichang's bad temper. Don't forget that behind him squatted the most noble bully in the Tang Dynasty.
"This, I really don't know what to say."
Wang Yiling then sighed and said, "It doesn't matter, since Cheng Taichang has this ability."
"Then, I will make another hard trip to Zhao Guogong's mansion and inform the eldest grandson."
"As for whether Changsun Libu came to the Imperial Medical Office or Cheng Taichang went to Changsun Libu's house, that has nothing to do with you and me."
"Brother Wang is still very cunning. This little brother is far inferior to me."
Hearing this, Zhang Yiling bowed respectfully to Wang Yiling, who smiled like an old fox.
"I have been serving as an official in the imperial medical office for more than thirty years in the previous dynasty, although my position was low and low.
But at least I’ve seen a lot of changes in the wind, so naturally I have to think more about it, so it’s not a bad thing after all.”
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"Young Master, the eldest grandson is ill. Would you like you to treat him?"
Cheng Ji, who sent two medical orders to leave the hospital, rushed back to the room and asked curiously.
Cheng Li had already put away the two empty tea bowls and brought the bamboo sign over.
Cheng Chubi chuckled. "To be honest, that bad old man is so cruel that I really don't want to treat him."
"But, as a doctor, if he really comes to seek medical treatment, wouldn't it be an insult to my profession if I don't treat him?"
"Sir, what is your major?" Cheng Li couldn't help but ask.
Cheng Ji glared at this guy angrily. "That's not nonsense. Of course he's a doctor. Is he still playing cards?"
Cheng Chubi smiled at Cheng Ji with satisfaction, which meant that this young man was smart and a good assistant.
As for Cheng Li, this guy should be sent to the medical department to work as a clerk, so as not to offend people because he can't speak.
Cheng Chubi rubbed his fingers and turned to look at the sky. It was still early. Now that he was going home, he would have to watch his three naughty brothers jumping up and down in front of him.
Otherwise, my mother would come to me quietly, talking both internally and externally, constantly reminding me...
Alas, what a mess it is for me, a talented person in charge of the Cheng family who loves to stay at home, and my mother returns to the house, but I feel even more worried.
Forget it, don't think about it anymore, the only way to relieve your worries is to play cards.
"Come on, come on, if you are idle, you are idle, hurry up and shuffle the cards, let's continue..."
Soon, the energetic and conscientious sound of playing cards rang out again, as did the handymen who were guarding the courtyard gate in high spirits.
After hearing this rhythmic sound, I began to feel sleepy again. After a while, I closed my eyes peacefully.
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Wang Yiling once again entered the Duke of Zhao's mansion, sipping ice-cold soup to cool down in the front hall and waiting patiently.
Before finishing the bowl of iced soup, Changsun Chong hurried over. "Mr. Wang, is there any good news?"
Doctor Wang did not hesitate to stand up, returned the salute, and spoke sternly.
"Fortunately, Cheng Taichang does have a way to solve Duke Zhao's stubborn illness."
Changsun Chong couldn't help but look happy. "There really is a way, that would be too...wait a minute, who is it?"
"Of course it's Cheng Sanlang, the Prime Minister of Taichang Temple, the Imperial Physician of the Imperial Medical Department." Wang Yiling's expression was flawless.
It was as if he never knew what had to be said between Changsun Libu and Cheng Sanlang.
Changsun Chong rubbed his stiff smiling face, feeling as if he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle. It was really a mixed bag of five flavors.
"It's actually him, then...then does he have..." Changsun Chong only said half of what he said, and then he took the initiative to shut his mouth.
Changsun Chong remembered that his father had complained about the old Cheng family many times in front of him in the mansion.
In the past, most people complained about Lu Guogong Cheng Yaojin, but this year, they mainly complained about Cheng Sanlang.
Although someone like his father may not show it too obviously on the surface, as the eldest son of Changsun Wuji,
Changsun Chong knew very well that his father and Cheng Sanlang had conflicts that were impossible to reconcile.
Seeing Changsun Chong standing on the spot and silently muttering, his expression changing, Wang Yi Ling secretly chuckled.
Sure enough, fortunately, I didn't bother to persuade Cheng Taichang to come. It seemed that the rumors were true.
"Wang Medical Order, have you said goodbye to Cheng Taichang? The sick person is my father?"
Wang Yiling nodded, and after Chang Sun Chong asked repeatedly, Wang Yiling squeaked out the answer given by Cheng Chubi.
"Cheng Taichang said that if Duke Zhao wants to cure this disease, he needs to ask Duke Zhao to go to the Imperial Medical Office. He is busy with official duties and really can't leave."
Changsun Chong understood this very well. It would be strange if the Cheng family could really speak so politely. If you believe it, you can only believe the first half of it.
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Changsun Chong stood at the door of the mansion, watching Dr. Wang boarding the car and leaving. The smile on his face gradually faded, and he couldn't help but look up to the sky with a dark face and sigh.
What the hell is this? The person who can cure this disease is actually Cheng Sanlang, a member of the Wu family whom my father hates the most.
But the problem right now is that the longer the time goes on, the more uncomfortable the father will feel.
Last time he used a laxative prescription, and it took his father almost half a month to regain his breath. Changsun Chong couldn't imagine that he would have to do it again this time.
Gritting his teeth and stamping his feet, Changsun Chong took a deep breath, turned around and entered the house, heading straight towards the backyard where his father was.
Changsun Wuji was lying on the couch and saw his eldest son Changsun rushing towards him and nodded slightly towards him.
"How about that? Did Wang Yiling say anything?"
Changsun Chong saw his father looking at him helplessly and decided to tell the truth. "Cheng Taichang from the Imperial Medical Department has a way to treat this disease."