Chapter 497: Can Cheng Taichang do well, let the villain guard the teacher
Chapter 497: Can Cheng Taichang be kind and let the villain guard the master... (Please subscribe and vote)
The wooden frame was erected, then covered with gauze, and bowls of lime water were sprinkled on it.
Soon, the place where the musicians from the Taiyue Department were stationed was filled with the smell of lime water.
The musicians who had returned did not return to their respective houses, but stayed outside.
Looking here curiously, he whispered about the tall and majestic Cheng Taichang.
"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten that Cheng Sanlang is still from our Taichang Temple."
"No, Cheng Taichang has always stayed at the Imperial Medical Office, and he has never been to any of the other offices of our Taichang Temple."
"Cheng Taichang's medical skills are well known all over the world, and his literary talent and poetry are also superb. It's a pity that he doesn't know how to play musical instruments. Otherwise, we could ask Cheng Taichang to give us some guidance."
"Yes, I heard that General Cheng has thick eyebrows and angry eyes, and he looks very ferocious.
I have a painting of General Cheng posted all over my house, which is very effective in keeping the house away from evil spirits. But I didn’t expect that Cheng Taichang turned out to be so handsome, and he didn’t look like the one in the painting at all.”
Cheng Chubi stood with his hands behind his hands, watching the two loyal servants and the handymen setting up the operating room.
All around my ears were the chirping sounds of those male and female musicians who were too regular, just like tens of thousands of flies.
In particular, some voices commenting on his appearance made Cheng Chubi have a dark look on his face.
God doesn't look like the painting at all. That's Master Yan's artistic processing, okay?
As for my three underage brothers, don’t they also have hairy beards?
Forget it, Cheng Chubi is too lazy to deal with these male and female musicians who only know how to make music but lack artistic creativity.
Most of them had wrinkled faces, which made Cheng Chubi feel that the Minister of Taidang Temple must not have done his job well.
After all, music is also an art category, so you have to pay attention to your image. Musicians can’t all be middle-aged or old.
There are probably less than ten people in the young Yue Zhang. The others are all over forty years old, and there are quite a few old men with white beards.
If only the girl from the Dean's Square next door were nicer, she would at least look pleasing to the eye.
Maybe you can show your arms and legs when you dance, but it's not like here, the old ones, the young ones,
If you offend me, I will go to your Taiyue Department one day and ask you to hold a symphony party of national musical instruments.
You won't die if you practice hard, you guys are so idle that your balls hurt.
Cheng Chubi is already a professionally trained moral representative of the old Cheng family. He is madly complaining on the inside, but on the outside he appears to be calm, confident and calm.
At least, Cheng Taichang's beauty is very much appreciated and welcomed by the grandparents in Taile Department.
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It only took less than an hour to build this simple operating room.
And Cheng Xin and Deng Leshi soon saw three strangers in white clothes, white hats and white trousers... Well, it was the strangers with white masks who rushed in and started spraying lime water on the floor and walls of the house.
Such an operation made the master and apprentice look trembling and confused. Fortunately, Cheng Chubi soon appeared outside the house.
"Don't worry, they are disinfecting your room, Mr. Deng, so that you can rest here after the surgery and reduce the occurrence of infection."
"It's really hard work. I'm so kind and kind, but I can't repay you even if I'm a low-ranking official."
The pain still continued, but after Cheng Chubi applied the acupuncture, at least the pain did not make him feel that he was worse off than dead.
On the couch, he bowed gratefully to Cheng Chubi in salute. But Chengxin knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times to Cheng Chubi.
Such an action made Cheng Chubi slightly stunned, then he took two steps forward and lifted up the red and swollen forehead.
At this moment, Cheng Chubi looked at the young man who was so excited that his eyes were filled with tears, and then glanced at Deng Leshi, who was lying on the couch with gray hair and beard, and comforted him with gentle words.
"Okay, okay, it's Cheng's duty as a doctor to treat illnesses and save people. It doesn't have to be like this."
Cheng Chubi, a powerful medical worker, took it upon himself to change the patient, who was in severe pain, into a hospital gown.
At this moment, Cheng Xin looked at Cheng Chubi and begged in a low voice, "Cheng Taichang, can you please do well and let me guard the master..."
"You? Are you afraid of seeing blood?" Cheng Chubi glanced at Chengxin and asked calmly.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not afraid of anything, little guy." Cheng Xin quickly said loudly.
"Okay, so and so, Cheng Fa, give him a surgical gown, a mask and a hat."
After a while, I saw a group of people in white clothes and white hats appearing in the yard.
Even at noon when the sun was shining brightly, everyone in the Imperial Medical Office couldn't help but shiver.
An elderly musician gasped as if he had a toothache.
"If I saw such a group of people at night, I might think it was a ghost..."
"Master Deng also went in. Did you see him? He is the only one who is not masked."
"I hope Deng Sixiao can survive. His disease..."
"Mr. Liu, how can you say that? If Cheng Taichang takes action, there will be people who cannot be saved."
"This has nothing to do with Cheng Taichang. I remember that more than ten years ago, I and several colleagues fled from Jiangdu..."
The old pharmacist with gray beard said quietly, "My dear friend, Yue Mo, also has the same disease."
"I cried so much in pain that I only stayed up for one day and one night, and by the second night..."
After hearing these words, several elderly musicians also looked sad and sighing.
They all experienced the same tragedies, such as the Jiangdu Incident, the former emperor was killed, and many musicians died tragically among the rebels.
Fortunately, the Tang Dynasty has been a peaceful and prosperous era since the founding of the People's Republic of China. It is a rare opportunity for these musicians, whose youth has passed, to continue to enjoy their old age in this era.
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Li Yuan woke up from his nap and was washing up. He listened to Zhongbao's report and heard Cheng Chubi's undue demands.
He immediately became angry and said, wiping his hands and teeth with a towel.
"Ignore that shameless bastard, he is trying to take advantage of me."
Eunuch Zhongbao's petrified face remained unchanged, but his eyes flashed with a hint of pride.
"Yes, Your Majesty. This slave only promised to give him five chickens, five rabbits and one sheep. He promised to cook half of them and send them to Your Majesty."
"Well, that's pretty much it. You did a good job on this job, but you have to not give in when dealing with that kid."
Li Yuan had finished washing and looked around energetically, thinking about what he should do, and blurted out a question.
"What about that kid? Are you squatting down and playing cards with his two men again?"
When he heard the word "playing cards", the corners of Eunuch Zhongbao's eyes twitched. After controlling his emotions, he answered slowly.
"By the way, Your Majesty, he just heard that a musician in the Taiyue Department has an emergency, and he is currently operating on that musician."