The old eunuch returned after a long time, followed by Doctor Xia who was walking slowly.
The shoulders of Imperial Physician Xia were high on one side and low on the other. He must have put something under his clothes. His arms were swaying back and forth unevenly, and the path under his feet was even more twisted in just a few steps.
Jiang Su heard the sound of the friction between his sleeves being louder than ordinary people, and secretly guessed in his heart, "The injury is not serious, but he can still walk. If one of his collarbones is missing, walking will be unstable. If he can walk over, he must be able to walk."
It also took some effort.”
The old eunuch led the way slowly. Today he went to the Imperial Medical Bureau to look for Imperial Doctor Xia. He saw this young imperial doctor who used to walk calmly and steadily, lying under a medicine shelf in a corner of the Imperial Medical Bureau, with his head resting on some kind of hay.
heap.
His whole body was filled with the smell of blood. His outer robe was not on, and most of his chest was exposed. A white cloth was wrapped around his shoulders, oozing with red blood.
As for the Xia Imperial Physician, his face was pale, his lips were pale, his eyes were closed, and he had a faint sign of wanting to drive away to the west and die forever.
Imperial Doctor Xia was not originally very thin. As a frequent guest of the empresses in the palace and the families of officials in the capital, he was even somewhat muscular as he traveled around the city.
For just one day, he huddled in the dark corner of the Imperial Medical Office, looking like an old man begging at the city gate, with dull skin all over his body and sunken cheeks.
The old eunuch has seen scenes of rivers of blood flowing countless times, and has also seen people's heads falling to the ground, or old people dying.
Only this time...
This Imperial Doctor Xia is a person in the palace who has always kept aloof from the world and is sought after and respected by others...
Just because...the emperor is moody...
As the saying goes, being with a king is like being with a tiger. As a eunuch, even though he has been with the king for many years, he is still a mutton in the tiger's mouth...
Jiang Su sniffed the suddenly strong smell of blood in the air with satisfaction. She could already imagine the desolate state of this man.
The emperor waved his hand and signaled the palace people to leave.
The old eunuch kept his thoughts to himself, lowered his head, and slowly exited the door.
"Hiss--" The palace door closed.
Doctor Xia knelt down in front of the hall with a thump. His whole body was as listless as a dying patient, and his body was tilted to one side. If he didn't have a sound hand to support the ground, he might not even be able to kneel stably.
"Mr. Xia——" The emperor deliberately prolonged his tone, and there was a hint of ridicule in his words.
"How do you feel today? Have you not suffered an injury the size of a fingernail for a long time? Hey... Hahahahaha, I almost forgot. You used to be a monk and you had injuries the size of a fingernail. Take some pills and a few
Time has passed, and how can it be like now... so deadly?"
Jiang Su felt happy in her heart and couldn't help but cross her legs and sway her feet from time to time.
Doctor Xia originally lowered his head, but after hearing this, he gradually raised his chin and looked up at the high platform.
A person wearing a luxurious bright yellow robe embroidered with dragons is lazily sitting on a wooden chair behind the desk.
The look in Doctor Xia's eyes at this moment was not only tired, but also indifferent. He seemed to have no resistance to his own experience, nor did he have any resentment towards Jiang Su.
The two were both monks. When they met, they introduced each other to each other's families and called each other "fellow disciples" with a smile. Now, one of them is kneeling and worshiping, while the other is sitting on the high platform.
"It doesn't matter. Your Majesty is worried."
Doctor Xia's voice was extremely thin, like a mosquito flapping its wings in the air.
"Mr. Xia? I met a person by chance. I always feel that you are somewhat similar to him. I wonder if you have heard of this person?"
Jiang Su played with the seal between his fingers, rubbing the engraved words with his fingertips from time to time.
"Who is it? Your Majesty, why don't you tell me, I'm not sure... I will definitely know him."
His reply was polite, and he did not rely on his original status as a monk to have a relationship with Jiang Su. It seemed that those days of flying around the world in the clouds and mists, moving mountains and reclaiming seas with every move of his hands were gone.
Jiang Su snorted lightly and cursed in his mind: "Pretend."
She originally had no grievances with this man. They were both monks, so she had no reason to force this man to death in the secret realm. She was only angry because this man, as an imperial physician, had little understanding of medical science and was a bluff.
Two knives.
However, there was always a strange feeling in her heart that lingered for a long time. It took a full day for her to know what it felt like.
A sense of familiarity, an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Today, she had an enlightenment.
"I know a swordsman dressed in black. He has a snow-white sword. He likes to appear in the flames of the village..."
"He also likes to stalk others... day and night, all night long."
"His name is Wang Jia. I wonder if he is an acquaintance of Imperial Physician Xia."
The corners of Jiang Su's mouth turned up slightly, like a fox that had eaten honey, with cunning intentions and no help at all.
"No, we don't know each other." Doctor Xia deliberately deepened his words, as if he was shaking his head slowly after careful consideration.
"Oh? That's such a pity. I thought that the two of you speak and act in a similar way. Could it be that you two are close friends or blood relatives?"
Jiang Su's intention is still incomplete.
"Since you don't know me, why not make an oath."
"What?"
"I swear to heaven that you are not familiar with Wang Jia, and..."
The emperor paused for a moment and then continued.
"You are not Wang Jia."
The reason why the wolf king in the jungle can become the king of wolves is not only because he is cunning and possesses greater strength and keen intuition, but also because he is proficient in the rules of survival in the jungle.
Jiang Su didn't have any analytical steps, but suddenly thought of the strange sword cultivator he met a few days ago.
That person's name is Wang Jia, and he has been following me closely...
She thought about it and said it. Her intuition told her that this person had a meaning to exist at this moment and be known to others.
So, she asked Dr. Xia if she knew him.
"What's wrong? Don't you dare?" Jiang Su chuckled and asked.
There was still no wave in the eyes of Imperial Physician Xia, as if he saw a ferocious beast waving its claws at him, luring him into some kind of trap.
"..."
"I am not familiar with this monk named Wang Jia, and I am not Wang Jia."
Doctor Xia's tone was calm.
Jiang Su suddenly thought of the word "let others slaughter" in his mind.
Now he was lucky enough to become the emperor in the secret realm, but this man was unlucky and became an ant, but then he was extremely lucky and became the master of the secret realm again.
In the world of cultivation, hard work cannot compare to "luck" and "opportunity".
"Don't think too much, Doctor Xia, I'm just teasing you." Jiang Su changed his attitude in the blink of an eye. He calmly left the desk and gradually walked towards the person in the hall.
Fang Zhe stepped forward to support her tacitly, without any expression on his face.
Doctor Xia stared at this "Master Li" and seemed to know something in his heart.
