"Hmm~" Ying Zheng grabbed the quilt with both hands, snorted slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.
What you see is the familiar curtain, this is your own bedroom.
Why does this sleep feel like a world away?
"Your Majesty, you're awake."
A soft, joyful call came from beside him, and Ying Zheng knew it was his wife Mi Hua.
"Mi Hua, how did you fall asleep yesterday?"
"Your Majesty, Mr. Ganie sent you back to your palace yesterday, and you were already asleep. It was probably around Youshi."
"Youshi!" Ying Zheng shouted and sat up in shock, followed by, "Hiss~"
The stinging pain in his mind made him lie down weakly again, and he could only say through gritted teeth: "Youshi, the government affairs that I did yesterday..."
Mi Hua comforted him and said: "Your Majesty, things have priorities, and your body is the top priority at this moment. Some government affairs, dragging down the sick body, how many can be handled every day, and what is the efficiency, it is better to put your body first
Take good care of yourself."
Ying Zheng felt that the pain in his head had passed. He stretched out his eyebrows and sighed deeply, "There are delays in national government affairs. The past has not been settled. The latecomers will come. Once there is chaos, the country will be in danger. I am the king of the Qin Dynasty."
, how can you abolish public service for private reasons?"
With that said, he groped his way to sit up and prepare to stay.
"Your Majesty~" Mi Hua looked at him in surprise and shouted with her mouth covered.
"What's the matter? Tell me." Ying Zheng was getting clothes.
"Your Majesty, you were unable to get up on your own a few days ago."
Mi Hua looked happy and came close to him to help him get dressed. "The sleep you had yesterday must have been effective. Your Majesty should follow the doctor's advice carefully."
Only then did Ying Zheng remember that it was the person named Duan Murong who gave himself medicine yesterday and used some method to make himself fall asleep.
For some reason, he didn't find any signs of dissatisfaction or anger in himself. Instead, he replayed the scene in his mind.
Duan Murong stared at herself, frowned coldly, and shouted: "Don't move."
"Aren't you afraid of others?"
"I am a doctor and you are my patient. If a doctor is afraid of his patients, how can he treat them?"
"Duanmu Rong..." He muttered softly unconsciously.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty~" Mi Hua tilted her head and looked at him tentatively.
"Yeah~" Ying Zheng finally came back to his senses, stretched a little, and found that the clothes fit him perfectly. He nodded with satisfaction, and then walked out of the palace.
Mi Hua looked at his leaving figure, her eyebrows twitching, "Who is Duan Murong...?"
…
Meng Yi was extremely happy to see the king today. Because even if he didn't understand medical skills, he could roughly tell that the king's complexion had improved and he was more energetic than before.
He greeted the king with a good mood, but was scolded by Ying Zheng.
"Meng Yi, you knew that yesterday's official document had not been processed yet, why didn't you wake me up?!"
When Meng Yi was scolded, his first reaction was: Great! The king now has the strength to speak loudly!
He quickly calmed down his inner excitement, bowed his head and admitted his mistake honestly, "I know I was wrong, and please punish me, Your Majesty."
Ying Zheng stared at him quietly, feeling a little strange but unable to express it.
Then, he looked at Gai Nie and said, "With your strength, you can't stop Duan Murong?"
Gai Nie lowered his head slightly, "He is the king's doctor, and the treatment methods he used at that time were also the medical methods, so..."
Ying Zheng's eyes flickered between Gai Nie and Meng Yi, and finally he said "hum" and said nothing more.
While Meng Yi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he also looked at Gai Nie and smiled knowingly.
…
In Xianyang City, Xia Wuqi heard that two alchemists who had deceived the King of Qin were cooked to death. Then the King of Qin accepted treatment from a famous doctor recommended by the national advisor Lu Yan, knowing that he had no hope at all.
"Alas~" He stood on the side of the street, kicked off his straw sandals, looked at the pole he was holding and sighed.
There is a cloth hanging on the pole with the word "medical" written on it.
Originally, the money was not enough to hire a car to go home, but after staying in Xianyang City for another seven or eight days, with no income anymore, he might have to change his career and become a beggar.
However——
"Is this man a doctor?"
"Doctor Kusawa, he might be a charlatan."
"Let's go. It's better to find a medical clinic. It's more expensive."
"This guy is really funny. He dresses up like this and says he is a doctor. Who would dare to believe it?"
"let's go."
Xia Wuji also wanted to explain, but who was willing to listen? The streets were busy with traffic and people were walking in a hurry. The word "medical" on a rag was worth the blink of an eye.
Just when he was almost exhausted from waiting, a guest came to the door.
"You said you are a doctor?" A tall man, with his thin and sharp face lowered, came closer and asked.
Xia Wuji immediately smiled, nodded and said, "Yes, I am a doctor."
"Okay, come with me." The man didn't ask any more questions. He immediately grabbed Xia Wuji's hand and prepared to lead the people.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Xia Wuji tried to struggle.
"Please treat me."
He stopped struggling instantly and said, "Oh, okay, then lead the way."
"..."
The man glanced at Xia Wuji speechlessly, as if he thought the doctor was a bit stupid.
Xia Wuji didn't have any precautions. After all, he was so poor that he had nothing. He just followed this strong man all the way, going more and more remote in twists and turns.
"Let me tell you, this strong man, how far is your home?"
"Soon."
The man's home is located in the southwest corner of Xianyang City, which is the poorest place in the entire Xianyang City.
When Xia Wuqie arrived at this man's house, he saw nothing else at first sight but a very energetic little boy, about six or seven years old.
He looked around in surprise and found no woman at home, and he immediately had respect for men. It is not easy for a grown man to raise a child alone.
"Well, warrior, where is the patient you want to treat?" Xia Wuji pointed at the child, "Could it be this child?"
"Yingbu, watch at the door and don't let anyone in."
"Yes, Uncle Ren."
The little boy cupped his fists in a formal manner and then acted as the doorkeeper.
Yingbu and Yingren are the only remaining bloodline of the Ying family of the Thunder Leopard Legion of Chu State.
Yingren brought Xia Wuji into his home and took off his pants, but saw that his thighs were wrapped with many strips of cloth and were soaked with blood.
"How is that possible? What kind of bandaging technique is this? It's just random!"
The blood bars were tangled randomly in circles. Yingren relied on his extraordinary endurance to move freely despite such injuries.
Xia Wuji screamed in surprise and quickly removed the strip of cloth for him. At the same time, he cursed: "Don't you want this leg anymore? You are so casually humiliating yourself. If you give me more time, I can only give him
You had an amputation."
The wound on Yingren's thigh was a sword wound that was so deep that the bone was visible.
In the Qin State, if someone knew about such wounds, they would most likely be investigated. Private fights and possession of sharp weapons would be considered serious crimes if found out. And he also had to take care of Xiao Yingbu, so he had to ensure that nothing happened to him.
Xia Wuji was not familiar with Qin Fa, so he didn't care about the origin of Yingren's wound and started to think of ways to treat him.