The imperial guards came over like this and captured Yang Shu.
King An hurriedly said: "I want to see my father!"
Unexpectedly, Wan Dabao stopped him again: "Your Majesty, Prince An, Your Majesty said you are tired, please go back first."
King An was anxious: "No, I have to ask clearly about such a big matter."
"Your Highness! Please don't embarrass me."
Yang Shu stopped him: "Uncle Three Emperors, you'd better go back first! Nothing will happen."
"But……"
"I left the capital without an order, and I haven't come back for so long. It's right for the Holy One to be angry."
Yang Shu comforted him and persuaded him to go back. He was taken to the prison by the guards without even saying a word.
In Taiyuan Palace, the emperor was treating someone.
Before winter last year, the Dr. Zhong finally came to the capital.
In the past six months, the emperor had become much more relaxed under his treatment.
When Wan Dabao came in, the emperor's head and neck were covered with silver needles.
Zhong Yue still wore the same cloth clothes and carefully twisted the silver needle. However, he saw that the tail of the needle was shaking slightly, and there was a trace of white gas coming out.
The hospital magistrate of Taiyuan Hospital led two imperial doctors to help.
Wan Dabao stood aside quietly, not daring to disturb.
After a while, Zhong Yue finally said: "That's enough."
He quickly took action, pulled out the silver needle, and said, "Your Majesty, you can open your eyes."
The emperor slowly opened his eyes.
He looked a bit older than a year ago. He was only fifty-one, but he looked like a man in his sixties.
The imperial doctors came forward to ask for help.
"How do you feel, Your Majesty?"
"Is it easier?"
"Is there any discomfort?"
The emperor twisted his neck and smiled: "The relaxation is much faster! Mr. Zhong's acupuncture technique is a unique skill."
Zhong Yue smiled faintly and said, "Your Majesty, you are flattering that ordinary people are still far behind in terms of medical skills. This and that only treats the symptoms but not the root cause."
The emperor felt a little sad: "Maybe this is my destiny."
The imperial doctors were listening and couldn't help but murmur in their hearts.
What is this called? Domestic flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers? These imperial doctors are from our own family, so His Majesty doesn't care when he scolds them, but when it comes to the invited Dr. Zhong, he is very angry.
Obviously no one can cure His Majesty's illness, so why is he treated differently?
But I heard Zhong Yue say: "Your Majesty, please don't say that. There are only diseases that cannot be cured and there is no destiny. In ancient times, even diseases such as wind and cold could only be left to fate, but now there are medicines that can be cured. This is what generations of doctors have studied.
As a result, Your Majesty’s disease cannot be cured at present because the skills of our doctors are not sophisticated enough. I only hope that the common people can find the cause of the disease as soon as possible so that Your Majesty will suffer less.”
The emperor looked pleased: "Mr. Zhong is a kind-hearted doctor and deserves to be called a miracle doctor."
Judge Huang couldn't help but twitch his lips.
No wonder His Majesty just listened to him, seeing how well he talks.
However, Dr. Zhong did have two brushes, but they couldn't cure the disease. After a few injections, His Majesty was so energetic that he could ask for political advice.
Otherwise, why would he rather be scolded than stay here to do something? Isn't it just to learn two skills?
Seeing Wan Dabao hesitate to speak, Zhong Yue said: "Your Majesty, the common people have gone back to the medicine house first. The ten patients have not been treated today."
The emperor smiled and nodded: "Go. Wan Dabao, ask them to get some medicinal materials and bring them back to Mr. Zhong."
Wan Dabao agreed and ordered the servant to take Zhong Yue to get the medicine.
After a hustle and bustle, and after everyone else had left, Wan Dabao recounted what had just happened at the gate of the palace.
The emperor looked calm and said: "This third child is too straightforward. If he treats others sincerely, can others treat him sincerely? Let's give him a cold treatment for a few days and see if he understands."
Wan Dabao smiled and said: "His Royal Highness An has such a pure heart that he treats everyone so sincerely."
The emperor nodded, feeling a little relieved.
He now likes people with simple minds more and more, such as the miracle doctor Zhong Yue.
When he first arrived in the capital, he was invited to see a doctor by Zhang Tan. He didn't know who he was seeing. After careful consultation, he bluntly said that the disease had been delayed for too long and he could only relieve it but not eradicate it.
The emperor had been looking forward to it for a long time, but he got such a result. He was extremely angry, but he just explained it gently and did not change his words.
Later, Zhang Tan persuaded him and reluctantly gave him a chance to try.
As a result, after one try, the emperor changed his mind greatly.
After acupuncture, although he still couldn't stand up, his head pain was gone.
This Dr. Zhong really means what he says, unlike those royal doctors who probably, maybe, maybe, just want to give you hope, but don't promise anything, and all of them are non-stick pans.
Later, when he found out that he was the emperor, Dr. Zhong was shocked and accused him repeatedly.
The emperor asked him what reward he wanted, and he hesitated for a long time before saying that he wanted to open a medical clinic in the capital.
The capital is expensive, and it costs a lot of money to open a decent medical clinic. Even if he has the reputation of being a miracle doctor, it is not easy to earn this money in a short time.
The emperor was very satisfied with the medical fee. It was not small, and it was easy for him to pay.
After the medical clinic opened, Zhong Yue recruited several doctors and set a rule for himself.
Only ten patients are treated every day, and none of them are treated if they are not seriously ill.
The emperor asked him, everyone said that doctors are benevolent, shouldn't they treat everyone equally?
Zhong Yue replied that when he was a traveling doctor, he treated all patients equally and accepted all patients. But in a place like the capital, if he was free to receive treatment, countless patients would come.
If so, what should other medical clinics do?
He has earned enough reputation that other medical clinics will have to close down if they cannot survive. And other doctors who want to see a doctor have to come and sit in front of him. As for the medicine dealer, his words gradually gain weight, and they have to give him if they want to sell medicines.
His face.
In the end, the circle of medicine was completely destroyed.
Once he stops doing it, those patients will have nowhere to go.
For the same reason, he also administers medicine, but only once in ten days. The poor who really need it can wait until the day when the medicine is administered, while those who can afford it will not stick to his home.
What's more, everyone can treat minor illnesses, and he doesn't need to take action. If other doctors don't have patients to consult, how can they improve their medical skills?
The emperor was extremely satisfied.
If you think about it carefully, the truth behind this is similar to that of governing a country.
This Dr. Zhong is indeed not a person seeking fame, but a man of great wisdom.
He concentrates on his medical skills, but he also knows how to be considerate of others, and does not pursue fame excessively. He is many times better than those so-called experts with noble character.
He obviously wants fame, but he defends himself with all kinds of rationale. He makes all kinds of twists and turns, but he pretends to be righteous.
The emperor is tired of seeing this, but it is better to be a simple-minded person.
"Go and ask Zhang Tan to come over." He ordered.
Wan Dabao responded and left.
The emperor took out a narrow wooden box and opened it with a special key. Inside was a secret memorial.
The Jiangyang camp came to report that the Chu army was attacking at night, and a war might break out.
His time is running out and he must pave the way for the third child. (To be continued)