When I saw the boundary monument of the capital, the disciple was extremely excited.
"Master, master, master has arrived in the capital!" he shouted.
At first glance, this kind of reaction is like that of a bumpkin from the countryside, and people on the roadside curl their lips.
"It's still early." The man reminded.
The disciple smiled and couldn't help but ask the passerby how far it was and what the capital was like.
Qiao Minghua looked ahead, with a dull expression until he finally became slightly moved.
It’s here.
See you soon...
After so many years, we can finally see each other again.
"Master, master, let's leave quickly." The disciple had finished talking to passers-by and shouted happily.
Qiao Minghua came to his senses and hummed, the skinny mule had been replaced by a strong and strong little donkey.
The master and the apprentice rode forward, and the sound of horse hooves came from behind. The master and the apprentice gave way, watching a horse passing by.
The men on horseback stopped their horses and watched them.
It was at the inn that I met that man!
The disciple saw the black box tied behind him at a glance.
It's good to ride a horse. You can go to the government over there to help handle the case and you can catch up so quickly.
"Master Yuan." Qiao Minghua handed over his hand.
Yuan Ziqing nodded.
"Are you going to Beijing?" he asked after hesitation.
This is not nonsense...
The disciple was a little speechless.
"Yes." Qiao Minghua said.
Yuan Ziqing looked at him.
Are you going to Qian Jin Tang?
He opened his mouth to ask.
"Go to the Ministry of War." Qiao Minghua continued.
Ministry of War
Yuan Ziqing made a sound and swallowed the words on his lips.
There are so many doctors in the world, how could I think of her when I see one...
Yuan Ziqing lowered his head and smiled.
"Master Yuan is going to the Ministry of Punishment?" Qiao Minghua asked, thinking of the few words he heard last night.
"No, Dali Temple." Yuan Ziqing said.
After saying this, he bowed his hands to them and said goodbye. Then he turned around and walked away.
"Really, I thought he wanted to invite us to dinner, but he didn't even say a polite word." The disciple said with a snort.
"Without any relatives or friends, how dare you go to eat at someone's invitation?" Qiao Minghua said.
The disciple stuck out his tongue.
"Master, let's leave quickly." He said, the young man was filled with excitement and longing for a prosperous place like the capital city.
Qiao Minghua nodded and urged the donkey forward.
"Master, should we go to the city first or..." the disciple asked.
Qiao Minghua looked at the road ahead.
Although this was my first time here, the path I had meditated countless times clearly appeared before my eyes.
In the north of the capital, outside Xiling, under Wuli Village and next to the old locust tree, there is a tomb and a temple.
He said nothing to urge the donkey forward.
The disciple stopped talking and walked silently.
After walking for a while, the disciple suddenly let out a sigh.
The horse and the man in front met again.
Yuan Ziqing got off his horse and gave the horse water. When he heard the noise, he turned around and was obviously a little surprised.
But both parties smiled and no one said anything.
Qiao Minghua and his disciples continued to move forward without stopping.
Yuan Ziqing also mounted his horse here.
Walking on the road one after another.
"Master, that person is following us." The disciple couldn't help but turn around and said.
"The road is facing the sky, can you leave alone?" Qiao Minghua said lightly.
The master always choked people when he spoke, and the disciples stuck out their tongues and dared not speak.
After walking in silence for a while, Yuan Ziqing couldn't bear it anymore.
"Bingbu, why don't you go this way?" he said.
"Let's look at one person first." Qiao Minghua said, then looked at him, "Is Dali Temple over here?"
Yuan Ziqing shook his head.
"I'm going to see someone too," he said.
Qiao Minghua said oh.
They stopped talking and walked in tandem. But they were always on the same road.
"Who are you going to see?" Yuan Ziqing asked.
Qiao Minghua stopped and looked not far away. The first thing he saw was indeed two ancient trees.
It was just like what people from the capital described, and just like what he imagined.
"She." He pointed out his finger.
Yuan Ziqing looked over.
It is indeed her...
It turns out that my guess was right. Whenever I met a doctor, he would be related to her.
This woman really has a lot of friends
Yuan Ziqing smiled, but it was a bit ugly.
Qi Yueniang, I’m here to see you.
Step by step, I walked into the capital on my own.
There was a cry.
Yuan Ziqing subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth, but found that he was not the one who lost his composure.
The sound came from in front of the tomb.
A man was crying loudly and was being supported by two young men.
Seven or eight people stood behind him, also bowing their heads and crying.
The disciple standing next to Qiao Minghua exclaimed, with a bit of surprise.
"It's Mr. Zhang!" He couldn't help but tugged on Qiao Minghua's sleeve and said, "It's the judge of the military hospital! He has also returned to Beijing? He is actually Mrs. Qi's apprentice?"
"Master Zhang came from Qianjin Hall." Qiao Minghua said.
The disciple said oh and looked at the man over there who was definitely not a respectable man at this time with some reverence.
The military hospital is located in Zhangjiakou, an important town on the Nine Borders. It is a famous place on the border.
Many disabled soldiers who had been turned into waste were selected to enter there and learned the skills of battlefield first aid. Not only did they regain the opportunity to support their families, but they also did not leave the battlefield.
It turns out that this court judge is also a disciple of Mrs. Qi.
After guarding the border for seven years, forgetting sleep and food, he trained batches of military doctors, treated countless wounded soldiers, and jumped from a civilian to an official of the imperial court. He was also ordered by the emperor to be fully responsible for military medical affairs. Mr. Zhang, a famous and legendary figure in the important town of Jiubian,
There was no mystery at all at this moment, and she was crying like a child.
"Master, why don't you keep your word!" He cried and beat his chest, "Master, I listened to you and did what I wanted to do, but why don't you keep your word! You said you would protect us and be our
Why didn’t you do it?”
The disciples here cried with him, and they stopped for a while.
"Master, take a look, these are the records of wounded soldiers we have treated in the past few years." Zhang Tong said while kneeling on the ground.
The disciple on the side took a big bundle and opened it, which contained a lot of notebooks.
"Master, I will burn it for you to see." Zhang Tong said.
A disciple had already set up a large burning pot, and Zhang Tong wept as he threw in the pots one by one.
Smoke billows from the tomb.
When Zhang Tong was being helped away from the tomb, Qiao Minghua had already stepped aside.
"Master Qiao?" Zhang Tong saw him, stopped and said in a hoarse voice.
His master actually recognized Mr. Zhang? The disciple was surprised and excited.
Qiao Minghua salutes.
"Have you come to Beijing too?" Zhang Tong asked, and his nose couldn't help but feel sore when he saw him.
"Yes, the superior officer has ordered me to send you a document." Qiao Minghua said.
"You are interested." Zhang Tong said.
What kind of documents can't be taken to the inn? You have to come here. After all, you want to see it with your own eyes.
Qiao Minghua lowered his head and said nothing.
"Come and sit in Qianjin Hall." Zhang Tong said.
Qiao Minghua responded, Zhang Tong was surrounded by disciples and walked past, but suddenly stopped again.
Qiao Minghua raised his head and saw Zhang Tong looking at the man behind him.
"Small coffin?" Zhang Tong shouted in surprise.
Small coffin?
Qiao Minghua looked back and saw Mr. Yuan nodding.
"You... I haven't heard from you for so many years. Now..." Zhang Tong said excitedly.
"I've gone a little further," Yuan Ziqing said.
"Oh. Okay, okay, who are you now?" Zhang Tong hesitated to ask, but felt it was awkward to ask.
"I am nothing now," Yuan Ziqing said, "but I can go into the store to eat and buy things at will."
Zhang Tong couldn't help but laugh, thinking of the coffin boy who was disliked and tabooed by people in Yongqing Mansion.
Qiao Minghua was slightly startled and looked at Yuan Ziqing.
Nothing?
No...
They can all be transferred to Beijing by Dali Temple...
"Go and do your work." Yuan Ziqing said, taking the initiative to end the conversation.
"This temperament has not changed." Zhang Tong said, smiled and nodded. "If you think about it, come and sit in Qianjin Hall."
Yuan Ziqing nodded and didn't say whether he was coming or not.
Zhang Tonggong handed over and walked away.
The large group of cheering people left, and the tomb became quiet.
Qiao Minghua looked at Yuan Ziqing, and Yuan Ziqing looked at him.
"You have something to say first." He said, extending his hand to invite me.
Qiao Minghua looked at the tombstone.
Of course there is hope
Let me show you what hope is...
Qiao Minghua lowered his head and smiled.
In fact, there is nothing to see or say.
He breathed out, turned and walked away.
The disciple was stunned for a moment, looked at Yuan Ziqing, then looked at the tombstone over there, and left now?
You came all the way here, just took one look and then left? You didn’t even come close...
"Master, Master." He shouted and ran after him.
Qiao Minghua had already mounted the donkey and had to leave without looking back. The disciple had no choice but to follow.
The two quickly disappeared on the road.
Yuan Ziqing walked to the tomb. The large pot burned in front of the tomb was still filled with smoke. He sat cross-legged on the ground, opened the bag in his hand, and took out two bottles of wine.
"Come on, drink." He said, and after saying that, he raised his head to the bottle and started drinking. He drank it all in one breath.
Then he poured down the wine in front of him, and the wine fell into the cooking basin. There was a sizzling sound and the smoke dispersed.
"I'm coming to the capital. Just wait. You'll be able to tell others soon that I, Yuan Ziqing, attacked you." He said, looking at the tombstone and smiling.
After laughing, he lowered his head again.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, "I can't wait for you after all."
The smoke dissipated, the sizzling sound stopped, and the smell of alcohol faded with the wind.
Yuan Ziqing then raised his head and looked at the tombstone.
"Actually, I can't bear to leave you either." He said, smiled, stood up, clapped his hands, "Qi Yueniang, I'm leaving."
He also rode away without looking back,
Entering the gate of the capital city, the bustling and bustling city rushes towards you.
Yuan Ziqing only felt a little dazed.
"Excuse me, which way to go to the Qianjin Hall of the Medical Center?" He grabbed a passerby and asked.
Passersby glanced at him.
"Are you seeking medical attention?" he said, pointing out the location for him.
Yuan Ziqing thanked him, but when he was about to leave, he was pulled back by the man.
"Hey, don't go now. Something happened at Qianjin Hall." The man said.
Something happened?
Yuan Ziqing looked surprised.
"Yes, it seems that there was something wrong with the medicine, someone died, and they filed a lawsuit over there, and there is a commotion going on." A passerby said enthusiastically.
The person here had already walked away before he finished speaking, which made the passerby who wanted to elaborate more unhappy.
Country people are so rude!
When Yuan Ziqing came to the door of Qianjin Hall, he was in a trance and went back to the time of Yongqing Mansion. The difference was that there were much more people in the capital than in Yongqing Mansion, and he could hardly squeeze in.
"...Dong Lin! Are you doing your old damn habit again?" Hu San pointed at the man in imperial doctor's uniform and cursed, "Why is there something wrong with our Qianjintang's medicine? Seized it? Who do you think you are?
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"Now it is a fact that the person who took the drug died. Manager Hu, you should accept the verification." Dong Lin said, twirling his beard slowly.
Hu San looked at him and sneered.
"Okay, surnamed Dong, you can actually crawl into Taiyuan Hospital. In the name of my master, you get a lot of advantages, right?" He said.
Dong Lin also sneered.
"General Manager Hu, I don't dare to take these words seriously. How dare I use your master's name? Everyone is just giving me a chance for the sake of my master's reputation." He said, plastic surgery, "In that case, I
We must abide by our duties and must not disgrace our master..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the crowd, and it seemed that many people were shouting in unison.
"Get out of the way!"
The sound frightened the onlookers and caused them to part ways.
Yuan Ziqing was so squeezed by the crowd that he almost fell down. He looked up again and saw an old man walking quickly into Qianjin Hall.
"Master!" Hu San shouted, extremely happy.
"Senior brother" Dong Lin also shouted, but his expression was a little surprised.
Liu Pucheng glanced at the servants present.
"Since it involves medicines, then Taiyuan Hospital should be responsible for it," he said.
The officers looked at him and frowned.
"Why? Who are you? You have the final say?" the leader said with a snort.
"Yes, senior brother, this matter is still..." Dong Lin hurriedly came over and said.
"Shut up!" Liu Pucheng turned around and shouted.
This was the first time Dong Lin saw Liu Pucheng speaking so loudly, and he couldn't help but be shocked.
"Of course I have the final say." Liu Pucheng said, taking out a document from his sleeve, "This is the document for me to take over as the judge of Taiyuan Hospital."
Hu San was overjoyed when he heard this.
"Master, you are finally willing to accept it," he shouted, almost crying with joy.
Since Zhou Maochun left Tai Hospital and wandered around without a trace, the imperial court re-checked the vacancy of Tai Hospital. In view of Liu Pucheng's relationship with Meng Medical Ling and Lady Qi, many people recommended him, but Liu Pucheng stayed in Yongqing Mansion and did not accept it.
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"Senior brother, this is great." Dong Lin also said, forcing a smile.
"Yes, as senior brother, it is up to me to take care of the glory of our sect." Liu Pucheng looked at him, "You, go back."
Dong Lin sighed, turned around, and suddenly remembered something.
"Senior brother, where do you want me to go back to?" he asked tremblingly.
"Go back to your hometown." Liu Pucheng said.
Dong Lin was shocked.
"Senior brother, you can't do this. Senior brother, I just want to help you." He shouted, hugging Liu Pucheng's arm with a sad expression, "Senior brother, I am doing this just to protect the sect and your reputation... Senior brother,
You pity me, I don’t want to stay in that place all my life..."
Liu Pucheng looked at him and shook his head.
"Junior brother, I used to pity you and let you go, but now I can't." He said, opened his arm and waved his hand, "You go."
Dong Lin wanted to say something else, but Liu Pucheng's disciples stepped forward to pick him up and took him out without any explanation.
"Master" Hu San wiped his face with his sleeve and shouted.
"You are such an adult, why are you crying?" Liu Pucheng said with a smile.
"Master, you are finally here." Hu San said with a look of grievance.
"Yes, I'm here. You can do your thing with peace of mind. Leave everything else to me." Liu Pucheng said, turning to look at the guard and extending his hand, "Please come to the Taiyuan Hospital to talk about this matter. I will
Waiting at Tai Hospital."
Yuan Ziqing turned around from the crowd and walked out. After walking out, he looked back and saw that the excitement in front of Qianjin Hall was dissipating.
"Let's go!" He clenched his fists, showed a smile, turned around and strode away. (To be continued...) (To be continued)
