These censors are really full of regrets. Who would have thought that Han Linyuan would dare to die to remonstrate, so that they must not be scolded to death by the world?
So if they want to save face now, they can only plead for mercy and gain a reputation based on Han Linyuan's death.
Emperor Xianqing's face was really gloomy and ugly. He clenched the dragon chair tightly with both hands, wishing to cut Han Linyuan into pieces with a thousand knives. Even if he died, he would not be able to eliminate the hatred in his heart.
Yuan Rui and King Lao Jing were even more stunned, with tears rolling down their faces. Han Linyuan died for them.
"Old Han, Old Han, why are you doing this?"
Old King Jing closed his eyes, his lifelong love rival was gone.
Yuan Rui couldn't care less about avoiding suspicion and stepped forward to support Han Linyuan and check his condition, "He's still breathing, Doctor Xuan!"
No one dared to move. Now it only depends on Emperor Xianqing's thoughts.
King Xuan said: "He is disobedient to his father. He has no king and no father. He is so audacious that he would not regret his death. He also declares himself to be an imperial doctor. He should be hacked to death with a knife and an ax hand by Xuan!"
Yuan Rui stared at him coldly with a murderous look on his face, resisting the temptation to rush up and strangle him to death.
After a moment of silence, Emperor Xianqing waved his hand: "Mr. Xuan."
"Father..."
King Xuan didn't understand and wanted to kill Han Linyuan immediately. If he were his father, this man would slap his father in the face at the Mid-Autumn Palace banquet in front of so many courtiers. Why don't he kill him and wait for the New Year?
"you shut up!"
What does he know?
After all, he was young, so Han Linyuan's death was not a pity, but his death aroused the sympathy of scholars all over the world for the Liang family. If he continued to be ruthless, he would look cold and cold to the royal family.
Death is the most important thing, so Han Linyuan sacrificed his own life in exchange for the life of the Liang family.
Yuan Rui and the imperial doctor carried Han Linyuan to the side room for treatment. If something like this happened, the palace banquet would definitely not be able to go on and they would have to disperse.
Wen Yao was also in tears. Unexpectedly, it was Han Linyuan who turned the tide. Jiang was old and hot after all.
She helped check Han Linyuan's injuries. Yuan Rui looked at her expectantly, but Wen Yao shook her head. There was nothing she could do.
The accompanying monks burst into tears, wondering why the host suddenly did this.
Wen Yao urgently gave Han Linyuan a few injections to stop the bleeding on his forehead. Han Linyuan slowly woke up and said, "Go back to the temple. Thank you, Miss Wen, for sending me back."
"Okay, Master, you will be fine."
Han Linyuan was very tolerant, "Death is like a lamp going out. This poor monk has no children and no worries in his life, so why should he fear death? It is better to seek justice for the Liang family than to die doing nothing."
Wen Yao was still very sad and sent him back to the temple with Yuan Rui. Emperor Xianqing knew about it and did not stop him. He was not suitable to be such a villain now.
Back in the temple, Han Linyuan's face was as pale as gold paper, and his face was very bad. All the monks in the temple were grief-stricken, and they knelt at the Buddha statue and reluctantly prayed for the Buddha's blessing.
Yuan Rui has always felt guilty. If they hadn't done things improperly, how could he have forced the emperor to nod?
"It's all my fault, Master, I'm sorry, it's all our fault."
Wen Yao suddenly gritted her teeth and said: "I can give it a try, but the chance of success is only 10%. After all, it is related to the brain..."
Han Linyuan smiled peacefully: "No matter what Ms. Wen did, it was the poor monk's fate. Xiao Rui does not need to blame himself. The poor monk died like this, and he really deserved his death."
After saying that, he took out a box from the pillow and handed it to Wen Yao: "This is what I have learned in my life, my life savings, and the list of some old subordinates. I give it to you."
Wen Yao was shocked: "This is absolutely impossible, how can the master leave it to me? Don't you have any relatives or friends? We only met a few times, so such an expensive gift is absolutely unacceptable."
Han Linyuan said: "I lost contact with my family when I became a monk a few years ago and have no relatives. Xiao Rui's family is at the forefront of the storm. If they accept my relics, the emperor will be even more wary of his family.
Miss Wen is a phoenix. I believe that if you learn my skills, you will be useful one day. Since you are a woman, it is most appropriate for the emperor to ignore you.
Just think of it as a favor to this poor monk, you are the smartest and most ambitious woman that this poor monk has ever seen, and you will not be outdone by women, so this poor monk believes in you."
She was a little flattered by Wen Yao's silence.
"Okay, I'll accept it for the time being. I'll try my best to help the master with his treatment."
Wen Yao didn't write ink, so she asked Yuan Rui to keep the box for her, and ordered the monks to prepare medicinal materials and equipment. What she wanted to do was a craniotomy. According to rumors, only one miracle doctor proposed this plan, but it was not implemented, and the emperor regarded him as a madman. Killed.
She also read it in a medical book, memorized the drugs and procedures, and the author also marked them. Everything was her own conjecture and had never been implemented.
Wen Yao is also a dead horse being treated as a living horse doctor. Even if it doesn't work, Master can still walk away with dignity and his body remains intact.
The Jokhang Temple was lit up all night long and chanted sutras. Wen Yao was also busy all night. When she finally came out, she collapsed. Fortunately, Yuan Rui helped her: "Master..."
"Let's wait and see, I'm not sure either."
"Then you go and have a rest. I'll have people prepare porridge. You can eat some."
"good."
Wen Yao didn't finish her bowl of porridge, so she fell asleep in Yuan Rui's arms.
In the afternoon, a young novice monk came crying and reported: "Master, he woke up."
Wen Yao just woke up and said happily: "That's great, take me to see it quickly."
When the two arrived at the presiding room, Han Linyuan opened his eyes weakly and smiled lovingly: "Miss Wen's medical skills really impressed this poor monk!"
"This is Master's compassion and Bodhisattva's blessing."
What Wen Yao said was true. She didn't expect Han Linyuan to wake up, and she wasn't even sure.
"It's all God's will. Since I was allowed to live a few more days, maybe it's to pass on my skills. Let's express my condolences to others."
"Mourning?!"
Han Linyuan said: "If I don't die, how can our Emperor be relieved? I have a feeling that I don't have much time. During this time, if there is anything Miss Wen doesn't understand, I will personally teach her."
Wen Yao pursed her lips: "Master, are you really teaching me? Buddhism?"
Is it possible for her to become a nun?
Han Linyuan looked at her amusedly: "Miss Wen is really good at joking, don't run away, learn the art of war with Xiao Rui, for the sake of the world.
Even if the Liang family can survive, they will not be reused. The foreigners have been cultivating for so many years, and the imperial court has no generals to carry the weight. The people of the world are in imminent disaster, and you young people are needed to turn the tide."
Wen Yao still felt unreliable: "Xiao Rui can learn it, but for me, a woman, to learn the art of war is really a big step."
"Who did you learn your medical skills from?"
"A book, self-taught."
Han Linyuan had a serious expression on his face: "You can teach yourself medical skills, and your business is prosperous. Why are you so afraid of the art of war?
In fact, it’s easy to learn. I know everything about the world, so I think people can’t make mistakes.”
[Author's digression]: I'm going to have a minor surgery in the next few days. There won't be many updates. I'll do my best and it won't be unfinished. Don't worry.