Chapter 210: Wu Qie can worship Chang'an Jun as his teacher
"Your Majesty is in charge of all the military operations. Why don't you ask your Majesty for the tiger talisman, but instead ask my father to borrow troops?"
Zhao Su looked even more worried. He looked around vigilantly, and his gaze lingered for a moment on Xia Wuqie who was concentrating.
Then one arm rested on the stone table and the other waved.
Ying Chengjiao had not yet caught his breath, but when Zhao Su called him, he forced himself to move forward a little despite his tired body.
So careful, Aunt Su knew how I was going to borrow troops? So smart?
Seeing that Ying Chengjiao's movements were not big, Zhao Su showed dissatisfaction in his eyes and grabbed Ying Chengjiao's ear.
He leaned forward, put his mouth close to Ying Chengjiao's ear, and asked, "Are you going to rebel?"
Ying Chengjiao: ...
Please don't let everyone think I'm going to rebel! I'm loyal to the Qin Dynasty!
There was an imperceptible pause in Xia Wuqi's hand as he wrote the prescription, and the brush left a small ink dot on the bamboo slip, which was then outlined as part of the next word.
"If you really want to rebel, don't tell your father. He won't help you and will tell His Majesty."
"Aunt Su." Ying Chengjiao sighed and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I won't rebel."
"What kind of talk is that? As if I want you to rebel!"
Zhao Su pinched Ying Chengqiu's ear hard, causing Ying Chengqiu to scream in pain.
Zhao Su sat up straight again, no longer whispering to Ying Chengjiao, and said with a worried look on his face: "Do you really want to borrow troops from your father to fight the Xiongnu? Where can your father lend you troops? In the whole Xianyang City, only your Chang'an Junfu has a private army."
At that time, Xia Wuqi wrote the words "private army" on the bamboo slips.
By the time he came to his senses and realized he had made a typo, he had already written two columns of words, so he quickly deleted them with one stroke.
There were more than a row of ink stains left on the bamboo slips.
"Old Xia, please pay attention."
Ying Chengjiao reminded.
"…No, I am not old."
Xia Wuqie's response was somewhat unnatural, as if he was a student who was caught by the teacher for not paying attention in class.
Why do I feel this way?
The one who should be unnatural should be Chang'an Jun...
Xia Wuqi reflected on himself.
"There may be some big changes in Xianyang in the near future, don't worry Aunt Su. No matter what happens, the sky won't fall, so don't pay attention to the gossip of some idle people."
Ying Chengjiao weighs every word carefully.
"I don't care about anything else except that rough man and Tian'er's safety. No matter how Xianyang changes, it has nothing to do with me. As long as my father is alive, nothing can disturb the Meng family. You worry too much."
Zhao Su spoke slowly and softly.
...Don't worry too much. It's because of this old guy Meng Ao that the Meng family encountered a big change.
Ying Chengjiao glanced at Zhao Su with a guilty conscience and said, "Aunt Su, take care of yourself. Tell Lord Meng not to worry about Uncle Wu and Meng Tian's safety. It won't be long before the victory report from the front line is reported back."
"If you hadn't forced your uncle Wu to send Tian'er and Yi'er to His Majesty, the outcome today might be different. Do you regret bearing the abuse for ten years?"
“Somewhat.”
If this kid had known that what he was giving up was not the throne of Qin, but the throne of the world.
I guess he wouldn't let Meng Wu and I hide what he did from Xiang Tian'er and Yi'er.
But there are no prophets in this world, and regret is useless.
Zhao Su sighed and said, "Now that things have come to this, don't harbor any more delusions."
"I should have asked my father to bring my brother back earlier. If my brother had come back a few years earlier, I would have done less work and Aunt Su would not have nagged me anymore."
Zhao Su was halfway through being sentimental and couldn't continue being sentimental, with an annoyed look on his face.
"When Meng Wu threw you three meters high, I shouldn't have stopped you! Get out of here!"
"Goodbye Aunt Su."
Ying Chengjiao had already caught his breath by now and could walk normally, so he stood up and was about to leave.
"Chang'an Jun, please stay. I will go with you."
Xia Wuqi left the written prescription on the stone table and explained to Zhao Su how to decoct and take it several times a day.
He also asked Zhao Su to remove the needles for Meng Ao when two hours were approaching, taking out the gold needle first and then the silver needle, and the order must not be messed up.
Zhao Su listened patiently and tried to persuade him to stay, "The Imperial Physician has not slept all night and has not eaten or drunk anything. The kitchen has already prepared the meal . Why don't you have a simple meal in my humble abode and sleep for an hour or two before returning?"
"Your Majesty is still waiting for Wu Qie's report, and I dare not delay any longer."
Zhao Su asked his servants to come in and present the hardware that had been prepared long ago.
"Please accept this small gift, Imperial Physician."
Xia Wuqie pushed his hand away and refused, saying, "Practicing medicine is like farming, it's part of a doctor's job, how can he ask for such a large sum of money?"
"I know that the imperial physician usually asks for a hundred gold coins as a reward when he practices medicine outside, but you don't like this five gold coins?"
How can I ask for a hundred gold?
That's Chang'an Jun tarnishing my reputation!
This guy is not a good son!
Xia Wuqie was so angry that he was thinking about how to refuse.
Ying Chengjiao, who was waiting nearby, grabbed the hardware and stuffed it into Xia Wuqie's arms, muttering to himself as he did so.
"Five gold coins are good enough. Don't complain that it's too little. The Meng family is not as well-off as I am. How much more gold do you want to charge for practicing medicine?"
You bastard, you're still here?!
Xia Wuqi's breathing was disordered, his hands were on his chest, and his face turned red.
The good-tempered doctor was so angry that he gritted his teeth and wanted to use his hands, which were used to cure diseases and save lives, to slap the nonsense Ying Chengjiao to death.
"Changan Jun, please stop slandering your reputation, okay?"
Ying Chengjiao sighed and put the hardware into his arms.
"Okay, I know you have a sense of shame. Let's stick to the old rules. I'll send him to the Imperial Medical Bureau later."
How could this boy bully me like this!
How could this boy make me angry like this!
Xia Wuqie's face was gloomy. He pried open Ying Chengjiao's palm, took out the hardware and placed it on the stone table.
"I, Xia Wuqie, swear in the name of my ancestor Bian Que that if I cure illnesses and save lives not out of my own heart but for money, it is against the doctor's conduct. There is such a case!"
Bang!
Xia Wuqi slammed his fist on the stone table.
This punch is extremely powerful, so focus your strength on one point.
Surprisingly, while a chip was created on the stone table, the bamboo slips placed on the table were not shaken at all.
After using up the little internal energy he had just accumulated to deliver this punch, Xia Wuqie leaned against the broken stone table, panting.
Seeing Xia Wuqie like this, Zhao Su gave Ying Chengjiao a look that said "that's enough" and apologized to Xia Wuqie.
"I was reckless in this matter and misunderstood you. I hope you can forgive me for any offense I caused you."
"No problem."
Xia Wuqie said these two words lightly, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
If I, a doctor, treat illnesses for money, then what is the difference between me and a greedy and despicable businessman!
Xia Wuqie doesn't value money.
In the past, most of the medical fees were used to purchase medicinal materials or develop new prescriptions.
But Xia Wuqi values reputation.
All the schools of thought, no matter which one, showed great respect to doctors.
From kings and princes to common people and slaves, everyone has great respect for doctors.
This is what generations of medical students have gained through their selfless attitude of saving lives without asking for anything in return.
As the successor of this generation of doctors, Xia Wuqi will never allow the reputation of the doctors to be tarnished on himself.
"Just kidding, Old Man Xia doesn't like money. He is not interested in money. Go away, Old Man Xia. As an apology, I will help you out."
If Xia Wuqi had not come to ask Ying Chengjiao about his experience in treating heart disease, he would have definitely refused outright.
But in order to improve medical skills, cure more diseases, and treat more people.
He didn't say anything else and let Ying Chengjiao support him and walk.
The two walked on the bluestone road of the Meng Mansion, and the sunlight illuminated their figures.
The guards, servants, maids and the younger ones who passed by would bow slightly to the two of them as a sign of respect.
Many of the older ones would only bow to Xia Wuqie and nod gratefully to Ying Chengjiao.
This guy has a close relationship with the Meng family. Everyone who has been in the Meng family for a long time knows this guy and has good intentions towards him. I wonder if Your Majesty knows about this.
Your Majesty should know why he dares to do this in front of me.
"I don't know how Lord Chang'an cured two people's heart diseases. Can you teach this skill to Wuqie? Wuqie can take Lord Chang'an as his master."
