flstandardbreds Chapter 142 The Palace Doctor is Seriously Ill
Chapter 142 The Palace Doctor is Seriously Ill
White Tiger: “Ah…”
It rolled over in the cage with all four legs raised to the air in protest.
Jiang An sat down in front of the cage, his two fat paws clinging to the iron pillars, chattering about the hard work he had endured in the past few days.
When he gets angry, his eyes widen and he looks like he wants to pounce on someone and bite them.
As the sky gradually darkened, Tuanzi stopped to look at the pink clouds in the sky.
"I don't know how Dad is doing. When can I go home..."
She suddenly straightened up her upper body and asked, "How about going to find daddy?"
As if he thought of something, the light in Tuanziyuan's eyes dimmed.
She put her head against the cage and said, "No, An An can't cause trouble for Dad."
The white tiger scratched his ears with his claws, looking impatient. It was not easy to eat the roast chicken, and he had to listen to the nagging of the cub.
At this time, the old father that Tuanzi was worried about was standing in the small courtyard where the court doctor lived.
The palace doctor, with a green face, struggled to support his upper body and opened the window in the room, "Your Highness, please don't come in!"
"Cough cough..."
In a state of excitement, he coughed violently several times, as if he was going to cough out all the internal organs in his body.
Jiang Jichen stopped and his brows furrowed.
Coughing is a symptom of the epidemic...
The court doctor pressed a handkerchief to his lips, and it took a long time for him to calm down.
He clenched the handkerchief in his palm, his pale lips curled into a smile that was calm and free.
"Your Highness, don't worry. This old man's illness is only a mild one."
"This will make it easier for me to study the treatment of the epidemic. I don't have to go out to find patients. It's great!"
He can find joy in suffering...
The prince still looked tense, "The court doctor can tell me if you need any medicinal materials."
"Even if it is the heavenly lotus on the top of the snowy mountain, I will pick it."
As long as you live well...
Only if you live well can Hu Yan survive.
The court doctor clasped his hands together in front of him, and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. I have treated countless patients throughout my life. There must be a solution to this epidemic!"
He has been improving the prescription, but it is missing a main ingredient.
This main ingredient is like the scorching sun, which fully stimulates the efficacy of other herbs and makes them blend and harmonize with each other!
Jiang Jichen nodded, "Of course, I trust the palace doctor's medical skills."
……
He gave the government doctor his greatest support...
Whenever the court physician mentioned the name of a medicinal herb, Jiang Jichen would do his best to find it.
Just eight days later, good news and bad news came into Jiang Jichen's tent together.
The man in black armor and the doctor who was treating the infected people hurried towards the tent from two directions. They were so flustered that they didn't even have time to salute.
"Your Majesty, the palace doctor is critically ill..."
"Your Majesty, the victims have recovered..."
The doctor's smile froze, and he turned his head mechanically, repeating Black Armor's words.
"The court doctor is... critically ill?"
The victims who recovered from the epidemic used the prescription improved by the government doctor.
In the eyes of these doctors, his medical skills are like the reincarnation of Hua Tuo!
Jiang Jichen stood up suddenly, and his movement was so big that he overturned the low table in front of him.
His face was gloomy, and he pointed at the doctor who came to report, "The victims have recovered. Was the government doctor's prescription effective?"
The doctor fell to the ground and kowtowed heavily, "Reporting to the prince, the court doctor replaced one of the herbs with rhubarb, which is why the infected people recovered."
"Then take the medicine and go find the court doctor!"
"Yes…"
The news that the court doctor was seriously ill alarmed almost everyone in the suburbs.
The people who had just recovered supported each other and stood not far from the courtyard, their worried eyes penetrating the thin window paper.
The sound of horse hooves approached, and Hu Yan, dressed in a green shirt, swayed.
His steps were untidy, without his usual grace, and his voice was anxious, "My Lord, how is it?"
Jiang Jichen stopped his friend from moving forward, "The doctors are here, and we have a prescription that can cure the epidemic. I believe the palace doctor will be fine."
The man stood tall in the courtyard, totally out of tune with the simple surroundings. He exuded an aura of power that made people believe what he said.
It was Jiang Jichen's confidence that calmed the hearts of the people not far away and Hu Yan.
I don’t know how much time had passed, perhaps an hour, perhaps two hours.
The number of people around the courtyard did not decrease over time, but instead increased.
They put their hands together and prayed to the Bodhisattvas, hoping that the heavens would not take away the doctor who saved their lives...
The voices of pleas were blown away by the evening wind, blown far away... so far away...
"My lord..."
The door of the room opened and an old doctor bowed.
Jiang Jichen: "No need to bow, how about the court doctor?"
"Reporting to the prince, the palace doctor is seriously ill because he already has an epidemic. He works too hard every day, which causes his body to be seriously deficient, allowing the evil poison to enter..."
"So, can it be cured?"
Jiang Jichen didn't want to listen to any more nonsense, he just wanted to know the result.
The pressure from the superiors was overwhelming, and it seemed to have cooled the temperature down a lot...
"Yes! It can be cured!"
The old doctor replied with shaking hands: "The court doctor is still conscious and has prescribed a prescription for me..."
"The prince has also prepared all the medicines. As long as you take good care of yourself, you will be fine!"
Hu Yan moved his body and wanted to move forward, but because he had been standing for too long, his legs lost control and he almost fell down.
Jiang Jichen quickly grabbed his arm.
Hu Yan: "Can I go in and take a look?"
The noble gentleman looked at the old doctor with pleading eyes.
Compared to his own life, he cared more about whether the court doctor was safe...
Over the years, he had no relatives around him, and it was the court doctor who tolerated all his temper like an elder in the family.
He really can't afford to lose anyone anymore...
Jiang Jichen gave Guan Yan a look and said, "The doctor in the palace is still ill. Do you want to piss him off to death by going in?"
Hu Yan was stunned, and forced a smile on his face, "Yeah..."
"I asked Guan Yan to take you back."
"Don't worry, I will be here to guard you. If the court doctor wakes up, I will send someone to inform you."
Guan Yan: "Military Advisor, let's go back..."
That night, Jiang Jichen sat in the yard all night.
He was sitting on a stone bench in the yard, wearing a cloak, and there was a cup of cold tea on the table.
With the light in the room, Jiang Jichen's shadow was lengthened...
He looked up at the sky. The bright stars reminded him of his daughter's round eyes. Her smile was just like the stars, making people unable to take their eyes off her.
I don't know if she slept well...
……
As time went by, the rice in the fertile fields outside the city turned golden yellow, and when the wind blew, waves of golden rice rolled up...
Just as Jiang Jichen said that day, the court doctor's health gradually improved.
But this time, the disease still remained. As soon as the wind blew, he couldn't stop coughing.
In the courtyard, one could often hear Hu Yan and the court physician arguing over whether to open the window and look at the picturesque early autumn scenery.
Heijia, who was helping in the yard, accompanied the sound of their argument and just continued to do what he had to do. He was already used to it.
On the first day of September, the last infected patient in the suburbs recovered.
The number of camp tents became fewer and fewer day by day, and everyone returned home crying, still weak.
This unprovoked disaster destroyed countless families...
Those refugees should have settled down in the homes they built with their own hands, but they suffered disaster again.
Jiang Jichen stood on a tall building next to the martial arts training ground, holding a piece of letter paper in his hands behind his back.
He gazed into the distance, and once again recalled the lofty dragon throne in his memory...
"laugh…"
No matter how many years have passed, he still hates that position.