Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 70
The master of Jishi West Hall froze in place, his fat body trembling, just now Wang Teng woke him up and called out Zhao Wujiang's name directly.

He may not know the man in white clothes Shengxue before him, but how could he not know who Zhao Wujiang is?
That was the Tang poet chief who was widely circulated in the market, the head of the imperial examination proctors a few days ago, and he knew from his contacts that Zhao Wujiang was now a fourth-rank member of the imperial court.

His lips trembled, his expression kept changing, and then he slapped his thigh hard,
"Master Zhao is right! Master Zhao has done a good job! Master Zhao is worthy of being a man of gods. Once you come to Jishitang, you will reveal the shortcomings of Jishitang, so that I can correct the shortcomings in time, and better. For the well-being of the people of Chang'an!"

The head master of Jishi Hall spoke impassionedly, his face was ruddy, and his spit was flying everywhere.

He looked around and saw that Zhao Wujiang's expression was more relaxed, he was quietly relieved, and then he roared:
"Come here, drag this doctor who has tarnished the reputation of my Jishitang, and tell the other four halls that he will never be hired!
Such a doctor is not worthy of being a doctor. In the future, I, Jishitang, should be more strict in selecting doctors! "

He walked towards Zhao Wujiang with a flattering smile on his face, rubbing his hands nervously:

"Master Zhao? If you can come, it will be full of brilliance, why don't you go in and have a seat?"

"You don't need to sit down. Your duty as a good doctor in the future is to be worthy of the word Jishi. I'm just here to grab some medicinal materials."

Zhao Wujiang said lightly.

"If Master Zhao needs anything, just ask!" The hall master bowed.

Zhao Wujiang called the poor man and asked him to follow the medicine boy from Jishitang to grab the medicine for his father.

The poor man looked excited, knowing that the person in front of him was the famous Mr. Zhao, and he was even more grateful for his help.

Seeing this, the master of Jishi West Hall said, "Master Zhao is very benevolent, I admire you! Now, as an apology, Master Zhao will buy medicine today, and Jishitang will not charge any fees!"

Hearing this, Zhao Wujiang nodded in satisfaction, since that's the case, I happened to buy hundreds of millions of herbs.

He took out a thick book, which recorded all the medicinal materials he needed, and filled the whole book densely.

The master of Jishi West Hall originally seemed to be swearing. After all, Jishi Hall is well-known throughout Chang'an City, with a strong foundation and rich wealth.

But when Zhao Wujiang took out a thick book filled with dense medicinal materials, he immediately regretted it.

He had a bitter face: "Master Zhao, this... this... will..."

"No?" Zhao Wujiang said coldly.

"Don't dare, the villain will let people prepare."

The master of the west hall of Jishitang wanted to cry but had no tears, he wished to give himself a big mouth at this moment.

Zhao Wujiang nodded, his expression relaxed, "I will send someone to pick it up tomorrow."

He turned to leave.

Hall Master Xi and Wang Teng smiled apologetically, and respectfully accompanied Zhao Wujiang to leave.

The poor man took the medicinal materials, ran out, and bowed deeply to Zhao Wujiang to express his gratitude.

"This medicine needs to be taken for seven courses, and your father's illness will naturally improve." Zhao Wujiang said lightly.

Unexpectedly, the man suddenly knelt down on the ground with a sad expression and said:
"My lord, my father suffers from a secret disease and suffers unspeakably every day. Does my lord have a way to cure it? The villain is willing to be an ox or a horse to repay my lord for saving my life!"

After finishing speaking, he bowed his head and kowtowed loudly.

Zhao Wujiang sighed, looked at the sky, it was too early.

Out of respect for the veterans who fought for the Tang Dynasty, and it happened that he had time, he decided to take a trip.

"Where do you live?"

"Chengxitou, Chengxitou, I will lead the way, thank you sir, thank you sir!"

The man buried his head deeply on the ground, agitated, then stood up and led the way.

Zhao Wujiang's mansion is also in the west of the city, but the area where it is located can be roughly regarded as a wealthy area, after all, the neighbors around are all concubines of dignitaries and nobles.

As for the west end of the city, geographically, it is almost out of Chang'an City, and it is in an extremely remote place in Chang'an City.

Soon, the two of them arrived at their destination.

A group of buildings with different heights, gray walls and black tiles appeared in Zhao Wujiang's eyes.

A few children were wearing patched and ill-fitting clothes, laughing and joking, and they didn't panic when they saw someone coming.

Zhao Wujiang noticed that a girl in tattered clothes and braids was squatting in a corner not far away, her small face was dusty, and her big eyes were eager to stare at the children playing.

She was barefoot, her hands were mixed together, and she hesitated to step forward.

Zhao Wujiang took out a bag of sugar pills from his bosom, which he refined for Qing'er, and now he took it out to distribute to these children.

"Thank you big brother!"

The children who were playing around took the sugar pills with innocent smiles on their faces.

Zhao Wujiang went to the little girl in the corner, grabbed a handful of sugar pills and handed them over, he knelt down and said softly, "Do you want to eat?"

The little girl's eyes fluttered, and she took the sugar pill timidly, then quickly ran away holding the sugar pill, and disappeared around the corner.

Zhao Wujiang couldn't help laughing, and walked into the building together with the man.

Gray walls and black tiles, as soon as you walk in, you will be greeted with a mixture of various smells.

This breath is like opening a room full of clutter and waste.

The eaves were slightly dilapidated, a lot of rubble was missing, and there were not many human voices, only occasional wailing that could not be suppressed.

"Like villains, young and powerful, they all went to the city to find work, and they won't come back until dark."

The man explained from the side.

"That girl just now?" Zhao Wujiang asked.

"My lord said that Miaomiao, she is an orphan living here, and was adopted by Ah Hua only this year.

Hey, it's adoption, but it's just companionship. Ah Hua is also a hard-working woman who has been lying in bed for many years. "

Alas, how miserable the world is... Zhao Wujiang sighed in his heart, and followed the man to his house without stopping.

The wood of the lintel was rotten, even in the daytime, there was not much sunlight to shine down, and the room was gloomy.

Zhao Wujiang walked into the house, and there was a skinny old man lying on the bed.

The old man's face was miserable, with deep wrinkles all over his face. When he saw someone coming, his eyes shone brightly, and he forcibly recalled the unyielding will of a veteran.

"My lord, this is my father, please take a look!"

The man bowed, looked at the old father again, and said softly, "Father, I asked the doctor to come and see you."

When the old man heard that he had found a doctor, his expression was sullen, and his eyes scolded the man.

Zhao Wujiang understood the old man's expression, he was blaming his own child, it must cost a lot of money to hire a doctor.

"Don't worry, old man, I don't charge money!"

Zhao Wujiang took advantage of the situation and sat beside the old man, who was staring at him.

He took the veteran's pulse and quickly found out what was going on in the veteran's body.

The hidden injuries accumulated in the body, and the body could bear it when young, but at the age of leaving the army, the hidden injuries erupted together, destroying the body.

Veterans don't die, they just wither... Zhao Wujiang sighed, it took a lot of endurance for this old man to endure for so long, and the severe pain caused by hidden wounds is not something ordinary people can bear.

"Go and boil the medicine, give me a basin of clean water!" He said seriously.

The man immediately went to dig the well water, and soon a large bucket of bitterly cold well water was brought over.

"Fire break!"

"towel!"

"bowl!"

"... "

When everything was ready, Zhao Wujiang put the silver needle into the water and soaked it, then blew on the fire to stimulate the energy in his body, and the flame gathered in his palm instantly.

He grabbed the porcelain bowl, clasped his palm upside down to let it absorb the flames, and then clasped it on the acupuncture point on the veteran's chest.

Zhao Wujiang did the same thing, buckled another bowl, and then buckled a total of nine bowls on the veteran.

"Old man, the process of getting rid of the hidden disease will be very painful." He reminded.

"Don't worry, my lord, I didn't experience any pain when I was fighting."

The veteran gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were red, showing unyielding will, his skinny body trembling uncontrollably.

After a cup of tea, Zhao Wujiang turned over the closed fire bowl and inserted silver needles into the acupuncture points.

He kept twirling, and then the palm of his hand burst with energy, and with a lift of luck, nine silver needles were lifted out at the same time, and foul-smelling black blood flowed from the needle holes.

The veteran only felt severe pain sweeping through his body, and he couldn't help but howled angrily to the sky.

The man watched anxiously from the side, fanning his hands constantly, making medicinal soup.

"Okay! Wait a moment and feed your father the medicinal soup. After taking this medicine two or three times, you will probably be cured, and then you can just nourish your father's body!"

Zhao Wujiang wiped off his sweat and ordered in an orderly manner.

The man fell to his knees with a thud, and said gratefully, "Master Zhao's kindness in saving my father is unforgettable for a real person, and the villain will decide in the future..."

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Wujiang interrupted him, "You have gold under your knees, get up. Don't thank me for anything, if you are capable, just help others!"

He looked at the unconscious old man lying on the bed, and asked the man a few more words.

Then he stood up, ready to leave.

"what……"

An extremely shrill roar came from outside, and then the roar quickly faded away.

Zhao Wujiang frowned, and walked carefully following the voice just now.

He walked through the dimly lit alley and came to a musty room...

(End of this chapter)