My brother is the most handsome man in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 212

"The mobilization of soldiers and horses is entirely in the hands of His Majesty. Instead of asking His Majesty for a tiger talisman, you are asking Father to borrow troops?"

Zhao Su looked even more sad, looked around vigilantly, and stopped for a while on Xia Wuqie who was engrossed.

Then one arm rested on the stone table, and the other hand beckoned.

Before Ying Chengxi could recover, he was called by Zhao Su, and he forced his tired body to move forward.

So careful, Aunt Su knows how I want to borrow troops?So clever?

Zhao Su saw that Ying Chengxu's movements were not much, and dissatisfaction appeared in his eyes, and he grabbed Ying Chengxu's ears.

He leaned forward, put his mouth next to Ying Chengxue's ear, and said, "Are you going to rebel?"

Ying Chengyu: ...

Don't let everyone think that I'm going to rebel, okay?I am loyal to Da Qin!

Xia Wuqiu's hand writing the prescription paused imperceptibly, and the brush left a small ink dot on the bamboo slip, which was outlined as a part of the next character in an instant.

"If you really rebel, don't tell Father. Father will not help you, but will tell His Majesty."

"Aunt Su." Ying Chengxun sighed and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, and I won't rebel."

"What is this called, as if I am willing to make you rebel!"

Zhao Su grabbed Ying Chengxue's ear hard, and Ying Chengxue let out a strange cry in pain.

Zhao Su sat upright again, stopped biting ears with Ying Chengxun, and said with a worried face: "You really want to ask my father to borrow soldiers to fight the Xiongnu evil? How can my father lend you soldiers. The entire Xianyang city is only for you and the Chang'an Lord's family." There are also private troops."

At the right time, Xia Wuqie wrote the word private army on the bamboo slips.

When he came back to his senses and realized that he had written a typo, he had already written two lines of words, which he hastily outlined.

On the bamboo slips, there were more than one row of ink stains.

"Old man Xia, please concentrate."

Ying Chengxi reminded.

"...No, I'm not old."

Xia Wuqiu's response was a little unnatural, as if the student didn't listen well in class and was caught by the teacher.

Why do I feel this way?
It should be Mr. Chang'an who should be unnatural...

Xia Wuju reflected on himself.

"In recent days, there may be some major changes in Xianyang. Don't worry, Aunt Su. No matter what happens, the sky will not fall. Don't worry about some idlers talking about it."

Ying Chengxun chooses every word carefully.

"I don't think about anything except the safety of that rough man and Tian'er now. No matter how Xianyang changes, it has nothing to do with me. My father is still here, and nothing will disturb the Meng family. You should worry too much."

Zhao Su spoke slowly.

... I didn't worry too much, just because of Meng Ao, the Meng family had a big change.

Ying Chengxun looked at Zhao Su with a guilty conscience, cupped his hands and said: "Aunt Su, take care of your body, and let Meng Gong not worry about Uncle Wu and Meng Tian's safety. It won't be long before the news of the frontline victory will be sent back."

"If you hadn't forced Uncle Wu to send Tian'er and Yi'er to His Majesty back then, the result might have been different today. After ten years of abuse, have you ever regretted it?"

"A bit."

If only this kid knew that what he gave up was not the throne of Qin, but the throne of the world.

Surely Meng Wu, I, Xiang Tian'er and Yi'er would not be allowed to hide what he did.

But there is no prophet in this world, and it is useless to regret.

Zhao Su sighed softly, and said comfortingly: "The matter has come to this, so don't have delusions."

"I should have asked my father to pick up Brother Huang earlier. Brother Huang came back a few years earlier, and I should do less. Aunt Su will stop nagging me now."

Zhao Su's sentimentality was halfway, but he couldn't go on with his sentimentality, and his face was annoyed.

"Back when you were thrown three meters high by Meng Wu, I shouldn't have stopped! Get lost!"

"Farewell, Aunt Su."

Ying Chengxuan had already breathed evenly after this time, and it was no problem to walk normally, so he got up and wanted to walk.

"Mr. Chang'an stay, I will walk with Mr. Chang'an."

Xia Wuqi left the written prescription on the stone table, and explained to Zhao Su how to decoct it several times a day.

He also asked Zhao Su to take the needle for Meng Ao when it was about two hours old, first to take the gold, and then to the silver, and the order should not be messed up.

After Zhao Su listened patiently, she stayed and said: "The imperial physician ordered you to stay up all night, and the water and rice haven't been brought in. The cook has already prepared the meals, why don't you have a simple meal in the humble house and sleep for an hour or two before returning."

"Your Majesty is still waiting for Wuji's return, and he really dare not delay."

Zhao Su wanted his servants to enter and present the hardware that had been prepared.

"Please ask the imperial physician to accept this small gift."

Xia Wuju pushed his hands away and said: "A doctor practicing medicine is like a farmer cultivating the land. It's all part of his job. How can he ask for such a huge sum of money?"

"I know that the Imperial Physician's order always requires a hundred gold rewards to practice medicine outside, but you don't like this hardware?"

Where can I spend a hundred gold?
That's Mr. Chang'an fouling my reputation!
This stick is not a son of man!
Xia Wuqi was so angry that he thought about how to refuse.

Ying Chengxun, who was waiting by the side, grabbed the hardware and stuffed it into Xia Wuqie's arms, muttering as he stuffed it.

"The hardware is good, don't think it's too little, the Meng family is not as well-off as this Lord, how much money do you want to charge to practice medicine?"

Are you still here? !
Xia Wuhe's breathing was disordered, his hands were covering his chest, and his face was flushed red.

The good-tempered doctor was so angry that he gnashed his teeth, and wanted to slap the nonsense Ying Chengyu to death with his hands of healing and saving lives.

"Mr. Chang'an, don't be filthy and have a good reputation?"

Ying Chengxi sighed, and put the hardware into his arms.

"Forget it, I know you want face. It's still the old rules, I'll send it to the Imperial Medical Office later."

How could Zhu Zi deceive me like this!

How could Shu Zi be so angry with me!

With a gloomy face, Xia Wuqi opened Ying Chengxun's palm, took out the hardware and placed it on the stone table.

"I, Xia Wuqi, swear in the name of my patriarch Bian Que, if healing the sick and saving lives is not from the heart, but for money, and goes against the practice of a doctor, there is such a case!"

pong~
Xia Wuqi slammed his fist on the stone table.

This punch is extremely powerful, and the strength is concentrated.

Unexpectedly, at the same time as the stone table was smashed out of a corner, the bamboo slips placed on the stone table did not shake at all.

After expending a little of the internal strength he had just accumulated to finish the punch, Xia Wuqie held on to the stone table with missing corners and was panting.

Seeing that Xia Wuqi was like this, Zhao Su gave Ying Chengxun a "almost done" look and apologized to Xia Wuqi.

"This matter is plain reckless. I misunderstood you. I hope you will forgive me for the offense."

"It's okay."

Xia Wuqiu said these two words calmly, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If my doctor wants to make money and cure diseases, it is no different from a greedy and despicable businessman!
Xia Wuqi doesn't value money.

Most of the consultation funds obtained from practicing medicine in the past were used to purchase medicinal materials or develop new prescriptions.

But Xia Wu also values ​​reputation.

There are hundreds of schools of thought, no matter which one, they all respect doctors.

From kings and princes to common people and slaves, they all have deep respect for doctors.

This is what generation after generation of medical students have saved lives with a selfless attitude of not asking for anything in return.

As a descendant of the generation of doctors, Xia Wuqi would never allow the reputation of doctors to stink on him.

"Joking and joking, old man Xia doesn't like money, he's not interested in money. After leaving, old man Xia, to express my apology, I'll help you out."

If Xia Wuqiu hadn't wanted to ask Ying Chengxiu's experience in healing his heart disease, he would definitely refuse at this moment.

But in order to improve medical skills, cure more diseases, and heal more people,

He didn't say anything more, and let Ying Chengxun walk with him.

The two were walking on the bluestone road in the Meng Mansion, and the skylight illuminated their figures.

Passing guards, servants, maids, and younger ones will bow their heads slightly to show respect to the two.

Some of the older ones would only bow their heads to Xia Wuqi, and nodded gratefully to Ying Chengxiu.

This Zhuzi has a very close relationship with the Meng family. Anyone who has been in the Meng family for a long time knows this Zhuzi and has goodwill towards this Zhuzi. I don't know if His Majesty knows about it.

Thinking that he dared to do this in front of me, His Majesty should know.

"I don't know how Chang'an Jun and his doctor did it. Whether this technique can be taught or not, I can worship Chang'an Jun as a teacher."

(End of this chapter)