Datang broom star

"Can you let Taiping follow him back to Chang'an?"

The emperor felt that this woman had been a bit shaky recently.

Do unto others, do not impose on others.

Jia Ping'an received the news before he arrived in Chang'an.

"The prince is ill."

Chapter 1087 My God

The prince was lying on the bed, looking pale.

"What disease?"

Jia Pingan asked.

The medical officer said: "I checked it carefully, and it should be a cold, but it's hard to say, maybe it's a seasonal epidemic."

The so-called epidemic is the infectious disease of the season.

What is out of season can't be called epidemic, it can only be called... I don't know.

"Plague?"

In this era, the treatment capabilities of infectious diseases are poor and the risks are great.

I managed to cheer up this sick and crooked prince, but you have an epidemic.

Is this destiny irreversible?

I!

Go against the sky!

Jia Pingan was angry.

"Check properly."

Several medical officers sighed.

"It's pretty clear."

"vomiting and diarrhea."

Before he finished speaking, Li Hong opened his eyes, first in pain, then in joy, "Uncle."

"vomit!"

"Uncle, when did you...vomit!"

Jia Pingan sighed: "You spit it out before you talk."

"vomit!"

After some vomiting and diarrhea, the prince stopped.

"I'm fine!"

The prince comforted with a pale face.

"Your stubborn appearance is quite old-fashioned."

Jia Pingan mercilessly exposed his confidence.

"The medical officers in the palace...I'm not saying that you are incompetent."

Jia Pingan looked at the medical officers, "But His Highness's condition cannot be delayed, so I will invite Mr. Sun."

The doctors looked confused.

A medical officer said: "Mr. Sun has been refusing to enter the palace for medical treatment..."

"Have to try."

Jia Pingan said: "If something goes wrong with the prince before I come back, you should know the consequences later."

……

Sun Simiao sat under the big pear tree in the yard and sighed.

"It's too hot today, much hotter than Zhongnanshan."

Several disciples nodded one after another.

"Mr. Sun!"

Someone knocked on the door outside.

"Who?"

asked a disciple.

Because many people in Chang'an knew Sun Simiao's residence, so people often came to harass him, so he had to ask who it was first.

"I!"

The person outside the door answered.

The disciple was dissatisfied, "Who are you?"

"I am me!"

The disciple opened the door, and before he could get angry, someone outside the door came in.

"Hey hey!"

Hey fart!

Jia Pingan came in, "Mr. Sun, the crown prince is ill. He said it was some kind of epidemic. Please ask Mr. Sun to help."

A disciple said: "The nobles in the palace have a lot of problems, if they can't be cured, they will be troublesome."

"I have the bottom line!"

Jia Ping'an took care of everything.

……