This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

night.

Song Chunjing found some medical books.

Some are entry-level, and some are really complicated and difficult. He listed them in order from easy to difficult and gave them to Chen Huan.

Song Mansion tidied up a room for Shen Huan alone.

Although it is not as comfortable and bright as the bedroom in the General's Mansion, it is clean and warm.

Chen Huan had already washed up and was about to go to bed, but the master came in and told him to "read these books within one month."

Chen Huan thought it was time to rest at night after running during the day, but unexpectedly he had to study.

He looked at the stack of books that was higher than his legs, and was a little dazed.

"Do you want to see so much?"

Song Chunjing rummaged through it, took out a few books, and said nonchalantly, "Just read the rest."

Shen Huan nodded solemnly.

Song Chunjing was ready to leave now, and wrapped the thick blanket that was left aside when he came in, covering his body, only his head was exposed.

This look was so funny that Shen Huan almost laughed out loud.

Seeing that he wasn't serious, Song Chunjing said, "I'll do random checks in one month, and if I can't answer, I'll ask your father to pick you up."

Shen Huan just thought, looking through it should be very fast, and he can read it in one month.

Unexpectedly, I didn't just look at it casually at all, but even memorized it!

At this moment, he felt that Master was not as indifferent and harmless as outsiders seemed.

What a devil!

The 'devil' ruthlessly left with a faint smile on his lips.

Shen Huan followed Song Chunjing during the day and endorsed at night.

This can be regarded as setting the rules and schedule.

It was sunny for two days, and the winter snow melted.

The branches show a faint light blue color.

The palace is not muddy.

The cleaning palace staff were nimble, and they swept away the snow early in the morning. After the sun rose and shone for only half a day, the palace road was as clean as uninked rice paper.

Bright enough to dazzle people's eyes.

At night, the wet bluestone road, the sticky steps, and the cold wind with moisture all disappeared.

As if overnight, winter is over.

Shen Huan changed into flimsy clothes and was happy all day long.

He watched Song Chunjing write the prescriptions, grasp the medicinal materials in an orderly manner, and his gestures were very good-looking.

In a few more days, he visited the Taiyuan Hospital one by one. After playing enough, he couldn't wait any longer, so he finally couldn't help asking him.

"Master," Shen Huan asked, "When will I start studying?"

"Isn't this learning?" Song Chunjing sorted out the prescriptions, dug out the old prescriptions one by one, added and subtracted a few herbs, and put them in a new box.

He doesn't talk about knowledge systematically, he just says what he thinks of, and he just mentions a sentence or two when he does it.

Chen Huan often feels that he has learned a lot, but sometimes feels that he knows nothing.

Song Chunjing saw that he was hesitating, as if he didn't dare to say something.

The sunlight coming in from the window dappled the two of them.

Song Chunjing moved towards the sunlight so that he could get more exposure.

He glanced outside and said casually, "If you're bored, you can pick herbs with him."

Chen Huan followed him to look around, He Sixing was outside, sorting the herbs.

A few days ago, you said that you don't need him to start with picking medicinal materials, so you regretted it?

He said it firmly, without any backlash.

It seems that he has long forgotten what he said.

Shen Huan nodded slightly.

Song Chunjing lay on the table and continued to think about the prescription. Seeing that he hadn't left, he raised his eyes and found that he was still staring at him, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Shen Huan said shyly, "Master, when will I learn how to decoct medicine?"

Song Chunjing remembered the promise he made that day that he would take him to see plum blossoms when he learned how to decoct medicine, thought for a while, and said, "When you learn how to sort herbs."

Shen Huan: "..."

"Then winter is over?" Chen Huan was a little downcast.

Song Chunjing thought he was playful.

But most children at this age are playful, Song Chunjing thought for a while and said, "If you want to see plum blossoms, you can go with him, just don't run around."

This time, he raised the tip of his chin and clearly pointed at He Sixing.

Shen Huan looked at Sixing, then at Master, he wanted to say: I don't want to play, but I want to go with Master.

Song Chunjing has gone to busy with his own affairs.

Shen Huan opened his mouth and closed it dryly, so he nodded first.

Song Chunjing breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to sort out the medicine list with peace of mind.

Shen Huan went out and stood next to the round board made of bamboo slices for drying medicinal materials, which is as long and wide as a person. He Sixing looked at him suspiciously, "Why did you come out?"

Shen Huan shrugged and said helplessly, "Master asked me to pick medicine with you."

The corners of his mouth couldn't help drooping, and he glanced at the piles of herbs piled up in front of him with half-drowned eyelids.

"I can't even tell what is what, and how to classify it." He muttered.

He Sixing coveted his face, "Huh?" He said in a long voice, "I'll help you."

"Shen Huan." A slightly cold voice sounded.

Shen Huan responded and ran to the window.

Song Chunjing stood in the window and instructed: "Observe carefully with your own eyesight first, and put the medicinal herbs that look similar together. You need to try your best to distinguish them by yourself, and don't ask others to help."

"Understood." Shen Huan nodded.

He stood all day during the day, stayed up late at night to memorize, and now he had to sort medicinal materials.

Shen Huanxin said, this master is really a hard-hearted master.

He was afraid that Song Chunjing would say that he was delicate, so he didn't dare to say that he was tired, so he tried his best to persevere.

After such a few days, he became sluggish, with a sad face.

Before getting off work, Song Chunjing would check the medicines he had sorted every day, and if he found something wrong, he would point it out.

He Sixing stood aside and listened, Shen Huan was very embarrassed and felt a little ashamed, so he worked harder.

Mistakes are now rare.

It is a big progress.

The weather is getting warmer, and the people in the sun are warm.

Shen Huan wanted to take a nap, but the master didn't say anything, so he didn't dare to mention it.

When I am really sleepy, I think about my progress and feel very satisfied.

Shen Huan yawned and looked enviously at the room where He Sixing was taking a nap.

He picked a shady place, squatted down and went into a daze.

The chief housekeeper of the General's Mansion came at this moment, and as soon as he entered the gate of the Supreme Hospital, he was the first to see Shen Huan picking up medicinal materials with his head drooping.

The big butler stepped forward and was startled, bowed his waist and said, "Is the young master sick? Why have you lost so much weight?"

Shen Huan waved his hand weakly.

Shen Huan lived a life of gold and jade at home, and when he was sent to the Tai Hospital for a few days, among other things, he got tanned first, and the housekeeper felt a fire in his heart.

The court judge saw the person coming from inside, and he didn't take a nap at noon, so he hurried out to meet him.

There are still a few indentations made on the desk on the face.

"Brother is here?" the judge asked enthusiastically.

The butler nodded and smiled restrainedly, "Is Lord Song there?"

The court judge said: "He is taking a nap, what do you need to find him?"

He was taking a nap, letting a half-grown child bask in the sun, and the housekeeper's hair was so angry that it was about to curl up.

When Song Chunjing came out, several people turned their eyes and focused on him.

But he didn't even look at it, and walked out with his hands clapped with his sleepy eyes down.

The court judge said: "Physician Song?"

Song Chunjing turned his head and raised his hand towards him, "The eldest maid from Qingyu Hall came over this morning and said that the master is not feeling well, so she asked to go over to have a look in the afternoon, and I will go right away."

He didn't wait for a response after he finished speaking, and walked out on his own.

I caught a glimpse of the butler out of the corner of my eye, but I just swept it away without staying for long.

Shen Huan rolled down his sleeves, stepped forward to take the medicine box, and followed him consciously.

The housekeeper almost went mad, "Doctor Song! This medicine box is so heavy, how can a child carry it?!"

Song Chunjing paused, Shen Huan became a little anxious, and said anxiously to the butler: "I can move my back!"

Turning his head to look at Song Chunjing again, Song Chunjing turned around and sized up the housekeeper.

He stared and said nothing, but his eyes seemed to say: Mind your own business.

The butler flinched at him.

In a blink of an eye, the nostrils of anger only spray coarse air.

Song Chunjing looked away.

He didn't intend to speak, and slowly walked out.

It wasn't the first time he was like this, the court judges were used to it, and secretly ridiculed him for "killing".

It means not getting close to others easily, and often putting on a face that strangers should not approach.

Seeing that the indifferent killer was about to step out of the threshold of the Tai Hospital.

"What do you want to do with Imperial Physician Song?" the court judge hurriedly asked the housekeeper.

The butler said stiffly: "The general twisted his waist a few days ago and thought he would be better after a few days of rest. Unexpectedly, it got worse this morning. Now he can't get out of bed anymore. Please ask Imperial Physician Song to go and have a look."

Song Chunjing didn't know if he heard it or not, and left without looking back.

The court judge said: "Go, go."

Lifting his head, he raised his voice and shouted, "Physician Song, are you going?"

The big butler lowered his eyes, didn't look at anyone, and stood up straight.

"No," Song Chunjing folded his hands and said slowly, "After this matter is over, I still have to go to check the empress's pulse and write down the prescription. The judge should find someone else."

"Huh?" The butler was taken aback.

The general's mansion came to invite someone, and the one who was injured was the general himself, how dare he not go?

Looking into the slits of his eyes, seeing his cold face, not polite like pretending, only then realized that he really didn't intend to go.

But Shen Huan stopped and looked back hesitantly.

Song Chunjing didn't turn his head back: "If you are worried, you can go back and have a look."

After he finished speaking, he still pursed his lips slightly, lowered his eyes slightly, and squinted downward.

Chen Huan hesitated, he wanted to go, but he didn't dare.

The general was always in my heart, but the general had to kneel for the first time that night, which left an indelible shadow on him.

Afraid of offending Song Chunjing, he sent himself away.

He stomped his feet and followed Song Chunjing's footsteps.

The two of them really left.

Now the butler's eyelids opened, and his waist softened, "Master Judgment? This..."

The court judge wiped off his sweat, "He is like this, I will teach you a lesson later, don't be angry..."

"Where is the general..."

He has always been a bully, and he doesn't take Tai Tai Hospital seriously.

He also received a lot of money from himself, and the court judge looked down on him a little bit.

But it was not easy to disrespect the general's mansion, so he had no choice but to say: "The doctor Zhao Zhong is here! He is good at bruises, please come and see him as soon as possible!"

When the housekeeper returned home, Imperial Physician Zhao looked at the general's waist, and he added fuel and vinegar to explain what happened today.

One is Song Chunjing's audacity and shamelessness.

The second is that he abused the young master so much that he lost a lot of weight in just a few days, so he must have suffered a lot.

He said angrily: "The same goes for this hospital. This kind of person is still spoiling him, and the court judge is also protecting him. He frivolously prevaricates me with a 'return and teach me a lesson'. Isn't this sending someone away?!"

The general was lying on the bed, and he only said after hearing the words: "Master Song, what's wrong with you recently?"

"He is also like this on weekdays. When he went there last time, he made a few sarcastic remarks that his nose was not his nose and his eyes were not his eyes. The court judges are also very used to it. He must have always been so disrespectful!" said the housekeeper Yue Yue. The angrier he got, the more his face turned red.

"Forget it," the general took the time to wave his hands, "I'll go to the Song Mansion myself."

The butler was dumbfounded.

"The general is still injured, why..."

"It took a lot of effort for Huan'er to enter his door. If you offended him with a few words, wouldn't it be a bamboo basket to fetch water?" He dismissed him in a few words, but does anyone dare to say that he is disrespectful?"

The general sighed, "Not only did no one dare to speak out, but even the empress had to rush to rescue the scene, for fear that he would be suffocated and wronged if he was late."