This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Spring rains are light and quick.

It cleared up after a while.

The prince regretted it.

If the timing is not right, it is quite leisurely, but if it is right, it is also a bit far-fetched.

He suddenly felt uncomfortable, feeling reckless.

Should at least wait.

Let's wait until the murderer behind the scenes is found.

Donggong's carriage stopped at the spot.

The tall and strong guards had all their knives out of their sheaths, and all their hands were pressed on the handles of the knives.

Surround the prince standing in front of the car.

Pedestrians came and went, and they didn't dare to lift their heads when they saw the vicious guards with knives, and they all walked around quickly.

Uda pulled the sheath buckle, and gripped the long knife in his hand.

Ready to kill at any time.

For a long time, Wu Da looked at the sun in the sky and at the prince who was still holding an umbrella.

He touched his nose, and asked as non-existently as possible: "Your Highness, are you going back?"

There was a long silence.

The prince's angry face flashed under the umbrella.

The umbrella leaves covered his eyes, and he could only see his lips slightly opened and closed. He said one word in a hoarse voice: "Hui".

Uda let go of the hand holding the knife and breathed a sigh of relief.

The prince boarded the carriage.

The carriage moved forward silently.

Wu Da stood a little further away, lest the evil spirit would affect him.

East Palace.

Yan Zhen stood at the door to welcome the returning guard of honor.

The prince got out of the carriage, walked all the way into the study, and closed the door with a bang.

Yan Zhen followed the prince with his eyes, and was taken aback by the hostile figure from behind.

"What's the matter?" Yan Zhen walked to Wu Da and looked at the closed door.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked someone to place it at the gate, in front of so many subordinates, and made a fuss.

Uda was ashamed to speak out.

He didn't answer but instead asked: "I heard what Song Taiyi said about what happened back then..."

"What's going on here?" Uda asked, "Why don't I know?"

Yan Zhen said "Hi", "It happened several years ago, didn't the prince still..."

He looked around, but there was no one around. Just as he was about to answer, Wu Da nodded first, "It's messy, I know."

Yan Zhen opened his mouth, "...you are still young, and some words and deeds are out of character."

"Song Lan, the father of Imperial Physician Song, was imprisoned. He begged to go to the gate of the East Palace. Relying on the prince's childhood companion to build a bridge, he met our Highness and begged him to save him." Yan Zhen summed up the events of the year in a few words.

"Have you been saved?" Uda asked.

Yan Zhen nodded.

Uda was very puzzled, "Then why, His Highness helped him, but he still has a nose and eyes all day long, and he doesn't seem to like His Highness very much?"

Yan Zhen raised his hand to signal him to wait a moment, pulled him into a corner, and said quietly: "At that time, the prince was not... just playful, he tortured the doctor Song so much, when he sent him away the next day... ..."

"Wait, the next day?" Uda seemed to have heard something serious, his eyes widened in shock, "tortured all night? How to torture?"

"Just..." Yan Zhen said vaguely: "It's just those things that can't be on the stage..."

He continued to lower his voice and said: "When Imperial Physician Song left, he didn't even have a complete piece of clothes, so he asked several people to carry them out, and the exposed shoulders were covered with blood..."

Uda covered his mouth, which was opened wide in shock.

He didn't move his head, his eyes turned to the study in their sockets.

Yan Zhen blinked helplessly at him.

Uda closed his mouth tightly, stretched out his hands and made a cross in front of his mouth.

Back then, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince regarded human life as dust and dignity as worthless, and took the children raised by others as treasures in his hands to tease and grind them.

A single thought can completely offend people.

I thought about regretting it later, but there was no chance again.

It profoundly explains what is the negative teaching material of "be a human being and stay on the front line so that we can meet each other in the future".

Fate is unpredictable.

To this day, Song Chunjing still keeps him at a respectful distance.

The prince finally paid the price and tasted the taste of regret.

Wu Da thought about it deeply, the prince under this person wanted someone's life with one mouth, and blood flowed like a river when he waved his hand.

Don't talk about playing with a bunch of little boys, even if they rob women and kill the whole family in broad daylight, no one dares to say anything.

At the same time, he put himself in the shoes and replaced the victim with himself, and immediately felt as if he had been stripped naked and paraded through the streets, with no dignity to speak of, and immediately gritted his teeth.

With such an identity, what do you want? Why do you have to embarrass a young man who is eager to save his father?

He also resorted to a lot of dirty tricks.

What a shame.

Suddenly, Uda's complexion changed several times, from sunny to cloudy, to cloudy to sunny.

Quite a bit hate iron but not steel.

Song Chunjing was caught in the rain and fell ill that night.

It can be seen that the imperial physician is also a mortal body and can get sick.

Shen Huan went to the Tai Hospital for sick leave on his behalf.

The difficult task of taking care of the fetus for Concubine Shu fell on Song Chunjing's head in the end.

He admitted his mistake in time, and the court judge asked him three times whether he was voluntary.

I'm afraid that the prince will find trouble again.

Song Chunjing repeatedly confirmed that it was indeed voluntary.

It is also regarded as a crime.

The judge was so happy that he almost lost his way.

Before Bei could be found, Song Chunjing fell ill again, and it was hard to ask the patient to drag his sick body to Shu-concubine to see a doctor, so he had to take on this tricky task by himself first.

Granted his leave.

Then he signaled him to take a good rest, and packed a bag of precious medicinal materials for Chen Huan to take home.

Song Chunjing looked at the herbs, and felt that the court sentenced this person to be foolish and shrewd at times, which was funny.

Holding the square box wrapped in cotton cloth, Shen Huan asked, "Master, can we use these medicines?"

"Why not?" Song Chunjing asked back.

"That's right, isn't it, you're using your position for convenience, right?" He slowly searched for words, trying to describe the key point more accurately, "Besides, I didn't have a good face before the court judgment. What kind of poisonous medicinal materials will cause bad things."

Song Chunjing couldn't hold back, turned his head and smiled for a long time.

Shen Huan blushed from his smile, "What's wrong? Am I wrong?"

Song Chunjing covered his mouth with a cotton white face towel, sneezed twice before stopping.

"As a preparatory doctor, do you still have to worry about which medicinal materials can't be used?" Song Chunjing said, "The gift is sent by the court, and it can be regarded as his personal gain. What does it have to do with you and me?"

Shen Huan seemed to understand.

It seems that I don't understand.

I feel that the adult world is really too complicated.

Song Chunjing said, "Take care of me, Dr. Shen."

After all, reach out your hand.

Shen Huan let out an "ah" in surprise, "Me? How could I know that?"

He muttered the second half of the sentence.

"Come." Song Chunjing said.

Shen Huan dared not not come.

Pretending to take the pulse, imitating Song Chunjing's usual manner, he first checked for signs of serious illness.

Because I have been by my side all the time, I already knew what it was like, so I just took a look at it.

Song Chunjing was lowering his forehead, looking down along the smooth arc, until the pointed jaw stopped abruptly.

Above the sharp, there are still two sharp corners of the lips, slightly hanging down.

"I feel a headache, bloated head, and some tightness in my chest." Song Chunjing said in a low voice.

The complexion is gentle, the expression is calm, and everything is indescribably smooth and natural.

"Master is like a piece of jade," Shen Huan said involuntarily, "one can't help but want to touch it."

"Shen Huan."

Song Chunjing's face turned cold.

He had a fever, and his cheeks were slightly flushed, like a drunk man about to get angry.

very scary.

Shen Huan suddenly broke out in fear.

He didn't dare to look any more, calmed down, and put his fingers on his wrist.

"It's so hot, Master, you have a fever." He frowned and said.

"..." Song Chunjing almost couldn't open his mouth.

Body sensation can also be regarded as a kind of seeing, hearing and asking. He sighed, "What I told you to check is the pulse, let alone the other things."

After touching it, Chen Huan didn't notice anything.

Song Chunjing: "Let's explore my own."

Shen Huan proceeded sequentially.

Still haven't noticed any big difference.

I just feel that the beating is slightly different

"Press the pulse first, there is a time to get used to it, and it can't be done overnight." Song Chunjing raised the tip of his chin, and pointed to the package of medicinal materials, "According to the treatment of wind and cold, if there are not enough medicinal materials, there are still many in the small warehouse. You watch and catch it."

Shen Huan pointed to himself: "Shall I take the medicine?"

Song Chun nodded.

Shen Huan had no choice but to grab the medicine.

Racking his brains, he thought about what Fenghan should take.

Song Chunjing said: "No, you can flip through the book."

Shen Huan hurried to the next door to flip through the book.

He compared the pictures with the words, finally got all the medicinal materials, and took the whole medicinal materials to the small medicine shelf in the pharmacy workshop to take out the powdered medicine one by one, and held them to Song Chunjing together.

Song Chunjing glanced at him and nodded, "You're right. There are many types of wind and cold. The most common one is the change of seasons, alternating hot and cold. I got sick from the rain, and I had to take more care when I got cold. The medicinal materials for dispelling dampness, if you remove all the hot medicinal materials, they are already burning, and if they continue to generate heat, they may be cooked."

As he spoke, he pointed to one of the withered herbs with slender branches and no leaves.

Shen Huan smiled.

He took that tree out and put it aside, "Which flavor do you want to add?"

"You memorize it first, what are the medicinal materials for dispelling dampness?" Song Chunjing asked.

Shen Huan immediately backtracked: "Orange peel, Huoxiang, Peilan, Magnolia officinalis, Cangzhu, Gorgon, and..." He thought for a while, then hesitated: "Fuling?"

Song Chun nodded and praised casually: "Not bad."

"Poria cocos is slightly mild, with dampness and dehumidification, without dampness and invigorating the spleen; Huoxiang is mild in nature, can remove moisture in the body in time, and can also cure cold and heat headaches by the way." He said.

Shen Huan thought for a while, "Then use Huoxiang this time? You said you have a headache."

Song Chunjing shook his head, "Use Poria cocos."

Chen Huan thought about it again, and tentatively asked: "Is it because it can strengthen the spleen?"

Song Chunjing paused, and said calmly, "...Because it's not that bitter."