Chapter 79
The imperial doctor conducted a joint consultation until the sun went down, but found nothing serious.
Finally, some nourishing and recuperating medicines were prescribed. In the few hours since returning from Rehe Palace, the blue marks on his arms had become slightly lighter and seemed to resolve on their own. Xu Lianlang became even more uneasy about it. On.
The imperial doctor packed up the medicine box and was about to leave when Si'er turned a corner and intercepted the imperial doctor. He led the imperial doctor to the side hall where Xu Lianlang could not see him.
The sun has already set, and only a faint glow of red and orange remains in the setting sun. The side hall faces south and faces north. The lights in the room are not yet lit, and only the tall figure of the man beside the couch can be vaguely seen.
Si'er took the lead and bowed to him, and carefully removed the strap on his left arm. The strap was too tight. Over time, a thin layer of purple appeared on the back of his hand, and the blood flow was not smooth. My arms are a little sore.
The imperial doctor treated his wound gently, using a random knife. In fact, the wound was quite deep, and a lot of blood still came out while applying the medicine on the wound.
The smell of blood gradually became stronger and reached the imperial doctor's nose. The sky became darker and darker. He lowered his head and could only see the bloody gash made by his master.
The thick ring of fur at the collar of the imperial doctor's coat dug into his neck, and the outermost fur was soaked with his sweat, like a mourning dog that had just fallen into the water.
The voice of the master opposite him was as deep as a ghost in the night, and his tone was casual. The less salty and serious the tone, the more it made his hair crawl.
He suddenly couldn't control the muscles in his hands, and the silver spoon for applying medicine rolled down on the thick and luxurious carpet.
His face twitched, "Your Highness, I am incompetent and failed to find out the cause of the girl's scars."
He heard Lu Jieming snort. In the dim room, Lu Jieming's phoenix eyes were clear and distant, but the imperial doctor felt that his heart was suffocated for a moment and his breathing became tight.
"I am useless, I am useless. Master, forgive me. Master, forgive me."
His lips were trembling and his knees were weak.
He had always been a dispensable presence in Taiyuan Hospital. He was from a small rural village, and even though he came from a family that practiced medicine, he still had no basis for settling down in Kyoto until he was spotted by His Highness the Seventh Prince.
To him, His Highness the Seventh Prince was his benefactor, a presence he should be grateful for, and a nightmare that kept him awake at night.
He originally thought that since he was working in the Imperial Hospital and following the prince, he would do something against his will. Medical practitioners could save people or harm them.
He knows what medicinal materials can cure people, and he also knows how to turn good tonics into poison in an instant.
Because sooner or later I knew this was going to happen, and my nerves were tense all the time.
But until now, his hands are still clean, not stained by any innocent soul.
He once couldn't figure out what his master wanted him to do - until he actually saw this person today.
He once went to the northwest with His Highness and stayed for more than three months. His master dealt with things vigorously and resolutely. He rarely took human lives, but he also had a method of punishing people without showing blood.
The battles between princes are always without swords and swords. The master is always careful, and there are many people who secretly betray and deliver messages. Once such people are caught, life will be worse than death.
The master spared everyone's life, leaving no limbs injured or disabled, but the torture was still unforgettable.
He once was so bold that he asked his master why he did this.
To this day, I can still remember all the details of that scene. Even recalling those shrill screams still gives me chills. At that time, two traitors secretly joined forces with His Highness Sixth Prince, causing a secret operation to fail.
The master had a very cool temper, and it seemed that everything around him had nothing to do with him. He was neither angry nor annoyed, and accepted the results calmly, but with a wave of his hand, he watched them serve their sentences.
The blood flowed down drop by drop, and the amount of bleeding was very small. As soon as it flowed out of the skin, it sank into the collar and disappeared without a trace. Only a faint fishy smell remained in the air. The wailing of the two people quickly spread throughout the camp, over and over again. He shouted over and over, "Kill me, kill me, you tyrant, why not just kill me."
The master put his index finger on his lips, "Shh, I'm not a king yet, I will be a tyrant in the future."
After he said this, he walked out of the tent.
The northwest wind is always mixed with sand and gravel. Not long after they arrived, their eyes were always dry. The master stayed outside the tent for a long time. He saw the wind and sand blowing through his hair and blowing the cloth that bound his hair. , the fine dust seemed to fall on his eyelashes and get into his eyes.
During the execution, he would always be called to stand by, fearing that his men would lose control. There would always be an imperial doctor standing by to stop the bleeding and treat the person, which would always leave the person dead.
He was the accompanying military doctor, so he really started his career as a military doctor, but he only treated traitors.
The master had noticed his movement early. He was about to salute when he saw something being thrown at him from the corner of his eye. He caught it in a panic. It was a wine flask.
The master was young, but he drank like an old drunkard. He poured it into his mouth in big gulps. It was not until a long time later that he realized that it was his second drink.
Perhaps because he was drunk, he asked, "Master, why don't you just kill them and get rid of them once and for all?"
He looked sideways at his master and drank all the wine, "Because some people don't like me killing people indiscriminately." He looked very serious, "I will take you to see her after I return to the palace. She is cold and weak. Please prescribe some medicine to help her." Let her nurse herself back to health.”
At that time, as if with divine help, he suddenly understood the purpose of his master raising him to eat rice for free.
But even for this sole purpose, he didn't do it well.
It got dark too early, so Si'er lit the candle next to it. It was an extremely exquisite lamp holder. The lamp holder was carved with lotus petals. The center was arched, holding up a basket-like circumference. A slender pearl was placed on the circumference. The doctor knelt on the ground and begged for relief.
Lu Jieming closed his sleeves, looked at the scattered blood stains on the wrapped gauze, and sneered, "What do you want me to do? If you have the time, why don't you read the book again and see where this scar came from?" ”
When he said this, his thick eyebrows were raised, showing a very subtle anger.
The lamp holder with lotus petals made him angry. The way the petals were wrapped around the branches was very similar to the rosette holding the doll at the foot of the Buddha statue in Shuyun Pavilion.
He was upset for a while, and his breathing was a little labored. He put his hand on his forehead, and his whole hand was shaking with his fingertips.
The imperial doctor quickly checked his pulse again, and hurriedly asked Si'er to bring some sweet sugar water. After helping him drink it, his condition improved slightly.
Lu Jieming was too powerful. After the childishness on his face completely faded, everyone treated him as an adult. In fact, he was just a boy who was still growing.
He was running around all day, and he didn't care about food. He was injured and resisted so hard, and there was a day when his young body couldn't bear it anymore.
The lights in the side hall did not burn for long and were extinguished very early. The imperial doctor and Si'er quietly retreated.
Si'er sent the imperial doctor to the door and told him to be more careful when he returned to Tai Hospital to record the records.
The imperial doctor wanted to mention more about Xu Lianlang, but was blocked by Si'er. The imperial doctor had no choice but to take two steps and then stepped back, "Maybe we can ask Mr. Wang Xijie from Qintian Prison."
Si'er said "Ouch" and said, "You are a medical practitioner. Why can't you cure me? Then you find this monster."
The imperial doctor's face turned red when he was told this, "This...can be considered a case of emergency medical treatment."
Si'er pretended to have this matter in his heart but never dared to say it. Your Majesty does not believe in ghosts and gods, and he was not sure how much trust your Highness had in ghosts and gods.
If you are like Your Majesty, talking about it will only increase your troubles.
Fortunately, spring passed and summer came, and summer passed and autumn came again. Miss Xu's scars completely disappeared and she felt no other discomfort. This matter was finally let go.
From the very beginning, the imperial doctor checked his pulse every day, then every three days. Xu Lianlang felt it was troublesome and mentioned it to Lu Jieming several times, but Lu Jieming fooled him.
Because of these frequent pulse calls, someone in the court started gossiping about whether His Majesty the Seventh Highness had a very bad health. Otherwise, why would he come to the hospital every day? After talking too much, the conversation started to develop in a strange direction. The bad thing turned into a hidden disease.
The person who said this has a solid basis. Look, the Seventh Highness is not a womanizer at all. The other Highnesses have already had concubines at this age, and even if they are not good enough, they also have girls who have intercourse with each other. Our Seventh Highness is surrounded by There is nothing else but Princess Shuhe.
And the relationship with Princess Shu and Princess is also indescribably delicate. News of the engagement came out a year ago. After waiting for so long, there has been no real return.
There are rumors outside that there are noses and eyes. For this reason, His Majesty specially found Lu Jieming for this matter.
The Tianjia father and son spoke straightforwardly and only asked him whether he had heard of those rumors and whether they were true or false.
In the past two years, the emperor's health has become worse than before. He always coughs for a long time after saying a word. Wang Fulu hurriedly handed over the handkerchief. When he saw the dark red blood seeping on the handkerchief, his expression remained unchanged. He raised his hand to touch it gently. The emperor's shoulders helped him breathe smoothly.
Lu Jieming brought the soup and medicine to serve the patient, "Father said it was a rumor, how could the rumor come true?"
The emperor finally took a breath, caressing his chest and looking him up and down, his eyes roaming around three inches below his belly button quite affectionately. Lu Jieming remained unmoved and let him look at him.
Through the robe, only his steady chest rose and fell.
"What about Shu He? She has been waiting for you for so long."
The emperor took a sip of the decoction from Lu Jieming's hand, and the old man's voice, as dumb as the dusk, was indescribably dull, "My son, how can you marry the wife you like? Only power should be fought for by men."< br>
"Prince Rong can help you, and he is willing to help you. Why don't you accept it? Or should you say that you belong to someone else and have long thought of giving her the position of head wife."
Lu Jieming's eyelashes trembled, but the slightest movement still failed to escape the emperor's eyes.
His increasingly cloudy eyes began to move slowly, "A son cannot compete with a father. I have endured the one you like for so long. Don't ask me to really make a move."
"Remember, some things are not strictly given in life, and your life will be shortened."
There was a lingering sweetness in the emperor's throat. He coughed hard and said, "She is worthy of being a queen."
His hand patted Lu Jieming's shoulder, and with the sound of coughing, his palm fell on Lu Jieming's shoulder and back. Lu Jieming pursed his lips and remained motionless.
The cat nestled at the emperor's feet seemed to feel cold. Thurse wrapped its tail around its entire body and meowed "meow" several times. Upon seeing this, Wang Fulu held the cat on the emperor's lap.
"Let's do something new this year, winter hunting. Those old immortal things say that I am going to die every day. I have to show them who can survive who."
(End of chapter)