I am cultivating immortals in the martial arts world

Chapter 237 Plague?The prince doesn't care!
"of course."

After ensuring that Lin Dong and Zhang Zeduan could run rampant in Damascus, Al Mofa stated his purpose seriously: "Before that, our prince wants to meet you and the... painter beside you."

"Pin Dao is not from this side, it's good to meet the host." Naturally, Lin Dong would not refuse.

In fact, he came here for a mission.

Damascus... or the Seljuk Empire, at this time has been torn apart due to the strife among the princes. Coupled with the pressure of the Crusades and the gradually spreading plague, there are naturally many tasks.

He already had the idea of ​​doing the task, otherwise he would not have reported his identity as a doctor in Song Dynasty at the gate of the city.

"call!"

Almofa heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "You just agree. Before that, I thought you would refuse, but luckily you didn't."

"It is the right thing to meet the host of this place, how can the poor boy refuse?"

Lin Dong smiled and shook his head.

Al Mofa didn't say any more, took a deep look at Zhang Zeduan behind Lin Dong, and walked ahead to lead the way.

in the palace.

Teresi, the former seventh prince of the Seljuk Empire, looked outside from time to time, waiting anxiously.

He is the king of several castles in and around Damascus, and the person who made him wait is naturally unusual.

"I'm coming!"

At this moment, Tracy heard a word that he had been looking forward to for a long time. He stood up quickly and looked outside.

When he saw the three of them coming side by side, he frowned slightly, subconsciously feeling that Almofa was not polite enough.

This is because he has a broad heart.

In fact, since Maliksha and Nizam Mulek passed away one after another, they, the princes of the original Seljuk Empire, have been working hard to restore the former empire.

In the empire back then, there were many etiquettes, even if they received a small person, there would be corresponding rules... This is also a scene that all the princes of the former Seljuk Empire dreamed of seeing again.

And the two people right now are from the huge and terrifying empire in the east.

However, Almofa was not polite enough. With Tracy who wanted to restore the heart of the empire, he would naturally not be very comfortable.

"Poverty Lin Dong."

After a while, Lin Dong and Zhang Zeduan walked into the palace. Lin Dong clasped his fists as a salute.

Zhang Zeduan followed suit and cupped his fists: "Little Zhang Zeduan, I have met the Seventh Prince."

"He, what did he say?"

"He said he had seen the Seventh Prince."

Lin Dong found that since the two came in, the seventh prince's gaze had been on Zhang Zeduan, and he just nodded to him.

However, he was not very surprised by this.

In comparison, he looks much plainer, and in the words of outsiders, he is a fairy.

On the other hand, Zhang Zeduan is like an official. As a prince, it is obvious that he should pay more attention to the latter.

"Oh oh oh."

Tracy nodded, then turned to Lin Dong and said, "Please ask him if he can draw a self-portrait for me."

Lin Dong was dumbfounded.

The Eastern Expeditionary Army has already reached Nicaea, and the Damascus plague is spreading. The prince in front of him didn't ask how to cure the plague. The first sentence he saw was to paint a self-portrait?

This is a bit too much, right?

"Pimpedao is good at distorting yellow..."

Lin Dong subconsciously felt that the prince might not know his identity, so he coughed lightly and said, "Cough, that is, medical skills. He is quite confident about some difficult diseases."

He didn't directly mention the plague, after all, that was too direct.

Moreover, he also felt that if this were the emperors of Song Dynasty, Daliao Dynasty, or even Xixia, there would be a high probability that they would talk about the chaos in their own country and how terrible the plague was.

Immediately afterwards, they would respectfully say to the corporal, if Lin Dong stabilized the plague, what benefits would he gain, and what would happen in the Song Dynasty, Daliao, and Xixia from now on...

This is what it should be!
"This prince has already known it before. If this doctor wants to practice medicine in Damascus, this prince will not stop him."

The Seventh Prince waved his hand, and after saying something very casually, his eyes fell on Zhang Zeduan again: "Now, should you help me ask if he would like to paint a picture for me... this prince?"

The task is there.

The title is, practice medicine in a foreign land.

But Lin Dong was in a bad mood.

He has already made it so clear, does the Seventh Prince in front of him not understand, or believe?
"Maybe I can't believe it."

Lin Dong muttered something in his heart, and turned to Zhang Zeduan and asked, "He said he wants you to draw a self-portrait for him, would you like it?"

"he?"

Zhang Zeduan had kept his head down since he came in. After all, he was still in awe of the emperor (he thought the king here was a different kind of emperor), so he raised his head when he heard these words.

When he saw those fiery eyes, Zhang Zeduan was taken aback even though he had a high level of mental quality.

He quickly lowered his head and said to Lin Dong, "It's not difficult, but why does the emperor look at me like this?"

"I don't know if I'm poor."

Lin Dong shook his head and said in a low voice: "By the way, since he asked you to paint, then please tell him quietly that Pindao still has some confidence in the plague while helping him paint.

Forget it, just tell him that the plague that Pindao has cured several prefectures is.

People here can't turn their heads, so it's better to speak clearly. "

"Row."

Zhang Zeduan quickly agreed, but he quickly raised his head and asked cautiously: "Where is the immortal master going these days? When you leave, don't forget me..."

"No way."

Lin Dong almost laughed, waved his hands and said, "Since Pindao brought you here, he will definitely take you back."

After saying this, he relayed Zhang Zeduan's thoughts to the Seventh Prince.

then.

Another unexpected thing happened to him.

"This doctor, don't you want to practice medicine in Damascus? The prince will not send it away, you can go. If you encounter obstacles, you can ask Al Mofa to help."

Tracy was very indifferent.

Lin Dong: "..."

This guy doesn't care about the plague, does he?
he thought subconsciously.

But immediately, he rejected this idea in his heart.

how can that be possible?
So many plagues will definitely cause inconvenience to farming, and then there will be a crop failure, and after that...

Princes and generals, would you rather be kind? !

Anyone who has been an emperor knows that water can carry a boat and overturn it. Even if you don't understand it, you will gradually understand it while becoming an emperor.

Although this one is just a prince at the moment, but after hearing Almofa say that he has great ambitions, he understands this truth.

…A few days later…

"Unexpectedly, really don't want to?"

After Lin Dong completed "Practicing Medicine in a Foreign Land (20/20)", he hurried to the palace, and the interpreter Zhang Zeduan, who was on the sidelines, told the seventh prince that he would cure the plague.

The latter is nonchalant.

It's not a question of believing it or not, it's a question of not caring at all.

Of course, he also said that if he got the plague, Lin Dong would definitely come to see it, otherwise he would encounter problems practicing medicine in Damascus.

To his grandma! .

This place treats whoever loves it, Lin Dong doesn't want to.

It's not a question of whether to threaten or not. He has heard similar threats hundreds of thousands of times, and even the village bully of Yuejia Village has threatened him.

He doesn't care.

But the problem is, this seventh prince doesn't even care about the plague of the common people, does he have a bright future?

Staying here for a day, he was very upset.

"Let's leave after signing in, this place is really... barbaric!" Lin Dong waved his clothes unhappily, turned around and walked out of the palace.

The Seventh Prince didn't care at all, he stared at Zhang Zeduan's painting with piercing eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was gradually blooming.

(End of this chapter)