This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

A group of people stood inside the door.

After a while, Song Chunjing came out.

First, a figure was revealed, with the clothes fluttering slightly in the wind, and the figure against the sun was getting closer and closer.

Most of the crown prince's aura had faded just now, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings, and he didn't know what to say in the first sentence.

Song Chunjing looked at the group of people, and then at the broken door.

Rare who looked cold did not salute.

The host asked in a distant tone, "Is Your Highness here to kill someone, or to search the house?"

He seemed really ill.

The whole person is a little sluggish, except that the eyebrows are still deep and obvious, the face is pale and bloodless, and the lips are no more gorgeous than before.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her voice was hoarse.

Very ill.

When the crown prince saw his appearance, he was instantly dumbfounded.

The temper that jumped two feet high suddenly fell back to the original place.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who neither planned to kill anyone, nor confiscated his home, fell silent.

At this embarrassing moment, Uda pushed the knife back into the scabbard with a "clang".

Song Chunjing glanced at him coolly.

"Injured people with knives for no reason, damaged officials' property, and broke into courtiers' houses without authorization," he said coldly, "It seems that His Highness is too secure in the position of prince."

The prince was silent for a moment, and finally said, "You are sick."

he stated.

His voice was hoarse and deep, a bit sharper than Song Chunjing's.

Song Chunjing sneered, "His Royal Highness remembers you."

The prince took two steps forward, wanting to ask why the letter didn't reply: "The day before yesterday my name was..."

"Cao Min welcomes His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!" Master Song rushed out after hearing the sound.

Walking up to him, he knelt on the ground and bowed.

Father knelt down, son should not stand up because of emotion and reason.

So Song Chunjing also knelt down.

Song Lan asked: "Why did Your Highness come to the humble place in person?"

As he said that, he looked at the gate and apologized: "The small family can't teach any servants who have seen the world. They are all short-sighted. I have never seen His Highness lose manners. Please forgive me!"

Knocked to the ground again.

Song Chunjing also knocked to the ground.

The prince touched his nose.

Embarrassed, he said: "I heard that Doctor Song was ill. He has always been responsible for taking care of the empress's health. The empress asked me to express my condolences."

Uda gave him [-] points from the bottom of his heart.

Song Lan got up and greeted the prince inside.

In the shadow, Song Chunjing frowned very inconspicuously.

The prince followed suit and walked into the door of the Song family.

The Song family hasn't been this lively for a long time.

Song Chunjing was a bit indifferent and unhospitable, and usually had few friends to visit.

Cool and cool.

No source of excitement.

The prince came in person, like a bomb suddenly dropped into the water.

Blow up large splashes.

For a while, those who make tea make tea, and those who serve dim sum serve dim sum.

The prince didn't take it seriously, and said casually: "How is your health?"

It is a great fortune to have the crown prince say "you".

Except for the current emperor and empress who can look respectful, no one else even thinks about it.

Song Lan hurriedly stood up, "Your Highness, you really are..."

Song Chunjing stepped forward to support him.

The prince said, "Sit down."

Song Lan had no choice but to sit down again.

The prince picked up the tea, took a sip, and found that it was the spring tea he sent over. His heart seemed to be caught, and his breathing became slightly long and shallow.

Song Lan sat down with him for a while, but couldn't take it anymore, so she asked someone to help her down to rest.

There were only the two of them in the room, the prince looked at Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing followed suit and stood up, "If your Highness has nothing else to do, the officer has a headache and needs to rest."

This is clearly driving people away.

The prince raised his eyebrows.

"I'm leaving soon. Before I leave, I want to say a few words to you." He said.

All the entourage went out quietly and closed the door behind them.

Song Chunjing lowered his head, raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and said coldly, "Is there anything else you want to explain, Your Highness?"

The prince touched the straight bridge of his nose, ignoring the malicious elements contained in it.

"I'm sorry." The prince said suddenly.

Song Chunjing didn't speak, the prince frowned slightly, and sighed, "I was young and frivolous, and now I regret the sins I committed, thinking about what to do to dispel your anger."

I am afraid that there will be no second person in the world who can make the current prince apologize in a low voice.

However, Song Chunjing didn't seem to care much, and said casually: "I'm not angry, Your Highness, don't mention it any more."

He said so, but his expression was still tactful and indifferent, as if he didn't answer.

The prince said again: "I'm really sorry for hurting your heart."

He didn't mention that he saved his father's life, but he only mentioned this matter, which is fair and aboveboard.

A look of daring to go all out.

The prince thought for a while, put down the teacup in his hand, frowned and suggested, "Otherwise, I won't leave tonight, it's up to you to deal with it, I will never beg for mercy..."

He looked at the expression of the person opposite, and asked hesitantly, "...is that okay?"

"..."

Song Chunjing looked at him complicatedly for a moment.

The crown prince looked at him expectantly. Song Chunjing sat upright and cleared his throat: "I don't dare to make mistakes, and... I'm sick and weak, and I really don't want to play around."

The prince rubbed his fingers.

"No kidding, I'm serious, you think about it."

Song Chunjing looked at him delicately.

After watching for a while, I turned my eyes away.

He did what he said, and if he didn't mention it, he really stopped responding to this matter.

The prince was speechless for a while, and the two were relatively silent.

"Don't tell me if you are sick," said the prince, "so that I can send someone to see you."

"Xiaguan himself is an imperial doctor, there is really no need to call others." Song Chunjing said.

Holding the teacup, the crown prince took a sip, and couldn't help asking: "The letter I sent to you from Wu Da the day before yesterday, why didn't you reply?"

Song Chunjing was confused, "What letter?"

The prince looked at Wu Da outside the Wu Da Gate.

Uda's voice still came in clearly through the door, "I'll leave it to the boy who guards the door during the day."

Song Chunjing thought for a while, "I've been sick for the past few days, maybe it's left in my room, I'll look for it later."

It turned out that he didn't read it.

The prince breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, a little melancholy and lost.

Seeing that his face was calmer than before, the prince was slightly relieved.

He dragged the chair to Song Chunjing's side, completely ignoring the majesty and demeanor of the crown prince, and put his chin in his hand, "I will go south this time, at least two or three months, are you sure you won't go with me?"

Song Chunjing glanced at that frivolous movement.

I couldn't help but took a deep breath, "Your Highness will come to my house less in the future."

The prince sat up straight and looked at him.

Song Chunjing continued: "My father is not in good health, and he can't stand the back and forth."

The prince thought about it.

He wanted to coax him, and agreed, "Okay."

On the contrary, it was straightforward, Song Chunjing glanced at him, and looked away expressionlessly.

The prince nodded.

He still had a lot of things to say, but seeing Song Chunjing's sluggish expression, he could only say, "Give me an answer when you read the letter."

Song Chunjing: "When the officials finish reading it, they will reply if they can."

So watertight.

The prince was deeply frustrated.

I just feel that I am in a mess all over the place.

The relationship that was finally eased has returned to the original point.

"So, I'm leaving," he said.

Song Chunjing stood up, "Send off Your Highness respectfully."

The prince also got up and stepped forward to give him a hug.

Song Chunjing bent over and clasped his hands, keeping an arm's length away from others.

Hearing the wind, he took a step back and said again: "Respectfully, Your Highness."

The prince stood beside him, in a dilemma, staying where he was.

Nodding sadly.

Song Chunjing sent him all the way to the door, watching the prince get into the carriage.

The Donggong horses are handsome and vigorous, their fur is so shiny that they seem to be able to reflect light, they gently pull the carriage, they don't stop for a moment, and they disappear after a while.

Song Chunjing stood there in a daze for a while.

Master Song came out of the house, stood beside him, and looked into the distance with him.

Song Chunjing came back to his senses and called out, "Father."

Hold his arm.

Master Song looked at his expression and asked casually: "Looking at you, it seems that you don't like the prince very much."

"No." Song Chunjing replied.

He lowered his eyelids halfway, with an expression that didn't want to say more.

The two stood there quietly blowing the wind for a while.

"Chunjing'er," Mr. Song stroked his beard and thought for a while, then he called out and had nothing to say, so Song Chunjing could only wait.

I saw Master Song shaking his head for a while, and sighing for a while.

It took a long time before he said: "The prince has some scruples now, and he is still restrained. If the prince becomes the throne in the future, I'm afraid I won't spare you."

He meant something.

Song Chunjing looked down at the dust under his feet and remained silent.

Tai Hospital.

The court judge stood at the gate and looked around countless times.

Liu Zixian watched him from inside the room.

Seeing that it was almost time to change shifts, he went out, stood at the door and followed the court judge to look into the distance.

The court judge turned his head to look at him, and said sadly, "Why aren't you here yet?"

Liu Zixian asked curiously: "Who? Song Imperial Physician?"

"Go, go, go," the court judge turned his head when he saw him, "don't put it here as an eyesore."

Liu Zixian moved a little away from him, and leaned against the door, showing half of his face, and asked cautiously, "Father, what do you want to do with Doctor Song?"

The judge glanced at him.

Liu Zixian asked again: "Is Doctor Song cured? What if he doesn't come today?"

The court judge only felt that there was a fly flying around him.

The annoying one just wants to get angry, "Shut up!"

Liu Zixian took a few steps back, "Father..."

"Get out of here!"

The court judged to fight.

Liu Zixian took two steps and ran away.

The court judge chased after a few steps, and cursed: "You son of a bitch who knows what to do without a shit—"

At the time of shift change, two dark figures, one big and one small, finally appeared at the end of the palace road.

Song Chunjing rested for a few days, and finally recovered from his illness.

Wrapped thickly, took the disciples, and went to Tai Hospital to report.

The judge almost wept with joy.

He went up to meet him from a distance, and said with concern: "Physician Song—is the illness cured?"

Song Chunjing glanced at him with dark eyes, then shook his head, "It's not all right."

The court judge choked for a moment, then grinned and praised, "Come here to be on duty when you are not in good health, what a role model!"

"Let's go, let's go," the court judge said happily, "I have something to find you."

Song Chunjing looked at him from the corner of his eyes.

The court judge pushed him forward, and said as he walked, "I have an errand, I've finished thinking about it, and it's best for you to go."

Song Chunjing didn't say anything.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is about to go south, and there is a lack of an accompanying imperial doctor. You see that you are the only one in our courtyard who is idle, why don't you go?" the court judged.

"..." Song Chunjing asked suspiciously, "Why hasn't the prince left yet?"

"No," the court judge said "Hi", "I don't know why it was delayed, I'm leaving today, you just came back."

Song Chunjing: "..."

"It's not appropriate," he declined, "The lower officials still have to take care of Concubine Shu's fetus, the heir of the emperor is important."

"No, no need," the court judge became even happier, almost grinning to his ears, "Mr. Xu's concubine is in charge of concubine Xu's pregnancy. He is a newcomer, so he should give some errands to experience..."

Song Chunjing stood still.

The court judge asked with concern: "Physician Song?"

"I'm a bit of a headache," Song Chunjing said, "I want to ask for two days of sick leave."

"This disease is procrastinating and won't get better, ask your colleagues to show you too!" The court judge gritted his teeth and dragged him into the gate of the Tai Hospital.

Liu Zixian leaned against the wall and looked at him quietly.

Song Chunjing nodded to him as a greeting.

Imperial Physician Xu came forward, clasped his hands and bowed deeply, "Imperial Physician Song, I've heard about you for a long time, and I'm a new official here, so I hope you can give me some advice."

Song Chunjing bowed back and said politely, "Let's make progress together."

Xu Zhuo felt that the Physician Song was polite and easy to talk to, not as unkind as outsiders said.

He straightened up and took a little look.

I think this guy looks really good.

Doctors have always been an old profession, and the longer they work, the more haggard and vicissitudes they become.

He is very young.

Hands and feet, like a bamboo standing in the wind in autumn.

The color is neither too bright nor too dull, very charming.

He said politely: "Concubine Shu's fetus has been taken care of by you before, but is there anything special that I want to explain?"

Song Chunjing: "Usually it's Imperial Physician Liu who goes to ask for pulse. I'm just accompanying you. It's been two days since I left it in my hands, and you picked it up. There's really nothing to explain."

Then he clasped his hands and said with a smile: "Mr. Xu is really a leader among the people. It's amazing to be valued by Concubine Shu."

He said "very powerful" in his mouth, and his expression was gentle and decent.

However, the corners of his eyes were raised slightly, as if he didn't say anything good.

Xu Zhuo wanted to ask carefully, but Song Chunjing already lowered his head and went to his seat.

At the end, he laughed at Yan Yan: "I admire, I admire..."

The court judge followed him and sat opposite him.

This is interesting, it's rare to see one in a hundred years, and the court judges revolve around the imperial doctor.

Liu Zixian gave Xu Zhuo a "hush".

He looked over, and Liu Zixian hooked his fingers.

Xu Zhuo came to his side, Liu Zixian pointed Song Chunjing's direction with his chin, blocked his hand with one hand, and said in a low voice, "He is not easy to mess with, stay away from him."

Xu Zhuo turned his head and glanced at Song Chunjing.

I found out that apart from his good looks, he is quite polite.

The court judge tried his best to get closer to Song Chunjing, and persuaded him earnestly:

"Every imperial doctor is in charge of at least three masters. After all the calculations, only you have a small number of people. According to the regulations, you can go there."

Song Chunjing smiled slightly, his eyes were deep, and he looked at him for a moment, "Originally, there were three other officials in my hands, why did you suddenly move Concubine Shu out?"

The court judge was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Although you said you were willing to go to the Hall of Xianshu before, the crown prince specially came to me that day to emphasize that you should not ask you to have too many things, lest you will not be free when there is something to do in the East Palace. .”

He stretched out his hand and asked Song Chunjing to look at the red and flabby fingertips——

That day was called hot water.

Song Chunjing didn't even know that there was another crop.

frowned.

The court judge blew his fingers and said helplessly, "I also act according to the order..."

"Furthermore," the court judge paused, and said with a smile: "In the past, His Highness was the closest to you, and you were the one who took care of his body. You are the most suitable in terms of emotion and reason."

Song Chunjing suddenly realized and nodded, "Since the court has made a judgment, you only need to notify the lower officials. You don't need to analyze and explain it like this to waste your time."

The judge almost choked.

Song Chunjing asked: "The Queen's place, the judge has made arrangements, too?"

The court judge said dryly: "Zi Xian will take care of the empress first. You can tell the situation of Qing nobleman to the imperial doctor Xu. After the handover is over, in the afternoon... go to the East Palace to report."

Sure enough, he had already made arrangements, Song Chunjing nodded heavily.

The court judge looked at his gloomy face and patted his hand.

"When you come back, you should be promoted to academician anyway." The court judge relieved deliberately.

Song Chunjing sized him up for a while, then smiled deceitfully: "It's an auspicious sentence."

Song Chunjing took Xu Zhuo to Qingguiren's place for a walk.

After coming out, the two went back to Tai Hospital together.

"I heard that Physician Song is going to accompany the crown prince to the south. This is really an honor that no one else can ask for. I really envy you." Xu Zhuo said.

Song Chunjing cleared his throat.

Xu Zhuo waited for his instruction.

But he didn't say anything, as if his throat was a little itchy, he coughed casually.

Xu Zhuo smiled sarcastically.

Finally, I realized that Song Taiyi's not easy to mess with - he doesn't like to talk to people.

If there is something to talk to you about, if there is nothing to do, I will save even the polite words.

Passing Xianshu Hall, Xu Zhuo walked in, but Song Chunjing stopped.

Xu Zhuo asked: "Won't Imperial Physician Song go in together?"

Song Chunjing shook his head, with a warm smile on his face, "I won't go, I'm going back first, and I have to go to the East Palace to report."

He carried out the prince, Xu Zhuo could not continue to invite him no matter what.

He hurriedly said: "Then please wait a while, the imperial physician Song, the next official will come out soon, very soon."

Saying that, without waiting for Song Chunjing to answer, he hurried into Xianshu Hall.

Song Chunjing looked at his back, bored, and looked up at the sky.

Not long after, the eldest maid from Xianshu Palace came out.

She bowed softly to Song Chunjing, and said politely and forcefully, "Master Song, Imperial Physician Xu Zhuo invites you to go in, saying that it is a difficult matter you have encountered."

Song Chunjing saw that her posture was calm, as if something important happened in the palace.

He was silent for a while, sighed helplessly, and said:

"Miss, it's not that the lower officials won't go in, it's really urgent, and I have to rush to the East Palace. If it's late, I'm afraid it will delay the prince's trip."

The maid bowed again, and said with no refusal: "Physician Song, don't move out of His Highness the Crown Prince. Your Majesty knows that you are busy, and she only has a few words to explain. After explaining, you can leave immediately."

Several young eunuchs came out of the hall.

Standing menacingly on the way back to Tai Hospital.

Song Chunjing asked: "Miss, tell me clearly, is it the imperial doctor Xu who asked the lower officials to go in, or the concubine Shu who asked the lower officials to go in?"

The maid said: "It's all the same. The name of the concubine Shu is the name of Imperial Doctor Xu."

He sighed leisurely, moved away and walked in.

After entering the gate of the palace, before entering the inner room, a person rushed out in a hurry.

Xu Zhuo's complexion changed, and he said anxiously: "Doctor Song! Madam Shu's fetal pulse... I can't feel it!"

The accident happened suddenly.

Apparently the maid didn't expect that either.

She ran in a few steps and glanced at Shupin, who also stared at her with wide eyes.

Both of them had confused and unbelievable terrified eyes.

The maid ran out again, and with a "plop", she knelt down in front of Song Chunjing!

"Master Song! Please look at my mother——"

Xu Zhuo had a layer of sweat on his forehead, his lips turned white, and his face turned blue.

The Xianshu Palace, which was silent just now, exploded in an instant.

Song Chunjing stopped.

The maid knelt and grabbed the hem of his clothes, dragging him forward.

There is a lot of bad things in the hall of Xianshu, and whoever gets involved will be unlucky.

Song Chunjing didn't want to go in at all.

The maid grabbed him fiercely, treating him like a life-saving Bodhisattva, and several eunuchs pulled and dragged him, pushing him in.