This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Tai Hospital is on duty for two days and one night, and then rests for two consecutive days, and so on.

Compared with other positions in the palace, it is considered very leisurely.

Song Chunjing came out of the East Palace and fell into a coma for two days.

Replenish your energy and replenish your vitality.

It was only in the evening that I struggled to get up from the bed.

After eating as usual, I was ready to go to bed again.

The servants came to report that there were guests in the front hall, and the master called to come over.

Song Chunjing's family has been officials for generations, and there have been several prime ministers.

His father, Song Lan, was an official of the third grade in his early years. His official position was neither high nor low.

Back then when Kan Molan rebelled on the frontier, the forces in the DPRK and China were at the peak of their intricacies, and they were accidentally branded as rebel accomplices.

Song Lan's luck was bad, so he was rowed in.

Suffered in prison.

Nine deaths, well aware of the ups and downs of the officialdom is extremely difficult.

After he came out, he asked his son to study medicine.

I thought it would be enough to have a skill.

Unexpectedly, Song Chunjing had some talent, followed the right teacher and father, and was admitted to the Imperial Hospital in one fell swoop.

The older Father Song was, the less he liked to meddle in his affairs, and he would come here in person if he needed something.

He was rarely asked to go.

Song Chunjing was a little curious, he thought about it for a while, and asked, "Is there one of the people who came here dressed as a servant, but he was well dressed, and the clothes were all satin?"

The servant thought for a moment, "Exactly."

Song Chunjing touched his nose and thought for a while, "Go and tell the master that I have a terrible headache and I can't get out of bed, so I won't go through it."

"Do you want to call the doctor for a headache?" asked the servant.

Song Chunjing looked at him, tilted his head and looked at him for a while.

Then he pointed a finger at himself.

The servant shut his mouth tightly.

Song Chunjing pointed to the small gate in the courtyard, and the servant bowed his head and hurriedly retreated.

He yawned and rubbed his forehead.

It was getting late.

After two sentences, the effort faded away.

Today is sunny, the sun has been out for a day, and it is much drier.

He froze for a while, not knowing what to think.

After recovering, he went to the back room to get a thick cloak, and went out alone.

In recent years, there has been peace, and the imperial court has been extremely powerful in emphasizing literature over military affairs. Although the general's mansion is not as down-to-earth as an idle general, it is also very clean.

After Song Chunjing left, the butler went out to greet him in person.

Just entering the courtyard, before stepping into the courtyard, I heard a distant laugh, "Master Song!"

Song Chunjing raised his head and squinted his eyes to see that the general was coming from a distance like a gust of wind.

The hem of the clothes in the action room swayed restlessly, discounting two sections of bare flower branches beside the path.

Song Chunjing took two steps forward, bent down and held his hands together, "Hello, General."

The general walked up to him and held the hand that was about to be sent down. With so much strength, he straightened his waist.

He grabbed his hands, "I thought, I thought..."

Song Chunjing withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, and took a small half step back.

"Lord Song!" The general called him several times excitedly, not minding his alienation at all.

He smiled happily, "I heard that you went to the East Palace the day before yesterday, I thought it was not fate to meet you."

"You're welcome, general." Song Chunjing smiled reservedly, "Where is it my little imperial physician's turn to refuse the prince's invitation? Just like the general wants to see me, I have to come if I wet my boots in the heavy snow."

The general ignored his sarcasm at all.

He has a big shoulder and a wide waist, and his hands are full of strength from years of fighting outside.

He stretched out his hand happily, and pushed Song Chunjing to go in, "Go in, go in, I got a new good tea..."

Song Chunjing staggered half a step, almost spraining his feet.

He straightened his somewhat windy robe in a gentle manner.

Compared with the extravagance of the East Palace, the General's Mansion looks much more 'normal'.

However, the starved camel was bigger than a horse, and it was spacious enough compared to ordinary courtiers.

There is a tea set in the front hall. It looks so shiny that the roots of a hundred-year-old tree have been watered for decades to wash out the bright brown color.

On the side are a few small wooden seats, all of which are novel and exquisite.

The general pushed him to sit on a table, and sat on the side by himself, "My tea house has been around for 40 years. If you like it, you can take it away today."

This ceremony is too big, Song Chunjing glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, "..."

"It's absolutely true," the general emphasized, turning his head, "quickly serve the tea."

Someone came forward and sat on another seat, and bowed first.

The rolled up sleeves were neatly wrapped around the center of the forearm.

The fingertips are as juicy and shiny as shallots.

Song Chunjing raised his eyes and saw that it was the young man who went to the imperial hospital the day before yesterday.

Taking a rough look that day, I was still timid.

It is neat and nice to make tea today.

The people are clean and the technique is beautiful.

He leaned to the side and looked at the father and son.

I heard the general say: "This is my son Shen Huan. He was fair and good-looking when he was born. The emperor liked him, so he gave him the word 'Huan'."

As he spoke, he patted the boy.

The young man didn't raise his eyes, after drinking the tea three times, he presented two cups and stepped forward.

Song Chunjing picked it up and said, "Thank you."

Cai said: "General, you offended the prince not lightly in just one thought."

"That's right," the general said, "The crown prince is the eldest son of the middle palace, and his uncle's family is powerful. It will be a matter of time before he becomes a great treasure. Why should he press every step of the way? The emperor had no choice but to entrust it to me. He said back then" Don’t ask for big prospects, just grow up safely’.”

Song Chunjing opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the general extended his hand to invite him to have a taste of tea.

Song Chunjing drank it.

I only felt a slight astringency in my mouth, and when I swallowed it, my lips and teeth suddenly filled with fragrance.

The general smiled, "How?"

"...Delicious."

Song Chunjing boasted dryly.

The general swallowed, "To tell you the truth, the name Shen Huan was changed later, the emperor intended to use the word 'Jun Huan'."

Song Chunjing put down the teacup, slightly surprised in his heart, and lowered his eyes.

A single word "Huan" expresses liking, but it's not a big deal. Adding "Jun" to the name is a bit hard to say.

The Ninth Five-Year Honor can be called the king, 'Jun Huan'...

"General, I'm used to mediocrity." Song Chunjing frowned slightly, with a look of regret and reluctance, "Aizi is smart and studious at first glance, and I'm afraid it will be delayed in my hands, otherwise ,tomorrow……"

"Chen Huan," the general interrupted him, and glanced at the young man.

Shen Huan came forward and knelt down in front of Song Chunjing, "...Master."

Song Chunjing: "..."

"Young Master, I don't dare to accept this gift." Song Chunjing stretched out his hand to give him a weak support, "Please rise, please..."

Shen Huan avoids that hand, plunges down, and kowtows firmly to him with a "boom".

He will stop again.

"Lord Song," the general pushed him down on the seat, "the heir of the royal family is withered, and the only way to keep this child is to completely cut off his way to become an official, you, you..."

"I can save it," Song Chunjing said, "but I'm just an imperial physician, so I really can't do much."

"A doctor saves people," said the general, "he was weak since he was a child, and he had to study medicine hard for his body."

The general is over fifty, and has lost the indomitable vigor of his prime, and knows how to play the emotional card in the ups and downs of the officialdom.

Very sad.

"You don't need to come out on the road for anything else," the general begged, "Just teach him medical skills. When you are free, look at his body..."

As he spoke, he stood up, lifted his robe and wanted to kneel down.

Just as Song Chunjing was about to reach out to stop him, Shen Huan supported him first, and said anxiously: "Father! It's fine if Mr. Song doesn't want to accept me, don't beg..."

"Boy is rude!" The general scolded him.

Seeing this, Song Chunjing withdrew his hand and sat back.

Shen Huan lowered his head a little aggrieved.

General Da Lala still had to kneel.

"Chunjing, your father and I have been good friends for many years. When you were born, I even gave away a pair of children, Ruyi, who promised to be in-laws with your father in the future." Blessings, children's blessings... There is only such an adopted son, as a parent, I don't want to see my children suffer..."

"Sit down quickly," Song Chunjing stretched out his hands to help him up, "Parents in the world love each other, even though I'm not married, I understand why, you should get up first..."

With a strong push, he pulled the big-armed and broad-waisted general up from the ground.

The general sighed, with tears still in his eyes, "Look..."

"Damn me." Song Chunjing also sighed.

Seeing that the old man was about to kneel again, he supported him firmly, "I want to add another person, please let me go home and discuss it with my father, and also allow me to think about it..."

"Okay, okay, okay," the general said three times in a row, stretched out his sleeve to wipe his old eyes, and said again and again: "Okay, okay."

He slapped Shen Huan across the face, "Call someone quickly!"

Shen Huan knelt on the ground again, threw his head down, "Master..."

Song Chunjing didn't respond, and stretched out his hand to lift it up from the air.

Shen Huan saw it from the corner of his eye, and got up by himself.

The general smiled and protected him with one hand, "Drink tea, drink tea..."

Song Chunjing sat down, and when he looked up, Shen Huan handed over a cup of tea.

After receiving someone else's tea, the matter is considered a certainty.

When Song Chunjing raised his eyes, the father and son were looking at him eagerly.

He sighed.

Reaching out to take the cup of tea, he lifted the lid and took a sip.

The general clapped his hands lightly.

Just when he was about to laugh out loud, Song Chunjing over there gave him a cool look, the general's smile froze on his face, he held his breath and said, "...good tea, good tea..."

The sky was getting darker and darker, and there was still some light before, but it was completely dark after two cups of tea.

If I go back later, I don't know what secret news will come out tomorrow.

The general personally assigned a carriage, and the butler accompanied the carriage to take Song Chunjing home.

Seeing the carriage completely melted into the darkness with his own eyes, the general breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Huan stood at the back, drooping his ears and looking unhappy.

The general glanced at him without asking any questions, and walked in the door on his own.

Chen Huan followed behind, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Father..."

The general rolled his eyes at him.

"This Song imperial doctor is so young, how can his medical skills be so good?" He was very puzzled, but he couldn't belittle others behind his back, obviously hesitant, "He doesn't have any official position. Without your protection, how should the child deal with herself?"

The general led him back to the living room and continued to drink the half cup of tea, "It is true that he does not have enough qualifications, and he has no official position, and has no real power in his hands..."

"Don't drink it, it's cold," Chen Huan pulled out the teacup from his hand, "If you drink too much, you won't be able to sleep at night."

The general smashed his mouth greedily.

"Father asks you, there are so many imperial physicians in the imperial hospital, and he is young and has no qualifications. Why is it that any noble person in or outside the palace is willing to ask him to have a look when he is sick?"

Shen Huan thought for a while, "Because...he is good-looking?"

General: "..."

The general reached out and knocked on his forehead.

There was a crisp sound, "It's quite beautiful," the general laughed, "It doesn't matter how good your medical skills are depending on your age. He has made a lot of money in the past two years because of his excellent medical skills."

"There's something else," the general said, with deep smile lines on his face, "he is valued by the crown prince, and he is always looked for for any illness on weekdays, which can be regarded as extremely trustworthy. You are a cruel and merciless brother, and you can make him treat you differently." , it's not easy."

Shen Huan asked again: "Why does the prince insist on my life? I won't compete with him for the throne, so I can only assist him wholeheartedly in the future?"

"Oops," the general sighed, feeling that his heart was straight-minded and his brain lacking water, "you have a special status, even if you don't want to, it's inevitable that others will want to take a detour and make a bet on you... Don't tell anyone else that."

Shen Huan thought about it.

"Well," he replied, "the child knows."

Although he has a special status and is young, he is still a young man with his heart still in his chest.

Although today's affairs were a bit embarrassing, but it was still done successfully, the general smiled with satisfaction.

After all, the carriage in the General's Mansion was not as warm as that in the East Palace. After sitting for a while, Song Chunjing felt his calves were numb from the cold.

The Song Mansion is close at hand.

All the nearby lanterns were extinguished, only his family was on. Looking at it from a distance at the end of the road, there was a red and yellow shimmer, which was very scary.

Song Chunjing looked at it for a while and adjusted his expression.

As soon as the carriage stopped, the butler of the General's Mansion outside the window slightly raised his voice, "Lord Song, we're here."

Song Chunjing got off the carriage.

"Trouble."

He said so, but his expression was not polite at all, and he was even a little impatient.

The housekeeper had seen this person's face change before, and knew that this person must not be offended, so he didn't know where to make him unhappy, so he hurriedly said: "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be, please go back slowly."

Run away in a hurry.

Song Chunjing walked a few steps inside.

Yan Zhen, who was standing in the shadow under the big lantern, came forward in a few strides, his voice was cold and hoarse from Liang Ye, "Master Song, the prince is here to invite you."

When he came out suddenly, he was startled.

"It's so late at night," Song Chunjing wiped his forehead, "The chief executive was scared to death and dismissed."

Yan Zhen apologized, and her voice became warmer, "Why did you come back just now?"

"...Is there something urgent for the prince?" Song Chunjing asked.

Yan Zhen said: "The prince is a little sleepless, and I want you to go and have a look."

"Insomnia," Song Chunjing said coldly, "I'll prescribe medicine for him."

"You'd better go there," Yan Zhen said sincerely, gentle and undeniable: "If it's an ordinary illness, the villain wouldn't wait until now."