This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

Just as Wu Da was about to talk, the prince interrupted him, uttering a word: "Get lost."

Wu Da touched his nose, and walked away in a daze.

The wind was too strong, Song Chunjing smiled and made a farewell gesture, lowered his eyes and left.

Even the strong wind failed to stop him.

He passed by Uda, stretched out his hand, and stretched his fingers to relax.

Wu Da glanced in the direction of the prince, but did not receive any instructions, so he had to return the medicine box to Song Chunjing.

The prince stood for a while, then turned around, ready to go to the little house to have a look.

Uda quickly followed.

"Wuda," the prince said, looking ahead, his face unable to distinguish between emotions and anger, "I will talk to Chun Jing'er in the future, don't eavesdrop."

"It's the prince who allows his subordinates to act cheaply. They can be heard and interrupted when necessary, but they can't avoid it." Wu Da refused to accept, and said behind him.

"Do it cheaply, when necessary," the prince emphasized the key points in it, and sighed: "But what's the use of listening to this?"

"It's useful, I can help you chase the Imperial Physician Song!" Wu Da explained: "A few years ago, if I had been with the prince, I would not have obeyed you like Director Yan. See, the Imperial Physician Song is not Love to talk to you."

The surrounding area was unusually quiet.

The prince couldn't help turning his head to look at him.

Wu Da shrugged, interpreting this gaze as something else, and continued: "With me watching from now on, I will definitely not let you make the same mistake again, don't worry."

Wu Da: "Physician Song treats me much better than Manager Yan at the moment. He may value me more, and I can feel it."

The prince opened his mouth several times, but was choked back by his bold words.

Don't know where he got the good feeling from either.

"Do you think this mountain is high?" the prince asked.

Wu Da was a little afraid of heights. He felt sweaty when he stood on the edge of the mountain just now, so he nodded immediately.

"The taste of rolling down must be very good," the prince asked meaningfully, "would you try it?"

Wu Da shut his mouth tightly and shook his head solemnly.

The top of the mountain is smoky, and the doors and windows of the house can only be seen clearly when you get close.

Needless to say, it must be very humid to live here. If rheumatism patients are asked to live there for three days, they may commit suicide by jumping off a cliff.

The prince looked around and felt that although it was a bit inconvenient, it was quite interesting.

Song Chunjing also entered the arranged room, next to Dr. Cen.

He went in and put the medicine box away, and Dr. Cen came over to say hello, "Is Doctor Song ready? Do you need help?"

"Don't bother you," Song Chunjing glanced around the room. The bedding on the bed was all collapsed, and it was very damp as expected.

He said indifferently, "It's very clean, there's nothing to clean up."

"You are happy with the situation, you have no airs at all." Dr. Cen reconciled.

Song Chunjing said modestly: "I am a mere imperial physician, so I dare not put on airs."

Although he often doesn't like to talk to people, when he speaks, his attitude is respectful and his words are decent, so that people can't find fault.

Doctor Cen heard it in his ears and felt very comfortable.

The two were chatting when Wu Da came over, holding two fluffy thick quilts in his arms.

"His Royal Highness asked his subordinates to bring them to you. The beds are covered with beds to relieve the damp and cold." Wu Da tilted his head and said to Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing nodded casually.

Wu Da consciously carried the quilt to the bed, and once the bed was flattened, it could be seen that he was very unfamiliar with this task, he looked at the other end and forgot the other end, looking a little clumsy.

After finally making the bed, another bed was placed on the corner of the bed without saying a word.

Until he left, Dr. Cen didn't understand why this vicious chief guard of the East Palace was here.

Send a quilt?

Send a quilt to an imperial physician?

Leave the prince's side, disregarding the prince's safety, and come to see him off in person?

Still have to pave it?

Looking at Song Chunjing again, he didn't seem to take this matter seriously, as if he was used to it.

Dr. Cen even suspected that this room was occupied by the crown prince.

Song Chunjing opened the exquisite lock of the medicine box with one hand, took out a pack of medicine, and called Wu Da who had already gone out, "Please stay."

Wu Da stopped immediately, the light in his eyes was brighter than the daytime, and he said excitedly: "Yes, yes, please tell me."

Song Chunjing handed the things to him and said, "Take one pair each morning and evening, and obey with lukewarm water."

Uda took it, and asked hesitantly, "This is..."

"I prepared a medicine before I came here," Song Chunjing said, "Drinking it at night can dispel dampness and help sleep, and drinking it in the morning can protect the inner fire, so that the dampness and cold will not invade the body."

Uda has increased the amount, enough for half a month.

With a grin showing half of his white teeth, in Song Chunjing's gesture of "Please go ahead", he smiled gratefully and left.

Song Chunjing didn't turn around until there was no one around.

Dr. Cen looked at him with complicated eyes.

Seeing him turn his head, unable to clean up in time, there were still three points of inexplicability and three points of doubt on his face.

Song Chunjing nodded politely at him.

Dr. Cen finally realized the gap between himself and this person.

I also understand that the prince doesn't value him very much, and all the conveniences are due to this man's credit.

In addition, it seems... also vaguely understood why the prince valued him——

Too much to do.

Prince's residence.

Wu Da came back quickly with the medicine in hand.

In the eyes of the prince, he put the things on the table.

"Here," he nodded his chin very proudly, "Physician Song gave it to you, morning and evening, for dehumidification."

The prince picked it up and looked at it.

Wu Da said with admiration: "The Imperial Physician Song is very powerful. He knows that the place is damp and wet, so he prepared the medicine in advance."

The prince stared at the medicine and recognized that the medicine bag was made of silk.

This silk and satin is as delicate as water, and it is specially offered in the Western Regions.The East Palace only needs ten horses a year, and the crown prince doesn't like this kind of silky material for making clothes, so he moved all of them to the Song Mansion.

Didn't expect to see it here.

The prince thought about it in his hands, and felt that it was delicate and soft, and it lived up to its reputation as a special offering.

After carefully looking at it for a while, he smiled slightly.

The north, the capital, the imperial palace.

Tai Hospital.

Without Song Chunjing, the hospital went on a daily basis, and it was much more peaceful.

He Houcong, Minister of Dali Temple, was in charge of the concubine Shu's concubine case. Finding out the truth had nothing to do with these imperial physicians.

What's more, when the nobles in the harem and outside the palace were sick, they couldn't find a suitable imperial doctor to diagnose and treat them, and people were panicked for a while.

The censors and officials played together to protect the Tai Hospital.

Time can heal the pain, and the dead cannot be resurrected. The emperor spit out:

The people involved in the case were released, but they did not do well, and each was fined for three months.

Among them, the imperial physicians Song Chunjing and Xu Zhuo, who were in charge of treating Concubine Shu after hemorrhage, tried their best to rescue her even though they were not at fault in practicing medicine, but the result was not good.

Song Chunjing didn't know the result yet, so his reaction was unknown.

Xu Zhuo, on the other hand, had just started working for a few days, and hadn't received his monthly salary yet, so he almost lost his life, and even included a year and three months' salary.

He is not satisfied.

The hard-headed want to appeal for grievances.

He was pressed down by the court judge, and some money was secretly allocated from the court to make up half of it for him, which saved another trouble.

So far, Tai Hospital has finally returned to its original position.

It's just that there was a funeral in the palace just now, and when they walked and walked, they hurried past with their heads down, and they all put on a cautious look.

The emperor saw the dingy figure several times, and was moved with compassion, thinking that even if there was no credit, there was hard work.

Finally let go of his grievances, and frequently summoned several imperial physicians again.

Tai Hospital has almost been "one pot", and now it is injured and goes to work. After a catastrophe, it is finally reused again.

Liu Zixian showed the judge the wound in his mouth that was knocked out by the teeth, and then wrapped the ointment on the 'blind' newcomer Xu Zhuo, and left himself sitting on the chair and sighing.

Xu Zhuo leaned over and said in a low voice, "My lord, you don't remember the fault of a villain, and even gave me medicine for this official. I am really grateful."

Liu Zixian glanced at him, and sighed as he tossed the word "roll" back and forth in his mouth.

The promotion of Xu Zhuo to the imperial hospital was really made difficult by Concubine Shu's pregnancy. The imperial hospital couldn't spare any extra manpower, so it made an exception to recruit new people in advance.

It's just that this newcomer is not very united, others hugged into a ball and said that Concubine Shu committed the death by herself, but he insisted that the people from the Tai Hospital teamed up to frame him.

With such an IQ, the court judge thought he was blind so he fell in love with him.

Liu Zixian licked his wobbly teeth and let out a "hiss" in pain.

Xu Zhuo wanted to get close, so he hurriedly cared: "Doctor Liu opens his mouth, and I'll show you."

Liu Zixian covered his mouth and said vaguely: "Forget it, let's wait and see after recovering for a few days, I know it well."

Xu Zhuo had no choice but to withdraw his hand and stood aside in embarrassment.

Liu Zixian didn't care about his thoughts at all, and went about his own affairs.

Xu Zhuo felt bored, so he stood in front of the window and watched the young apprentices busy outside the window.

The court judge came out of the room, stood in front of a handsome apprentice, and asked kindly: "Have you learned today's task?"

Because the apprentice was only as high as his chest, the court judge squatted down and just looked at his face.

The apprentice was a little cautious, and nodded, "I know everything."

"Good boy." The court judge patted his head in satisfaction.

This intimate appearance made Xu Zhuo look at it in the room, rolled his eyes, and asked backwards: "Mr. Liu, why Sixing...is he the son of Dali Temple Qing?"

Liu Zixian took a look and nodded, "This time I was able to come out alive, Sixing contributed a lot, and Siqing also gave the Imperial Hospital enough face, I guess I will be apprenticed to a teacher soon."

Xu Zhuo nodded, not knowing what to think.

After a while, he asked, "Can I accept disciples?"

"Although he is a newcomer, according to the regulations, it is still possible."

Xu Zhuo let out a happy cry and walked out.

Looking at the direction, it seems that he is going to the court for judgment.

Liu Zixian immediately reached out his hand to grab his clothes, pointed out his intentions, and said, "Don't think about Sixing, he has been thinking about Song Taiyi all the time, and he has applied for several times. His father has been in and out of Song's mansion frequently, and it is probably for him. He's running around."

Xu Zhuo's shoulders drooped.

He pouted unhappily.

"What?" Liu Zixian asked.

Xu Zhuo said: "We are suffering in the Ministry of Punishment, but Song Taiyi, relying on the relationship of the prince, went out early to enjoy the blessing."

Liu Zixian recalled the miserable state of Song Chunjing when he went out, and felt that he would not be able to enjoy the blessing no matter what.

He thought for a while and pouted.

"I'll tell you a story."

Xu Zhuo: "What story?"

Liu Zixian: "A story about giving green onions..."

Just as the lecture was about to begin, the court judge came in and scolded: "Whispering, what a shame!"

Xu Zhuo quickly avoided Liu Zixian.

It looked like he insisted on pulling me to talk, and I had to listen to it as a last resort.

The court judge wanted to poke his eyes.

He let out an annoyed "hum", "Do you only think of the Song imperial physician and only the crown prince as a backer?"

Liu Zixian: "?"

Xu Zhuo also raised his ears.

"He only stayed in the Ministry of Punishment for two days. Aside from talking about the crown prince, the queen, the general, the minister, and the minister of the temple all came in one after another. Even if he left the Ministry of punishment before us, King Xianli couldn't stop him. What's more, the emperor also acquiesced in not being held accountable."

The court judge tightly frowned, looked at his restless son and subordinates, and asked, "You have also practiced medicine for many years, and you spend all day in front of dignitaries. Who has such a hard relationship?" ?”

Xu Zhuo glanced at Liu Zixian, but the latter ignored him.

Like a gourd with its mouth sawn, the two silently dispersed to do their own business.

The judge stared at the two of them for a while, and while Xu Zhuo was not paying attention, he pulled Liu Zixian's ear.

"Stay away from him, you won't know when you've been tricked!"

Liu Zixian covered his ears, his frown was exactly the same as that of the judge, "?"

Liu Zixian nodded emphatically, indicating that he understood.

Just as the court judge was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard him ask again, "When will Chun Jing'er come back?"

Well, the breath hung around his neck again, and the court judge couldn't help cursing: "Look who are you thinking about?"

He was at a loss and continued to criticize: "Whether it's a traitor or a cunning person, or a person with a mountain behind him, making friends with them, what is the way out?"

After he finished speaking, he thought about it for himself, and felt that there is still a way out for making friends with Song Chunjing, but this person is cruel and often takes risks with himself, and if he is not careful, his life may be in danger, which is too dangerous.

"It's okay to make friends, don't worry about it too much," the court judge said, "Is it something you and I can always think about about the person the crown prince ordered to send away?"

"Then who do I miss?" Liu Zixian asked.

"Zhao Zhong's medical skills are excellent, and he was promoted to the deputy court judge. You can learn something if you stay close to him." The court judge said.

"No," Liu Zixian immediately refused when he heard that, "he is as old as you, and is as hard and clogged as an old rape leaf."

"You..." Yuan Panqi's blood pressure rushed straight to the top of his head, as if he was going to hit him.

Liu Zixian curled his lips, left the medicine table untied, let go and ran away.

As soon as Song Chunjing left, one of the veins of Empress Tong Qing, who was under his care, fell on Liu Zixian's head, and the other fell on Xu Zhuo's head.

The two went out together in the morning, Xu Zhuo leaned over, looked around, and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Liu, what you just said..."

"Don't whisper!" Liu Zixian interrupted him, pushed him away, and said to him impatiently: "Speak well if you have something to say."

Xu Zhuo: "..."

However, although Liu Zixian was a little tactless, his nature was not bad.

Seeing the face of the court judge, Xu Zhuo resisted fighting him back.

He cleared his throat and asked his doubts: "Just now you said, that 'give onions'..."

"Don't talk anymore," Liu Zixian waved his hand, terribly annoyed, "Can you stop asking around and concentrate on developing medical skills? If you know gossip, you don't make any progress."

It was him who was going to talk about it before, and now it's him who suspects gossip.

Xu Zhuo's hands trembled slightly, and he desperately restrained himself from slapping him.

He gritted his teeth, and said with a difficult sneer: "When you first enter the imperial hospital, you should not be promoted. Why have you been here for several years and haven't been promoted yet?"

Liu Zixian stopped suddenly and looked at him with a very ugly expression.

Xu Zhuo tensed up all over to prevent him from doing it again.

Liu Zixian thought about it for a moment, then nodded, "You're right."

He said: "Go back and ask my father to give me a promotion."

Xu Zhuo: "..."

Xu Zhuo finally discovered that Tai Hospital is full of related households.

Some people rely on the power of the prince and no one dares to move, and some people use the name of the judge's father to make a move.

With no one behind him, Xu Zhuo almost made this veritable second-generation doctor mad to death.

He was filled with righteous indignation, and said in his heart, "Okay, you all have people, I accept it."