Chapter 573 I Have an Idea

"well."

Ask me.

"well!"

Ask me quickly!

"well!"

Ask quickly!

Ying Zheng slowly put down the bamboo slip in his hand, looking at the little dumpling in front of him who was propping up his chin, his soft cheeks trembling, pretending to be deep.

"What is it?"

“Father,” Fusu snuggled into his arms, looking at him with bright eyes, “Are you bored?”

Ying Zheng did not speak, but his gaze swept over the high pile of bamboo slips on the table that needed his attention.

Silence speaks louder than words.

“Ah,” Fusu snatched the bamboo slip from his hand, speaking with righteous indignation, “It’s precisely because there are too many official duties that we need to reduce the burden!”

"You're not running classes anymore?"

“Xiao Lou and Meng Yi are here.”

Once his interest waned, Fusu handed over the teaching of the health exercises entirely to Zhang Liang and Meng Yi. After all, the capable should do more, and he was still just a child!

What are you doing?

Ying Zheng relented, and Fusu immediately seized the opportunity, saying, "Father, let's go to the Imperial Household Department."

Meeting Fusu's expectant eyes, Ying Zheng remained silent for a moment before turning to instruct, "Send these bamboo slips to Li Si."

"only."

Palace servants stepped forward and moved the bamboo slips on the table out. Upon seeing this, Fusu exclaimed in delight and hugged Ying Zheng's neck affectionately, "Father is the best."

Feeling completely at ease, Ying Zheng carried Fusu and headed towards the Shaofu residence.

At that moment, Li Si, who had just finished dealing with his official duties and was sitting down to rest, looked at the stacks of bamboo slips that had been brought over and suddenly had the same thought as Han Fei.

Is Your Majesty planning to work him to death? Using government affairs to exhaust him—a perfectly legitimate and irresistible method!

Meanwhile, Ying Zheng had already carried Fusu to the Imperial Medical Department.

The king and his eldest son launched a surprise attack, causing the imperial physicians to panic. Led by the chief physician, they hurriedly bowed to the two.

"Get up."

Ying Zheng didn't pay any attention to it, but just looked at Fusu.

Fusu reached into his pocket and pulled out a familiar-looking pill.

"Try it."

Me?

The imperial physician pointed at himself with some disbelief.

Fusu paused in his nodding and looked at Ying Zheng: "Is he the best doctor?"

Ying Zheng nodded slightly. "Of course."

Those who become Imperial Physicians are, of course, qualified for the position based on their medical skills.

"Then there's no problem." Fu Su nodded solemnly, then handed the pills forward, "Here you go."

"this……"

The Imperial Physician looked at the King of Qin with some hesitation, after all, he knew the origin of this pill.

Ying Zheng did not ask why, and indulged Fusu's behavior: "Fusu's orders are just like mine."

The imperial physician, Liao Ming, respectfully extended both hands to receive the medicine, and under the envious gazes of the crowd and the urging of Fu Su, he took it.

Then, like a withered tree blossoming in spring, the imperial physician, who was already well-maintained due to his excellent medical skills, now exuded health from the inside out, and the wrinkles on his face disappeared.

"Thank you, young master."

The imperial physician bowed gratefully in thanks.

“No need,” Fusu waved his hand casually, “You’ve eaten too, so tell me.”

"What should I say?" The Imperial Physician hesitated.

Fusu looked at him with complete trust: "Of course I'll tell you what the ingredients are. Aren't you the best doctor? You can definitely tell by tasting it."

The imperial physician was embarrassed, and the others were no longer envious.

"This...this subject is incompetent..."

The imperial physician was somewhat flustered. It wasn't that his medical skills were lacking; the pill simply melted in his mouth. Aside from a sweet taste, he couldn't taste anything else before it was digested. He hadn't detected a single medicinal flavor!

"Not even a little bit?" Fusu's eyes widened in disbelief.

The imperial physician nodded with a mixture of guilt and helplessness: "Not at all."

"Tsk, I guess I have to do it again."

Fusu sighed, patted Ying Zheng's arm, and was about to leave.

Ying Zheng made up his mind to be a silent tool, casually put him down, and watch him do as he pleased.

Fusu, with his short legs, walked to the place where the medicines were drying. "I'll tell you, and you'll write it down."

"only."

The imperial physician and many other physicians quickly followed.

"Gentiana macrophylla, Acorus calamus, ginseng, deer antler, bezoar..."

Fusu reported the news all the way, and those following behind recorded it all; not a single person doubted his words. After all, this was the eldest son, the hope of their Qin state!

"Alright, I've given you all the medicinal herbs. Now you can figure out how to prepare them yourselves..."

Facing the curious and enthusiastic gazes of these doctors, Fu Su shrugged: "I don't know either, but I think you guys might benefit from practicing these health exercises."

"only!"

The crowd responded loudly; if the eldest son told them to practice, they would definitely practice!

"Alright, I'm leaving. Contact me again when you've finished it."

Having made all the necessary arrangements, Fusu returned to Ying Zheng's side, opened his arms, and Ying Zheng bent down to pick him up. Looking down at him, he asked gently, "Where to next?"

Fusu pondered for a moment and then asked, "Where are bamboo slips made?"

"Examination Room".

"Then let's go to the examination room."

...

Examination Room —

"If you know how to make bamboo slips, can't you make them thinner and lighter?"

"What does the young master mean?"

"I have an idea..."

Shangfang —

"You make swords every day, why do you insist on using bronze and not iron?"

"Young master, the technology for iron swords is still immature, and too few finished products are being produced."

"I see. I have an idea..."

Imperial Palace —

"These clothes look nice, but they're not warm."

"Your Highness, we will select the finest furs to make clothes for you in winter."

"How many people can afford a fur coat? You don't want to cause class conflict. Here's an idea..."