In fact, Zhou Zhengqing had wanted to visit Fan Wenjing for a long time, but he had been busy seeking medical treatment and hadn't been able to find the time.

It wasn't until a few days ago when Dr. Sun came to Qunxianfang for a free clinic that he was diagnosed with incurable disease, and only then did he begin to prepare for his passing.

Since I'm going to die sooner or later anyway, I might as well make my death worthwhile.

Therefore, when Changsun Wuji came to him, he agreed to the other party's conditions without hesitation.

However, he didn't trust Changsun Wuji's character and was afraid that the other party would break his promise after his death, so he had to find a trustworthy person to keep an eye on things for him!

Zhou Zhengqing had few friends in the court, and even fewer people he could trust.

However, Fan Wenjing is one of them!

It wasn't that the two had a particularly deep relationship; it was simply that Fan Wenjing's personality suited him perfectly. Furthermore, Fan Wenjing was known for his integrity, and from local to imperial court, no negative rumors ever circulated about him. This is what led him to consider entrusting his son to Fan Wenjing.

When Fan Wenjing heard Zhou Zhengqing reveal that he was about to die, she understood that he had decided to entrust his children to someone else.

He just couldn't understand why Zhou Zhengqing would entrust his son to a friend he wasn't even close to!

"Thank you for your consideration, Brother Zhou, but I am of humble status and I am afraid I am not up to the task!"

Zhou Zhengqing smiled slightly upon hearing this.

“Brother Fan, there’s no need to worry. My son already has a benefactor supporting him. I’m just concerned that this benefactor might be unreliable, so I’d like to ask you for some help.”

"this……"

Fan Wenjing frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Brother Zhou, to be honest, if this important person were truly unreliable, I'm afraid I wouldn't have had the courage to speak up for my nephew..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhengqing smiled confidently.

"There's no need for Brother Zhou to say anything. Just keep this for me and destroy it after my son enters officialdom!"

As Zhou Zhengqing spoke, he took out an exquisite brocade box from his sleeve and respectfully handed it to Fan Wenjing. Fan Wenjing took it blankly, without asking what was inside, but instead asked a very silly question.

"May I ask, Brother Zhou, why do you trust me?"

Zhou Zhengqing smiled without saying a word after hearing this, and only spoke quietly after a long while.

"A celestial being appeared to me in a dream, saying that Brother Fan is an upright person and can be entrusted with important matters!"

"ah?"

Fan Wenjing never expected to hear such an outrageous answer.

However, since Zhou Zhengqing had already put it this way, he really had no reason to refuse.

"All right!"

"Brother, please keep this item safe for Brother Zhou. Once my nephew enters officialdom, I will destroy it!"

Thank you!

As Zhou Zhengqing was leaving, Li Juezheng was idly flipping through Sun Simiao's medical records from the past few days in Sun Simiao's clinic.

These past two days have been incredibly stressful for Li Juechoing, since he couldn't possibly order people to directly expel the officials of the court, nor could he possibly use overly violent methods against them.

But if he doesn't move them out, his grand plan to sell the houses can't proceed.

Left with no other choice, he turned to his senior, hoping to find some inspiration from him.

Sun Simiao was a reclusive master, and he had no time to care about such trivial matters. After hearing Li Jue's complaints, he remained silent, picked up the medical records from the past few days, and threw them at him.

Li Jue took it with a grin, and then began to look through the medical records and find fault.

"Senior brother, your medical skills are terrible! You can't cure this, you can't cure that, you're just a quack!"

Sun Simiao rolled his eyes in anger upon hearing this.

"This humble Taoist priest can only cure illness, not destiny!"

"Some patients are already terminally ill; let alone me treating them, even if we brought out Hua Tuo, it would be useless!"

"Senior brother, what if I pick out a few that I can cure?"

"Can you cure it?"

Sun Simiao was also a man of temper. When he heard Li Jue say such shameless words, he immediately retorted fiercely.

"If you can cure the people above, from now on you will be the senior brother, and I will be your junior brother!"

Upon hearing this, Li Jue burst into laughter.

"make a deal!"

"Junior Brother Sun, you'll have to call me Senior Brother from now on!"

Sun Simiao snorted coldly upon hearing this.

"Hmph!"

"Don't make any promises you can't keep. You should first pick out the person you can treat!"

Upon hearing this, Li Jue immediately stopped talking nonsense and began to look at the medical records one by one on the table. However, after flipping through seven or eight pages, he was already troubled and had a headache. He discovered that there was not a single person in the records who he could cure.

His eyes lit up when he saw a patient named Zhou Zhengqing.

"Junior Brother Sun, this patient can be cured!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Simiao immediately craned his neck to look over.

Which one?

"This one is named Zhou Zhengqing!"

“I’ve looked at this person’s medical record. It says things like ‘wind entering the abdomen,’ ‘intestinal hernia,’ ‘bladder hernia,’ which is exactly what a hernia looks like.”

Sun Simiao nodded upon hearing this.

"Yes!"

"This person has a hernia!"

"But this person has been left untreated for too long. If it had been treated earlier, it could have been cured with fennel and tangerine seed pills. Now the disease has progressed to a critical stage, and even a miracle worker couldn't save him..."

Upon hearing this, Li Jue sighed deeply, realizing that the development of surgical techniques in the Tang Dynasty had a long way to go.

"Senior brother, don't you think this disease is very similar to appendicitis?"

"Very similar?"

"I don't see how it resembles anything."

"Senior brother, can't you use your brain for once!"

"The hernia is located not far from the intestinal abscess. If intestinal abscess surgery can be performed, hernia surgery can also be performed!"

"What?"

You're saying a hernia can be surgically treated?

"certainly!"

"How do we do it?"

"Senior, do you have any anatomical diagrams here?"

Yes, yes, yes!

Sun Simiao immediately found a hand-drawn anatomical diagram, and Li Jue immediately explained the key points of hernia surgery to Sun Simiao on the diagram.

Half an hour later, Sun Simiao awoke as if from a dream.

"Wow, it's that simple!"

Li Jue snorted unhappily upon hearing this.

"Hmph!"

"It wasn't difficult to begin with, I really don't know what you've been researching all day with your bunch of apprentices!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Simiao smiled awkwardly, then grabbed Li Jue's hand and said...

"Junior brother, why don't you give up being a royal grandson and follow your senior brother to practice medicine and help the world!"

"With your qualifications and talent, you will surely become a divine physician who surpasses Hua Tuo and Bian Que. You will be remembered for all time. Wouldn't that be much more worthwhile than becoming an emperor or general?"

"Don't let your grandfather's current prowess fool you. A thousand years from now, the number of people who know me won't be any less than those who know him!"

"this……"

Li Jue was somewhat tempted by these words. However, the thought that he had come all this way and would feel resentful if he didn't make some changes would leave him feeling unsatisfied.

"well!"

"What my senior brother said makes sense, but I still want to do more for the common people!"

Sun Simiao had already anticipated this outcome, so he didn't try to persuade him any further. He simply called to his apprentice, picked up his medicine chest, and went out.

"Senior brother, where are you going so late?"

"What else can we do? Of course, we'll go and treat the patients who were misdiagnosed before!"

"This can't be considered a misdiagnosis, can it?"

"What do you know? I already told that person to prepare for his funeral a few days ago. If we don't hurry, the patient might scare himself to death!"