Along the way, the palace maids and eunuchs they encountered were all busy with their own tasks, and no one noticed their whereabouts.
The Imperial Hospital couldn't accommodate all the wounded soldiers, so the palaces closest to it were all put to use.
All the imperial physicians in the Imperial Medical Academy were working tirelessly to save lives.
Lin Miaoshou and Xu An entered a side hall, where they bowed their heads and began to methodically bandage the soldiers' wounds.
The room reeked of blood, yet none of the wounded soldiers uttered a sound.
Lin's skill in treating external injuries surpassed that of the imperial physicians; within two hours, all the wounded soldiers in the side hall had received medical treatment.
Just as Lin Miaoshou was about to slip out to find Xu An's personal clothing, a soldier with a serious expression entered from outside the hall.
"Those who wish to stay in the Imperial Hospital, come and register your names, and write down what you are good at. If you do not wish to stay, you may leave on your own." The soldier said, placing the booklet in his hand on the desk in front of the window.
There was already pen and ink on the desk, and Xu Anxin was overjoyed. She put away her medicine box and was about to go over.
He didn't read many books, but he had no problem recognizing and writing characters.
Lin Miaoshou grabbed him and said in a low voice, "Don't rush, wait a bit before you go."
Xu An understood and quickly stopped. The first person to sign was too eye-catching. In his excitement, he hadn't thought of that.
Fortunately, those present today included not only imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital, but also some doctors from outside the palace.
After everyone inside had signed their names and left, Lin Miaoshou and Xu An calmly walked over.
Lin Miaoshou wrote down the name, adding that he was skilled in treating external injuries.
The guard looked up, raising an eyebrow slightly. "How many years of medical experience do you have?"
"More than ten years." Lin Miaoshou glanced at Xu An's crooked handwriting and lowered her eyes slightly.
He's skilled in more than just external injuries; if he wants to lead Xu An down this path, external injuries are the easiest way.
The guard put away the booklet, gave Lin Miaoshou a deep look, and quickly walked outside.
Within a day, the affairs of the palace were quickly taken over.
Xiao Jingzhao's plan was very meticulous, and Lin Miaoshou admired him greatly.
As night fell, the palace remained brightly lit.
Xu An helped Lin Miaoshou make the bed, then turned and sat on the opposite edge of the bed. "Master is truly a prophet. I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight."
Lin Miaoshou was also very satisfied; today he and Xu An were assigned a single room.
"Don't be too happy yet. After these busy days are over, you need to continue studying and writing. There are also assessments for apprentices in the Imperial Medical Academy."
“Master, don’t worry. I actually studied for a few years, but I haven’t practiced calligraphy for a long time. When I was working in the Qianqing Palace, I secretly peeked at the memorials on the Emperor’s desk, and I could recognize all the characters on them.” Xu An said confidently.
Outside the Imperial Study, the swaying shadows of the trees were faintly visible under the palace lanterns, and patrolling guards passed by from time to time.
In the imperial study, Xiao Jingzhao wrote furiously with one hand.
"My lord, please rest! You haven't slept for a day and a night. I'll go and summon the imperial physician right away."
Xiangyang was serving him with writing materials when he noticed that his master's injured arm was once again stained with faint blood.
Xiao Jingzhao put down the wolf-hair brush in his hand, his gaze deep.
"Don't summon the imperial physician. We haven't figured out who can use it and who can't yet. Just have Xiang Song bring back the wound medicine and bandage it up again."
The imperial study had been cleaned up and the bed at the back had been refurbished. Xiao Jingzhao planned to stay in the imperial study for the time being.
Inside and outside were all his own people. The palace maids and eunuchs were all arranged by the newly arrived head steward to be in a nearby hall, and they were not allowed to get any closer without Xiao Jingzhao's permission.
Exhausted, Xiao Jingzhao fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
Xiangyang looked out the window, hesitating whether to summon a palace maid to help her master undress.
Knowing that it was inconvenient to let others know about his master's injury, he gently took off Xiao Jingzhao's boots, put his legs on the bed, and covered them with a quilt.
...
"Mommy, is Daddy thinking about Sui Sui right now?"
Sui Sui clung to Jiang Shuyue's arms and refused to go to sleep.
Nangong Zeyue sat patiently to the side, sipping her tea, watching Sui Sui pester Jiang Shuyue with questions.
A slight smile occasionally appeared on his handsome face.
A night breeze blew by, carrying a faint fragrance. Jiang Shuyue pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "Sui Sui, be good. Go back to your room with Uncle Nangong and sleep. Your father is busy and doesn't have time to think about you."
"That's alright. Father will miss me when he's done with his work. No, he'll miss us."
"Cough cough..."
Nangong Zeyue choked on his tea, coughed twice and stood up. "It's getting late, Sui Sui, you should go back to your room with your uncle. Your mother has to go to the clinic tomorrow."
"Yes, Mother, you should rest early too." Sui Sui reached out her soft little hand and stroked her mother's face.
Just as Nangong Zeyue and Sui Sui left, Qiu Ju walked in from outside. "Miss, Gao Mu is back. Would you like to see him now?"
"Let him in." Jiang Shuyue sat down and pulled the thin cloak over her shoulders.
"Miss."
Gao Mu entered the room and bowed respectfully.
"Speak, is there any unfavorable word being said outside?"
"Reporting to Miss, no. In the afternoon, I saw that the city patrol guards had changed their clothes. They must have been brought by the young master. The people on the street are still the same as before. There is no panic or chaos. The people in the teahouse are even discussing when the new emperor will ascend the throne."
Jiang Shuyue raised an eyebrow slightly, "Is this what everyone wants?"
"This is what I saw."
"Miss, someone outside requests an audience."
At that moment, Lan'er's voice rang out from outside the flower hall.
Qiuju hurriedly went out and asked anxiously, "It's already this late, did the person who came announce their identity?"
"No, he only said that Miss will know when she sees it."
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