Hello, respected European doctor, can you treat our prince?

Isn't it just a matter of adding money!

Add!

The Minister of War generously slapped ten fist-sized silver bars on it.

Behind him was Xu Yanmiao's complaint: [It's public money anyway.]

I didn't hear anything.

The Minister of War smiled calmly and asked Gao He: "Are these enough? If not..."

[When it comes to matters of face, the old emperor is really generous.]

The Minister of War had a smile on his face, and he was unmoved.

- Little whisper, don't mess with my heart!

Gao He stopped when he saw that it was going well, took the silver bars into his arms, and said enthusiastically: "It's enough! From now on, it will be the ancestor of your friend! He always keeps his word!"

Then he noticed that the good-looking young man opposite him looked at him deeply.

His heart skipped a beat and he lowered his eyes little by little, his gaze fixed on the other person's ten thin fingers casually placed on the edge of the table. His mind was in a mess: What's wrong? Could it be that he didn't speak sincerely enough, and this person was still worried and planned to get rid of him?

And Xu Yanmiao...

[Damn it. I'm so jealous, this is the real smoke coming out of the ancestral tomb! ]

The Minister of War staggered and suddenly leaned against the edge of the table, so as not to make a fool of himself in public.

[Why don't I have such a good ancestor? First, I made up a good ancestor for the next generation, and when this fake ancestor can't bless the next generation, I can kick him out and exchange for silver. ]

Xu Yanmiao muttered.

The Minister of War was talking about this, and he also subtly felt a little jealous of Gao He.

This is indeed a legacy from his ancestors.

Gao He became even more flustered.

Why is the other one also looking at him deeply? Is he going to kill him to silence him?

He immediately made a smug and careless expression: "The tea is getting cold, don't you two want to drink it?"

"No need. We have other things to do."

The Minister of War stood up, and Xu Yanmiao also stood up. Gao He breathed a sigh of relief and stood up quickly: "I'll see you off."

Of course, the Minister of War refused him.

Then, the two returned to the car, looked at each other, and began to discuss how to set the test questions with worries about the upcoming work.

This question cannot be too easy or too difficult, too unfamiliar, but also not too familiar to the examinees.

The books in the carriage of the Minister of War were flipped back and forth in the hands of two people. The rapid turning of pages was like parting the grass to find lost items, and the sound of rustling continued.

As they were searching, the carriage suddenly shook and stopped abruptly. Xu Yanmiao lifted the curtain and said, "What happened!"

The driver was about to speak, but a burst of firecrackers rang out, directly drowning out his voice. The firecrackers stopped for a while, and then the driver could speak: "Just now, a few children set off firecrackers in front of the carriage, which scared the horses!"

The Minister of War frowned: "Where is the patrol officer?"

Of course, the driver didn't know why the patrol officer who was usually responsible for patrolling the streets was not there.

Xu Yanmiao took a look.

[Are they still these naughty kids? ]

[I thought the city patrol officer would be here soon, so I ignored them. How come their parents haven't been called in yet after I've finished my work and returned? ]

[Is it because one of these kids is the grandson of the Minister of Rites? ]

The Minister of War frowned and chased them out and yelled, "Get out of here, you little bastards!"

With a shout, all the other kids ran away, only the grandson of the Minister of Rites came over unhappily and whispered, "Grandpa Li..."

The children of the ministers' families had known each other for a long time.

Minister of War: "What happened to you just now? Why did you start playing with people on the road? What if you end up overturning someone's carriage? You are so naughty. Come on! Follow me to see your grandfather!"

The grandson hung his head and said nothing.

Xu Yanmiao asked in a low voice: "Will the Minister of Rites really take care of it?"

The Minister of War also lowered his voice and vowed: "Of course he will! My uncle hates family members who bully others and never tolerate children."

Xu Yanmiao nodded, as if he believed it.

Then the Minister of War heard him mutter in his heart: [Really?]

[But when he asked his grandson to play with those European children, he specifically told them that as long as they were happy, anything was fine.]

Minister of War: "???"

Brother Uncle, what's wrong with you? You weren't like this before! Isn't this a slap in my face?

And a group of Europeans, even if they are foreign envoys, shouldn't be treated so politely, right? !

The grandson seemed to have made up his mind and walked over stealthily: "Grandpa Li, this is all told by my grandfather..."

[This is a bit bullshit. ]

The child was polite and loyal, and had no idea that someone had directly exposed his affairs.

[Your grandfather just asked you to play with those European children and try your best to meet their needs. You just took them to the street and did what you wanted to do before - good guy, this method of deceiving the superiors and the subordinates is worthy of being from an official family, and you are really skilled in it. ]

The Minister of War was also shocked to look at the child.

——Only seven years old! He doesn't even blush when telling lies!

Then he should be controlled!

The Minister of War grabbed the child by the collar and turned to look at Xu Yanmiao: "Xu Lang, I'll send him to my uncle's house first. Excuse me."

That afternoon, it is said that the Minister of Rites, who had finished his work at the ministry, went into his backyard in a rage. Soon the air was filled with the aroma of bamboo shoots and meat, and the child's cries resounded through the sky.

Xu Yanmiao ate two bowls of mutton noodles with the bamboo shoots and meat shown in the system!

[However, it's strange, why did the Minister of Rites suddenly become so friendly to Europeans? ]

[It's not like there haven't been foreigners here before... Looking at this, could it be an order from the old emperor? 】

At dinner time, most of the officials in the district had already eaten and drunk their fill and were lying on their couches burping.

While digesting the rice in his stomach, a shocking voice suddenly rang in his ears——

【What???】

【Old Emperor, do you want Europeans to punish your precious son? 】

【You are confused!!!】

The deputy governor of the left army was digesting his food in his own yard. He suddenly heard someone scolding the emperor for being confused. He tripped and threw himself out. He

relied entirely on the strong physique of a military commander. He jumped on one foot and leaned forward. Before falling, he grabbed the shoulder of the servant.

There was no movement from Xu Yanmiao again.

The officials living in front, behind, and on both sides of him were almost furious.

What is confusion! Tell me!!!

This is not only about the emperor, but also about the crown prince!!!

Don’t leave things half-finished! Nothing can happen to the prince!

The next day.

When Xu Yanmiao entered the court room, he was shocked.

[I know it’s very busy at the end of the year, but this is too busy.]

[So many dark circles under the eyes!]

The ministers who lived near him: “…”

Who do you blame?

Xu Yanmiao certainly didn’t know that he was to blame. He looked around and saw that the Minister of Rites had a sad face.

[Is this… from beating the child, or from spending money?]

Spending money?

The Minister of Revenue caught the key word and looked at the Minister of Rites several times.

The Minister of Rites blushed and explained in an awkward voice: "My grandson set off firecrackers on the road yesterday and scared a lot of people. He had to go to compensate them one by one."

The Minister of Revenue cast a sympathetic look.

It’s not easy to teach children at home!

[Huh? Prince? 】

A group of officials turned their heads in unison and saw the prince stepping into the court room. Several servants gathered behind him.

[The prince has been very diligent recently, and he has been attending court almost every day. 】

The prince saw the familiar face squeezed in the gap of the crowd at a glance, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

It's not what he thought, but recently a female doctor named Qin Zheng came to the East Palace to take care of his body. She watched him go to bed early and get up early every day, and refused to relax at all.

If it was an imperial physician in the palace, he would still take his status into consideration - and besides, the imperial physician was a man and could not stay overnight in the East Palace. Qin Zheng was different. She followed him with her medical box in her arms, and she didn't say a word, just watched him quietly. The Crown Princess knew that Qin Zheng was here to take care of the prince's body. Not only did she not stop her, but she was happy to see it happen.

He couldn't stay up late or drink anymore. The prince could only go to bed early and get up early in silence. After getting up, he was watched as he performed a set of Five Animal Exercises. The other party was also at the table during dinner. From that day on, the things that his body couldn't eat basically never appeared on the table.

The effect was immediate. He hadn't had stomach pain for a long time, and his body was much more relaxed. He used to cough all night long, but now he can always sleep well once or twice in four or five days.

But...

the prince wailed in his heart: I can't eat spicy food, I can't eat sweet food, I have to chew ginger every day to warm my stomach, what's the point of this life!

Fortunately, Qin Zheng couldn't go to court with him. The prince

took out the steamed buns he bought on the road, ate them with pickled vegetables in a few bites, and felt the taste of pickled vegetables in his mouth, and was almost moved to tears.

Yes, not only spicy and sweet food cannot be eaten, but also salty food cannot be eaten. All salted vegetables, pickled and dried goods must be avoided! It just happens that this habit he developed when he was a child makes him like this.

——As a prince, he has to be sneaky when he wants to eat salted vegetables. Is this reasonable?

[No matter! Anyway, the prince is here, there will be excitement today! ]

The prince held the salted vegetable steamed bun and started to eat it. After hearing this, he ate harder.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

As a prince, he not only has to eat salted vegetables secretly, but also has to be watched by others! Is this reasonable?

Xu Yanmiao glanced at the prince, hid in the crowd, and went to the corner.

——It's comfortable here! Convenient to complain!

[Letting Europeans treat the prince, what did the old emperor think? ]

[But it's not the old emperor's fault. Since the road to the Western Regions was opened during the Seven Kingdoms period, Western medicine has been often used by traditional Chinese medicine. What Western magic medicine, Western secret medicine... From the king to the emperor, they all believe in it. They will even give it to important officials. ]

[But there is more than one country in the Western Regions! Can Hui doctors and European doctors be the same! ]

The prince ate the salted vegetable steamed buns carelessly.

What's the difference? Can they cut him open and check if there is any problem with his stomach and liver?

[The prince can still eat now. If he knew how Europeans treat diseases, he would cry for his parents. ]

The prince was dismissive.

How is that possible? How old is he?

[Who would have thought that European doctors would use a bottle of blood for any disease?]

[Who would have thought that European doctors would stop patients from eating and drinking when they have a fever?]

[Who would have thought that European doctors would use a branding iron to burn the patient's head when they have a stroke, thinking that this would cure the disease?]

[For Europeans, isn't curing a disease just sweating, vomiting, diarrhea, laxatives, enema, and bloodletting?]

The prince subconsciously clamped his legs together. He didn't need anyone to give him a laxative, his stomach was already churning.

Why!!!

Why is there a place where curing diseases is like this!

The prince was trembling with fear: "It's okay... It's okay..."

Maybe the treatment of the common people was a little sloppy, but the prince would never...

[The worst is that king, right? Charles II? It's really tragic...]

[After the stroke, Doctor Yu first drained a bottle of blood from him, and then gave him emetic medicine. He was already sick and almost vomited to death.]

The prince couldn't help but take a step back, away from the scary Xiao Bai Ze.

[After vomiting, it was found that the king was not well yet. After communicating with him, Doctor Yu felt that the (body) (fluid) was not discharged enough, so he started enema directly.]

[One injection every hour! For five days!!! Five days!!!]

The prince's face was pale and his legs were shaking.

[Not cured yet!]

[Good! You must not have done enough! The disease is in the king's head! We are going to shave the king's hair and burn his scalp with a red-hot iron!]

[Burning out the blisters and squeezing them out will get rid of the disease!]

The prince touched his intact head and swallowed.

This... do those doctors really have a grudge against the king?

It hurts just to hear it!

[Then apply pigeon feces to the king's feet.]

[Stuff sneeze powder in the nostrils.]

[Apply heat ointment all over the body. 】

【Finally, with their efforts, they cured the strong king to death! 】

The prince: "..."

The prince: "..."

The prince: "..."

He immediately threw away the steamed buns and salted vegetables, turned around and ran to the palace.

Dad——

I was wrong QAQ