Instead of the doctor, a group of imperial physicians of all shapes and sizes arrived. Each of them had a somber and expressionless face, looking more like they were going to their execution than to treat patients.
Shen Jiao wondered if people with this kind of mentality really didn't worry about causing medical accidents. She asked Wang Fu, who was following behind.
"Of course not, those who were involved in the accident have all been executed, and the rest are all handpicked by this old servant." Wang Fu adopted a posture seeking praise, but given his age, his attempt to act cute was more like a kick to Shen Jiao's head.
"However," Wang Fu changed the subject, lowering his voice and becoming somewhat cold, "Miss, you may not know this, but His Majesty is usually treated by the Little Divine Physician. Today's incident happened suddenly, and no one expected such a basic mistake to occur. After all, some people have been staying in Langya Pass for too long, and they've almost forgotten who the master of this Great Yan is. They dare to cause trouble under my nose, Miss. Rest assured, this old servant will make those filthy things pay a heavy price."
In the end, Wang Fu's expression turned sinister and fierce. His eyes, which had been tempered in the deep palace for decades, flashed with a murderous aura. But fearing that he would frighten Shen Jiao, he immediately put on his usual kind smile.
Shen Jiao suddenly realized that this was the correct way to be the head of the household.
Yes, how could someone who follows a tyrant be a good person? But that's not entirely true, after all, Wang Fu and she were on relatively good terms.
Shen Jiao then asked, "And who is that little miracle doctor? Would you mind telling me?"
As expected of an emperor, she even chooses top-tier doctors like divine physicians for treatment. When she rises to prominence one day, she will have her veins inlaid with colorful, iridescent diamonds!
“There’s nothing inconvenient to say.” Wang Fu stared at the group of imperial physicians whispering among themselves in the inner hall, beckoned, and immediately several shadowy figures stood guard by the bed. He continued, “It’s Liang Heng, the ninth son of a family of physicians. Because His Majesty saved Liang’s life, he stayed in the palace. This old servant estimates that Liang should arrive at Langya Pass by noon tomorrow.”
A family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, Liang Heng?
Shen Jiao was stunned.
As for the connection between the medical families and the tyrant, she had heard many rumors on the street. It was said that nine out of ten imperial physicians in the Imperial Hospital of the Great Yan King were disciples of the Liang family, a family of medical experts. However, in the second year of the tyrant's reign, he was in a bad mood and beheaded all his disciples. The Liang family was furious and rushed to the capital overnight to demand an explanation. Unexpectedly, they received no explanation and instead brought about the extermination of their entire family.
A family of physicians known for their medical ethics, compassion, and miraculous healing skills collapsed overnight, leading the world to gain a new understanding of the Yan Emperor's cruelty.
But now, Wang Fu actually says that the tyrant is Liang Heng's savior, so shouldn't he be the enemy who killed his father and wiped out his family?
After all, that's what everyone's saying outside: that the Liang clan died with their eyes wide open in discontent because of the tyrant's rule, and countless righteous people are clapping their hands in protest, wishing they could form a group to overthrow the tyrant.
There was a lot of information. Shen Jiao realized that the rumors about the tyrant couldn't be based on hearsay alone. What truth was hidden among them?
Is this related to the tyrant constantly seeking assassination?
Shen Jiao didn't pursue the matter further; Wang Fu had already touched on it, and it would be impolite for her to ask any more questions.
However, Wang Fu brought up another matter: the bowl of meat soup that had provoked the Emperor to unleash a massacre. He said that the cook had a distant niece who, seeing that the Emperor had a woman by his side who was not only unharmed but also living a comfortable life, harbored inappropriate thoughts. Relying on her good cooking skills, she took it upon herself to cook a bowl of meat soup and replaced the lotus root soup that the cook had prepared in advance. Her selfishness led to a great disaster.
At this point, Wang Fu looked somewhat uneasy at the silent Shen Jiao, "Miss, do you also think that His Majesty's killing of the cook and others in his rage was too cruel?"
"Huh?" So much had happened in such a short time that Shen Jiao was a little lost in thought. She paused for a moment, nodded, and then shook her head.
She stared at a candle, the candle wax dripping down and solidifying into various shapes of red coral. "I can't say that," she said. "Perhaps it is cruel and heartless to onlookers, but one should not advise others to be kind without having experienced their suffering."
She said calmly, "For example, some people feel weak and powerless when they see a cockroach, while others want to stomp on it. The point is not that cockroaches are weak, but that people's perceptions are different. People who have been burned are afraid of fire, and people who have been submerged are afraid of water. What you consider trivial may be cruel and close to the abyss for others."
Before her eyes, she seemed to see that dying fish again. It should have been as proud as a Kun, but it was as pitiful as an ant in a swamp, constantly trying to escape the darkness, only to fall into the abyss again and again, without any hope and nowhere to be saved.
He is like a rose bush.
A rose bush with rotten roots and stems, yet still alluringly beautiful.
...
On the other side.
"What did I tell you? What did I tell you? In this world, men are the most important. What use are women? She can't even take care of His Majesty. Bah! She might as well just kill herself. What a damn bad luck." Wang Dazhuang heard the news from Zhou Hu and came back, taking off his shoes and cursing.
Zhou Hu and Chen Bao hadn't been around for the past few days, so the soldiers in the camp who were on good terms with him immediately swarmed over. Even though they were dizzy from the smell of Wang Dazhuang's feet, they didn't run away and hurriedly asked, "Brother Dazhuang, why are you so angry? What happened?"
"It's all because of that dancer's mess." Wang Dazhuang's face was full of disgust, and his fat face was shaking with anger. He took off one of his smelly socks and was about to repeat what he had heard verbatim, but then he changed his mind and said, "It's that poisonous woman who dared to poison His Majesty. Fortunately, Eunuch Wang had sharp eyes and saw through her, so it didn't cause a disaster."
"My goodness, this woman is too vicious! How can His Majesty still let her live? Why don't we bring this wicked woman to justice right away?"
"Yeah, yeah, so what happened next, Brother Dazhuang? What was the outcome?"
“But the facts are clearly not like that…” At the same time, a faint voice suddenly rang out from the corner. It was the little soldier who had been pushed by Wang Dazhuang that day.
"Hu Sen! Shut up! When did it become your place to interrupt me? Don't you, a new recruit, have any manners?" Wang Dazhuang shouted, his eyes full of threat. He seemed to have forgotten that Hu Sen had been with Zhou Hu earlier.
It seems we'll have to teach this kid a lesson in the future, otherwise he won't remember who's in charge of this battalion.
Hu Sen pursed his lips, said no more, and hurried out to fetch water for a bath.
Wang Dazhuang snorted and continued, "What else can she do? She used her face to gain His Majesty's sympathy and smooth things over. But it doesn't matter. The internal competition is in a few days. Listen to me, everyone. When we go on stage, we'll target her first. With her black-hearted and pathetic appearance, she still has the nerve to ask General Chen to teach her. It's a waste of resources. At that time, we'll ask General Chen to teach us leg techniques. He will definitely agree."
Everyone nodded in agreement. Whether or not they could learn the leg techniques was not important. What was important was that they were very unhappy with that vicious woman who only relied on her looks to make a living!
But some people asked, "Won't His Majesty blame us for targeting that girl like this?"
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