Wang Jian said that when he brought his men to find Nineteen, there was no good meat left on his body.
Most of them were eaten by fish and wild animals.
Only the scraps of clothing hanging on his body and half of his intact face could prove his identity.
Qi Pan could no longer hear what was said afterwards.
She stood there in a daze.
When I saw with my own eyes the corpse lying in the coffin, covered with white cloth, rotting, smelly and bleeding.
Only then did Qi Pan truly realize the difference of this era.
The cruelty of war.
Although she knew that if Wang Jian and Shijiu led their troops to attack the State of Chu, there would be casualties on both sides.
But she didn't expect that Nineteen would die.
She had obviously tried her best to develop the gunpowder and send it to the front line.
It is to minimize the casualties of Qin soldiers.
Why did so many people still die?
Why did Nineteen die too?
This was the first time that Qi Pan had felt the death of people around him due to war at such close range since he traveled to Daqin.
The death was so tragic.
Arrange the funeral of Nineteen and all the fallen soldiers, pay pensions to their families, and posthumously honor them according to their merits.
After seeing Nineteen's body being buried, Qi Pan fell ill.
Qi Pan was half lying on the bed, his face pale and he looked sick.
Ying Zheng took the bowl of medicine from Eleven and sat down beside Qi Pan's bed.
"Come, Imperial Master, drink the medicine."
Qi Pan: "Brother, I don't want to drink."
"I'm not sick. I'll be fine after lying down for a few days."
Before drinking it, Qi Pan could smell the bitter taste of the medicine.
She's really not sick.
I'm just weak, thinking too much, and getting stuck in a rut.
That's why he looks so sick.
Ying Zheng: "Master, since you don't want a doctor to feel your pulse, I will obey you."
"But you have to drink this medicine."
Ying Zheng took a spoon and scooped a spoonful of medicine and brought it to Qi Pan's mouth.
"Drink a little."
"Master, come here, open your mouth..."
Qi Pan turned his face away and said, "Brother, I'm really not sick."
“You should drink even if you are not sick.”
Ying Zheng said, "If the Imperial Master doesn't want to take the medicine, that's fine. Let Xia Wuqie come over and take your pulse."
"As long as he takes your pulse and says you're not sick and don't need to take medicine, then I won't let you take medicine."
He didn't believe that the imperial teacher was not sick.
It's obvious that he is sick.
But the Imperial Master was unwilling to let Xia Wuqie or any other doctor take his pulse.
He could only ask Xia Wuqie to examine the patient and prescribe some medicine.
But even after the medicine was ready, Qi Pan was unwilling to drink it.
He kept saying he was not sick.
This made Ying Zheng extremely worried and embarrassed.
He was worried that Qi Pan was too weak and his condition would worsen if he wasn't careful.
He didn't dare to be tough with Qi Pan or use any tricks.
I can't bear it and I'm reluctant to let go.
He had more respect for Qi Pan and didn't want to do anything that went against Qi Pan's wishes.
He even refused to force her to see a doctor or take medicine.
Qi Pan looked at the dark brown medicine in front of her, and seeing that she couldn't avoid it, she said.
"Okay...I'll drink it."
Qi Pan took the bowl directly from Ying Zheng's hand, frowned, and drank the whole bowl of medicine.
The medicine tastes sour, astringent and has a strong bitter taste when you take a sip of it.
Qi Pan almost didn't come out.
Ying Zheng poured a cup of warm water and handed it to him, "Drink some water to clear your mind."
Qi Pan handed the bowl over, took the warm water, and drank two big gulps, which slightly diluted the taste in his mouth.
Eleven brought over a plate of pastries.
"Master, this was sent by Chef Xiang from the kitchen. He said it's a pastry made according to the recipe you gave me."
"I know you've been feeling unwell recently and need to drink bitter medicine, so I specially made some pastries that are not too sweet but can cleanse your mouth."
"Would you like to try it?"
"good."
Qi Pan nodded, picked up a piece of cake from the plate and put it into his mouth.
"Okay, put the rest aside for now. Thank Chef Xiang for me."
Eleven: "Yes."
After placing the pastries on the table, Eleven stepped back.
Xiang Heliang was waiting outside. When he saw Eleven coming out, he hurriedly asked.
"How is it? Is the Imperial Master feeling better?"
Eleven said, "Don't worry, it's okay."
"The Imperial Master has already tasted the cakes that were just delivered. She asked me to thank Chef Xiang on her behalf."
Xiang Heliang: "Oh, it's okay, it's what I should do."
"As long as the Imperial Master likes it, I'm glad. Since the Imperial Master is fine now, I'll go back first."
"I'll send some new pastries to the Imperial Master tomorrow after I've developed them."
After walking towards Heliang, Eleven returned to the bedroom.
After class, Ying Yinman heard that Qi Pan was sick, so she ran over without stopping.
"National Master!"
Ying Yinman ran into the bedroom: "Master! I heard you were sick?!"
When Ying Yinman saw Qi Pan lying on the bed and Ying Zheng sitting beside her, she walked forward quickly.
"Father."
Ying Zheng: "Yeah."
Ying Yinman walked to the bed and asked worriedly, "Master, how do you feel?"
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Qi Pan said, "I'm fine, I just don't have much strength."
"Just take a rest and lie down for a few days."
Seeing Qi Pan's pale face, Ying Yinman said, "Have you seen a doctor?"
At the Women's Medical College, the doctors teaching the courses had already been adjusted.
The doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau took turns coming, and it was not just Xia Wuqie.
If Xia Wuqie were to attend classes at the Women's Medical College alone, no matter how good her body was, she wouldn't be able to withstand the stress.
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