I stood there in a daze for a moment, but it was not polite to listen to people talking like this, so I decided to leave.
But suddenly the door was pushed open from the inside, and the old doctor turned around and said, "You young people like to wander around, and I can't control you..."
"Master Feng, thank you for coming here today," said Doctor Jiang, who hadn't seen me yet. After a sincere thank you from the inside, I heard him say firmly, "But I'm not obsessed with the idea of a man's ambition. I just believe that it's our responsibility to stabilize the country and defend the borders."
The old doctor turned around and sighed, then suddenly saw me and was momentarily distracted: "Mu Zhaoyi?"
"But you still have a headache because of what happened last night?" the old doctor asked me. Did he come to see me last night?
I shook my head subconsciously. He saluted me, then shook his head, waved his robe and left.
Doctor Jiang walked out of the room. He was walking normally now. I said in surprise, "Doctor Jiang, are you healed?"
He smiled and nodded: "Yeah, just wait for the scab to fall off."
I was just thinking about what to say first when he said to me calmly, "Mu Zhaoyi, I'm going to the Dongxiang battlefield. This is what I told you I was preparing for, and it's all ready now."
I stood there in a daze. Although I had guessed most of what he meant by the conversation, I was still a little surprised when he said the word "battlefield".
"Come in first," he poured me some tea on the table, looked at me and said slowly, "Don't be so surprised. I'm just going to treat the wounded. I'm not abandoning medicine to join the army and kill the enemy with a knife."
After saying this, he smiled and said, "I still have some self-awareness."
"Have you already told His Majesty?" I asked tentatively.
"Yes," he nodded, and then said, "His Majesty did not agree at first, but I insisted on going, and he finally agreed."
I picked up the teacup and licked the corners of my dry mouth, not knowing what to say. As Doctor Feng had said, the battlefield is truly brutal, and even doctors are vulnerable to the ravages of artillery fire.
No, it should be said that just because he is a doctor, he is at a disadvantage compared to ordinary well-trained soldiers!
Looking at Doctor Jiang's gentle face, a person like him shouldn't be on a battlefield filled with smoke and blood...
He also picked up a cup of tea: "Mu Zhaoyi, do you know?"
His voice flowed like a clear spring: "Dongxiang is the place where I was born and raised, and it is also the place where I began my wandering."
I was shocked, remembering that day when a concubine mentioned "Dongxiang", saying that it was the border between Songhua and Liudan. The people of Liudan were barbaric by nature, and would cross the border from time to time to bully, rob, plunder and kill.
Although heavy troops were sent to guard the place, they were still unable to resist the guerrilla-like harassment and intrusions for three or two days. As a result, the people were living in poverty and the situation was bleak. In fact, several families had already died.
So Doctor Jiang's home...
I stared at him blankly. He took a sip of tea and looked at me: "Well, as you thought."
"So this time, Songhua and Liudan will eventually have a war, and I will definitely—" He smiled at me, as if talking about an ordinary trivial matter: "I will go back."
"And also—to witness it defend against invaders, drive out barbarians, and be reborn." He placed the porcelain cup on the table, causing the tea to sway from side to side.
I looked at the rare but hard-to-conceal edge beneath his gentle temperament, like the great generals I had read about in books, who stamped a circle of bright red seals on the document with a clean and decisive attitude, never to regret.
Apart from life and death, nothing is serious.
This is what Dr. Jiang told me.
This matter is a matter of life and death, so Doctor Jiang has naturally thought about it and prepared it much more thoroughly and carefully than I have.
So - the taste of it is like drinking water, only you know whether it is hot or cold.
Why should I say more?
I held the porcelain cup in my hand and lightly touched his porcelain cup on the table - there was a crisp "ding-dong" sound.
"Then, let's use tea instead of wine—" I smiled at him: "Return safely."
"Okay," he smiled gently, just like the elegant man in white when they first met: "Is there anything that Concubine Mu wants to see me about today?"
I nodded. "Yes, my father seems to be in poor health, so I wanted to ask you something."
I then briefly relayed what my mother had told me to Imperial Physician Jiang. He lowered his brows and pondered for a moment, "These symptoms are rather vague, and I can't make a definitive conclusion. If possible, it would be best for me to personally see your father."
Thinking of my father's stubborn temper, I explained helplessly.
He nodded. "If that's the case, I have an idea. If Your Majesty speaks up, things will go much more smoothly."
Yes! I suddenly realized that Mu Anguo was loyal and devoted. His Majesty had spoken the truth. If Song Heng asked Doctor Jiang to see Mu Anguo, Mu Anguo would not refuse.
I hurriedly thanked Doctor Jiang: "I know, Doctor Jiang, you are really smart!"
After saying that, I said goodbye to him and went to Chengqing Palace. But halfway there, I remembered yesterday's dream. I felt anxious and less excited and expectant. I didn't know how to face Song Heng.
I was feeling a little agitated and happened to step on a small stone the size of a grape. I simply raised my calf and kicked the stone away to relieve my worries.
In the distance, there was only a muffled "pop" sound, as if the small stone had hit the thick cloth, followed by Grandpa Fu's anxious and worried sigh: "Oh my God!"
I looked over quickly and saw the round little stone lying at the corner of the bright yellow clothes. When I looked up, I saw the tall and graceful Song Heng looking at me with deep eyes.
Duan Xiao stood on his left, his hands casually placed behind his back, his eyes slightly upturned, looking at me; Song Yu and Duan Sheng stood on his right, their expressions as they watched the show were exactly the same.
Song Yu and Duan Sheng are back - my first reaction.
Oh my god, did I just kick a stone at Song Heng? ?
In a flash, I rushed forward, ready to kneel before Song Heng with a fearless look on my face.
If you kneel, you may not survive; if you don’t kneel, you will definitely die.
But immediately, a pair of strong hands supported my shoulders. Before I could even bend my legs, I heard the cold voice of the person in front of me: "If you don't want to kneel, then don't kneel."
Is this mind reading?!
I'm being so obvious!?
Then another feeling came over me: his actions were so considerate, but why was his tone so distant that it seemed as if they were separated by thousands of mountains and dusk snow.
He held my hand and helped me stand up, but he let go and was about to walk around me and continue walking.
Song Yu put away his "disappointed at not being able to watch the show" expression, and with a giggle, he raised his hand to greet me. However, Duan Sheng raised his hand and slapped his hand away with a loud "smack". After glaring at him, he looked at me with a bright smile and said, "Mu Zhaoyi, we're just about to go to the archery range. Wanna join us?"
I looked up and saw Song Heng frowning slightly. Song Yu hurriedly helped out, "Yeah, yeah. I also heard that someone almost shot a doe last time, and it was Concubine Mu who bravely came to the rescue!"
"Song Yu, you're itching for trouble, aren't you?" Duan Sheng gritted his teeth and turned around and said, "I don't mind shooting a fool right now!"
"Auntie, I didn't say anything about you!" Song Yu giggled and pretended to take a few steps back.
I was just thinking of a reason to refuse when Duan Sheng pulled me forward: "I don't want to bother with a fool!"
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