As the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Lu Siji had seen many big scenes. He usually did not show his emotions on his face, but at this moment, his expression changed slightly, which was rare.
A Jinyiwei dressed as a guard stepped forward and wanted to drive the monk away, but was stopped by Lu Siji.
Lu Siji walked quickly to the emperor's side and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Your Majesty, it's Wuhejialou."
When the emperor heard the word "Wuhe", his expression changed, and a question naturally emerged in his mind -
How did Uhaja Tower appear here? !
Wuhejialou was the eldest prince of Nanhao, and he had led the Nanhao envoys to the capital half a month ago. But the emperor had been ignoring them and only allowed people from the Ministry of Rites to entertain them.
Inside the clinic, there was total silence; one could hear a pin drop.
Outside the clinic, various discussions about Jialuo were becoming louder and louder.
A square-faced boy of about fifteen or sixteen pointed at Jialou's back and asked, "Who is this master? Are you here to beg for alms?"
"I see that this master doesn't have a bowl in his hand, so he's definitely not here to beg for alms." An old lady with wrinkles on her face said affirmatively.
Just as she said, the young and handsome monk only had a string of agarwood beads wrapped around his slender white fingers, and he didn't hold a bowl, so he was definitely not here to beg for alms.
Another middle-aged woman said with a gleam in her eyes: "This master looks very impressive, but I don't know which temple he worships Buddha in."
Several women were reluctant to look away, thinking that the young monk did not look like an ordinary monk at all. Instead, he looked like a god or Buddha from the nine heavens, without being tainted by the dust of this world.
Some people looked at the two followers behind Jialou and asked others with doubtful eyes: "Do monks still have followers nowadays?"
The people nearby looked at each other, and no one could answer this question.
The emperor gazed deeply at the approaching Kala and soon figured it out.
He had previously asked the Imperial Guards to make a big fuss about the Jishidiang incident, with the original intention of targeting Gu Jue, but the matter spread widely in the capital and inevitably alarmed the people of Nanhao.
It is well known that Wuhejialou is extremely intelligent. Maybe he wanted to see whether Gu Jue would come to Jishidiang, or he also guessed that the people who came to Jishidiang for medical treatment were the crown prince and the eldest grandson of the emperor.
The emperor's expression became more and more solemn.
Nan Hao has always coveted Da Qi and wanted to lead his troops to the north to conquer Da Qi and unify the Central Plains. This time, the monarch of Hao Dynasty sent his eldest son Jialuo to Qi with ill intentions.
Jialuo stopped a few steps away, smiling slightly, looking holy and otherworldly, with a handsome appearance.
His gentle gaze swept lightly around the front hall. When his sight passed over the emperor and Gu Nanjin and his son, he did not pause at all, as if he did not recognize them. Instead, his gaze paused on Chu Qianchen's face.
His brown eyes were as deep as the sea, revealing wisdom that seemed to see through everything.
For a moment, Chu Qianchen felt that the other party recognized him.
Jialuo politely gave a one-handed Buddhist salute and said, "Excuse me, I'm here to seek medical treatment."
His gentle voice was as pleasant as the sound of jade hitting each other, clear and melodious, with a peculiar rhythm.
The emperor calmed down as if a bucket of cold water was poured over his head.
Chu Qianchen could also feel the strange atmosphere in the room. It was as if a bolt of thunder struck her heart, and she suddenly knew who the white-robed monk in front of her was.
There are not many people in this world who can make the emperor wary. The prince is one of them, but if the condition of being a monk is added, I am afraid that the only one left is the eldest prince of Nanhao, Wuhejialou.
Yes, at this time in the previous life, Wuhejialou did go on a diplomatic mission to Da Qi, and it was the only time.
Chu Qianchen's eyes moved.
The prince said that no matter on the battlefield or in dealing with people, one must judge the situation and it is always better to use the enemy's force against you than to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of your own.
Whether Uhajalou's arrival was a coincidence or deliberate, it was just the right time for her.
Chu Qianchen smiled slightly and asked, "Who is the mage seeking medical treatment for?"
The implication was that she thought Jialu was in good health.
When the emperor heard this, it was like indirectly confirming his guess.
Wuhejialou's coming to seek medical treatment was just an excuse, which means that he must have recognized himself.
The emperor began to turn the jade ring on his thumb again, and suddenly he felt caught in a dilemma.
He was unwilling to let Jishidiang go, but if he fell out with Gu Jue under the eyes of the Nanhao people just for this small Jishidiang, the Nanhao people would definitely not miss this opportunity to stir up trouble.
He has to think about Da Qi.
Jialuo looked at Chu Qianchen with gentle eyes, and that non-aggressive gaze flowed into people's hearts like water.
He said slowly: "My followers were infected with miasma in Lingnan."
"The poisonous miasma rose from the ground, from the bottom to the top. The patients suffered from numbness and pain in their feet, cramps in their hands and feet, and swelling and pain in their joints. In just one month, their condition worsened, with phlegm stagnation, vomiting, crooked mouth and face, and even poisonous gas attacking their hearts."
"May I ask if the lady can cure it?"
His voice was clear and bright, and his expression and tone made people feel comfortable, as if he was not seeking medical treatment but discussing Buddhism. He had a kind of detached attitude that looked lightly on life and death.
Chu Qianchen said calmly, "In Jiangdong and Lingnan, the mountains and waters are humid and steamy. Between spring and summer, wind poison is rampant, causing many miasma. People who are infected by miasma will suffer from wind-cold dampness and paralysis, and they hate cold because of heat. It is not difficult to treat."
"I'll write you a prescription, and you can go back and try it."
"30 qian of Anemarrhena asphodeloides, 10 qian of Radix Peucedanum, 20 qian of Radix Lycii, 15 qian of Rhinoceros Horn Shavings..."
Chu Qianchen recited a prescription and said at the end: "According to this prescription, take four grams each time, boil it with a medium cup of water until it is reduced to six parts, remove the residue, and take it three times a day while warm after meals. Take it for three days first."
Normally, if Chu Qianchen had dictated like this, Doctor Liu would have already written the prescription. However, the atmosphere today was so weird, and with the emperor, the prince and others present, he was unable to react at all.
Jialou nodded slightly, "Thank you for your advice, young lady. I will come back to ask for your advice in three days."
After he finished speaking, Jialuo turned and left, and his two followers followed him closely.
The Jinyiwei and the common people outside the clinic consciously made way for them.
The three of them only stayed here for less than half a cup of tea.
The emperor looked at Jialuo's snow-white back, his expression became more solemn, and his guess in his heart increased from 80% to 90%, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest: Jialuo is definitely not here to seek medical treatment!
The prince said that Wuhejialou was extremely intelligent and had a photographic memory. What was the big deal for such an intelligent person to remember a prescription?
The emperor has always been suspicious, and she only made him a little more suspicious.
The emperor suddenly said, "I'm glad Jiaer is okay. Let's go." His voice was hoarse, and filled with a strong sense of displeasure.
The emperor walked out of the clinic at a rapid pace.
Gu Nanjin already knew the emperor's intention and gave Chu Qianchen a faint smile, "Don't worry, Divine Doctor."
After saying these four words, Gu Nanjin also strode out of the clinic.
The wet nurse carried Gu Yuanjia in her arms, and Doctor Lian and the others also left in an orderly manner.
After a while, a line of carriages and horses headed south along Huahong Street and soon the street was clear.
The passers-by who had gathered outside Jishiditang dispersed in twos and threes when they saw the excitement was over, with regretful looks on their faces, saying things like "The miracle doctor is indeed worthy of his reputation" and "Another life has been saved from the hands of the devil" and so on.
Jishidiang returned to its original tranquility.
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Those who need to see a doctor should see a doctor, and those who need to get medicine should get medicine.
However, Doctor Liu and several of his men felt a little weak in their legs, because they had even seen the emperor and the prince.
This illusion, as if it were a dream, was broken after an hour.
Huahong Street was once again in an uproar as a strange eunuch in blue arrived with a group of people and brought the emperor's edict.
The whole street was in an uproar.
The blue-robed eunuch read out the imperial edict in a serious manner, praising Jishidiang for its benevolence and medical skills, its ability to bring people back to life, and its immeasurable merits. He also praised Doctor Liu's ancestors and grandchildren, and named Jishidiang as the National Medical Clinic.
When the eunuch finished reading the last two words "秦此", the grandfather and grandson, Doctor Liu Lao and Doctor Liu Xiao, who were kneeling on the ground, had not yet come to their senses. They had a sense of illusion as if they were in a dream.
It was Doctor Liu who reacted first and tugged at my grandfather's sleeve.
Doctor Liu quickly raised his hands and said tremblingly, "I... accept your order."
His hands were shaking slightly and he was extremely excited.
The eunuch was already accustomed to this, so he handed the bright yellow imperial edict to Doctor Liu, said some polite words slowly such as "Don't let the emperor down", and then left in a mighty manner with the people who came with him to convey the edict.
The entire Huahong Street was shaken.
Passers-by gathered around to watch the fun, and nearby neighbors came to congratulate and also wanted to share in the blessings of Jishiditang.
"Congratulations, Doctor Liu, this is such a great joyous event!"
"Yes, this is the first time the government has closed down the National Medical Clinic!"
"It is also the first traditional Chinese medicine clinic in the capital."
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Everyone was talking at once, vying for the first place.
Since the founding of the Great Qi Dynasty, there have been only three national medical clinics, all of which were awarded the title because of their outstanding contributions to the Great Qi. For example, the Huang's Medical Hall in Yanzhou was awarded because it effectively controlled the spread of dysentery thirty years ago.
In the center of the crowd, Dr. Liu Old and Dr. Liu Young thanked the neighbors again and again, and both the grandfather and grandson were grinning from ear to ear.
The owner of the grocery store next door asked them curiously, "Doctor Liu, I noticed that the people who came to see the doctor at noon had unusual backgrounds. Are they relatives of the emperor?"
"I think so." The owner of a nearby teahouse also came over to talk, "I see that those people all have extraordinary bearings, at least they are princes or something like that."
Doctor Liu recalled the scenes at noon and still felt weak in the knees. How could he dare to reveal the identities of the emperor and the prince? He could only say vaguely, "Maybe. They look like nobles to me."
Holding the heavy imperial edict in his hand, Doctor Liu finally felt relieved.
Thinking about how his grandson handled the situation more calmly than he did from beginning to end, Dr. Liu couldn't help but feel proud and emotional.
The new generation is pushing the old generation forward, and he can rest assured that Jishidiang will be handed over to his grandson in the future.
After thanking their neighbors with a smile on their faces, the grandparents and grandchildren went back to Jishidiang, intending to properly enshrine the imperial edict.
This imperial edict is enough to bring glory to the Liu family for several generations!
Chu Qianchen had quietly left when everyone was surrounding the Liu family's grandparents and grandchildren to congratulate them.
The emperor issued an imperial decree to designate Jishidiang as the national medical clinic, so no one would deliberately cause trouble for Jishidiang in the future, including the emperor himself.
In any case, just don't let Jishidiang get implicated because of yourself.
Chu Qianchen breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly towards Songhe Street.
Her trip took nearly two hours. Now the sun was setting, casting a golden-red halo on the shops and signs on both sides of Huahong Street.
Halfway through her walk, she suddenly stopped and bought two baskets of plums from a roadside vendor. She carried one basket and Amber also carried one.
As she continued walking, her steps became lighter.
Amber thought her daughter was happy about buying plums, so she said with a smile, "My daughter, I see these plums are big and red, they must be delicious. We can also make candied fruit with them."
Chu Qianchen responded casually, and when she turned at the intersection of Huahong Street and Songhe Street, she quickly glanced back to make sure that the person following her was gone.
It is obvious who handled it.
The prince is really reliable, Chu Qianchen thought in a very good mood.
*The symptoms and prescriptions of miasma are borrowed from "Taiping Shenghui Fang"
(End of this chapter)