Chapter 91 Medical Boy
The health bar was completely drained.
Only a wisp of skin was left, holding on precariously.
This was Chu Songjun's only thought after waking up.
He said this to Doctor Wang jokingly, and Doctor Wang snorted coldly: "If you dare to do this again next time, there will be nothing left of your skin!"
But Doctor Wang was also worried.
This was exactly what he had diagnosed.
Can a three-year-old child still feel his or her body’s condition so clearly?
There are quite a few princes and princesses in the palace, about thirty or so.
When he occasionally went to diagnose, he could only ask the eunuchs and palace maids who served them closely about the symptoms. Otherwise, the children could not clearly tell where they felt uncomfortable. Instead, they would only whimper in discomfort and twist their heads left and right in a reluctance to cooperate.
Every time he smiled like a chrysanthemum, they would occasionally be able to quietly diagnose his pulse.
Besides being quiet, this kid Chu Songjun is also a little too smart.
Even at such a young age, he knows a little bit about everything.
Every time he imparted something, I remembered it clearly.
It makes me itch.
But no matter how much I think about it, I must first let this little kid who is envied by God survive.
Doctor Wang sighed.
Chu Bingtian probably remembered the lesson, he didn't expect that Chu Songjun was almost taken away by heaven.
Otherwise it will be a waste of time and effort, with vain expectations and disappointment.
He didn't dare to go any further now and had to ask for the advice of Doctor Wang before doing anything.
So, Doctor Wang took away all the rice cakes given by the Chu couple.
He's so sick.
How dare you eat things that are difficult to digest!
The situation was better before, and it was okay to eat more, but now it is absolutely not allowed.
Dalang cried loudly in the shadow.
However, Chu Songjun could not help but pat Dalang on the head.
After all, he himself is in a difficult situation and cannot save himself.
The child drank the bitter medicine in one gulp with an expressionless face, and shook it upside down to show that he had drunk not a drop left.
Sister Songzhi touched his head as if to praise him and took the bowl away.
"Your father is planning to find a boy doctor to serve you recently." Doctor Wang, who was sitting nearby, said while crossing his legs and holding a medical book.
Chu Songjun immediately showed his puppy eyes: "What about you! Uncle Wang!"
Tears welled up in his eyes. "I heard that there are still many medical books in the Chu family's collection, and Uncle Wang hasn't read them yet! Uncle Wang is gone! What will happen to those medical books? Won't they just be covered in dust and gather ashes in the library?"
Doctor Wang: “…”
This cunning little bastard.
He hummed and relaxed a little: "...Then I'll finish watching it before I leave! Don't think too much!"
Chu Songjun rushed forward and hugged Doctor Wang, refusing to let go, howling with tears: "Wow, what should I do if I can't bear to leave Uncle Wang? I will cry loudly at night!"
Thanks to Uncle Wang for reminding him that he was only a three-year-old child and could relax a little. Isn’t crying a child’s right?
Doctor Wang was upset by the crying: "Shut up! Don't push your luck!"
But Duoyu never said again that he wanted to leave.
Songzhi stood aside, watching the scene with a smile.
To be honest, it’s better this way, young master.
Children should act like children.
Songzhi reached out gently, picked up the handkerchief and wiped the young master's face.
The young boy is precocious and very mature at a young age.
His illness came and went, and he had to drink that bitter medicine every day.
But the young master never fails to control his emotions.
He has always been peaceful and stable, and treats all servants gently.
Although Songzhi occasionally felt that the young master was a little distant towards them, all the children from noble families were arrogant. Even if he was polite to others, he never took them seriously.
The young master was different. He just looked at them and that was all.
"Good night, Sister Songzhi!"
The young master said, "Just drink the medicine obediently and don't let anyone worry about anything."
"Good night, young master."
Songzhi tucked the corner of the quilt for Chu Songjun and blew out the light.
The door was closed.
It's another morning.
Chu Songjun got up from the bed and washed up. After he finished washing up, Doctor Wang was almost here.
The next step was to take his pulse and have something to eat with Doctor Wang, who taught him some health-preserving boxing to strengthen his body.
After that, Doctor Wang would occasionally leave to sort out the medicinal materials, and Chu Songjun would sit at the desk and read alone.
Most of the Chu clan members worked in the Dali Temple, and Chu Bingtian himself was the chief minister of the Dali Temple.
Most of the books he was given to read at home were about the criminal law and case-solving of the Xuanyuan Dynasty, such as Xiyuanlu.
But it is also a special product of the strange world, with an inexplicable fantasy color.
Chu Songjun looked around and saw that the servants seemed to have no attention on him.
He waved his hand quietly over the shadow.
Dalang has been depressed recently because he couldn't get the sweet cake. He took advantage of the rare opportunity when Doctor Wang went out to sort out the medicinal materials and planned to comfort Dalang.
But who would have thought that the hand that would usually reach out when reached out, would remain motionless after a long while.
Did Dalang go somewhere to play by himself?
Chu Songjun felt a little strange, so he jumped off the chair and looked inside along the shadow.
Dalang suddenly poked his head out from the shadows and gave Chu Songjun a big smile.
Chu Songjun: “?”
He held a piece of cake in his hand.
It is bright yellow and crystal clear. You can smell a faint sweetness when you sniff it gently. You can tell it is a good cake at once.
"Where did this come from?" Chu Songjun was a little surprised.
Dalang gestured.
"Put it on my bedside?" Chu Songjun was a little surprised.
"Was it given by Sister Songeda?"
But Chu Songjun quickly denied his idea, saying it was unlikely.
Songzhi would not do that. She would not give it to him until Doctor Wang said that he was well again and could eat the cake.
The same applies to Zheng Yuanying and Chu Bingtian.
If not them, then who else?
A person kept appearing in Chu Songjun's mind.
The person who moved the tiger puppet and put a grasshopper in Doctor Wang's teacup.
Is it him? But why did he suddenly send him candy cakes?
Are you going to poison him?
This kind of thing placed casually by the bed cannot be eaten, probably a three-year-old child knows it...
Chu Songjun watched as Dalang took a bite, leaving a tooth mark: "Are you okay? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
The greedy Dalang chewed the cake and shook his head.
Even though the ghost has died once, a baby ghost cannot eat anything of unknown origin.
Chu Songjun was worried. Dalang was a little unrestrained, but when he saw that Chu Songjun looked unhappy, he carefully put down the cake and looked at Chu Songjun anxiously.
Chu Songjun hugged him comfortingly.
Only then did Dalang feel relieved.
After waiting for a while and seeing that Dalang was fine, Chu Songjun let him eat.
It seemed that this piece of sugar cake was simply sent to them to eat, without any weird things attached to it.
"The first time I gave him a tiger puppet, the second time I gave him a grasshopper, and the third time I gave him a piece of candy cake."
Chu Songjun murmured, frowning slightly.
But why did he send candy cakes...
Chu Songjun suddenly had a strange guess in his mind.
He was recently forbidden to eat pastries, and both Dalang and he were a little sad.
Chu Songjun vaguely felt that the person who sent the cakes seemed to be... sending cakes to comfort them.
“Is this my illusion?”
***
After the Chu clan elders learned from Doctor Wang that Chu Songjun was fine, the whole group of people breathed a sigh of relief.
The Chu family's original ancestral hall had been burned down beyond repair.
The tablets were temporarily placed elsewhere, and it would take at least several months to rebuild the new ancestral hall.
But this did not affect the Chu family's joy.
After all, this is the limited edition of "The Real Smoke Coming Out of Ancestor's Grave"!
Even Chu Bingtian, who had recently been solemn when attending court, softened his expression.
The other ministers in the court all found this strange.
The deadly look of Chu Bingtian some time ago gave them the illusion that "this old bastard Chu Bingtian is finally going to take everyone to death."
After all, his family had fallen on hard times when he was young, and even if he managed to hold on, he was still unable to support the family alone and was in a precarious situation.
Then in middle age he was cursed again, and his only son died in a very strange way.
An ordinary person would be devastated by such a setback, let alone Chu Bingtian, who was once the most successful and unruly son of a noble family in Xijing?
But Chu Bingtian still behaves in a steady manner. Compared with the vindictive person he was in his youth, he seems too innocent and harmless.
Some time ago, his family’s ancestral graves were burned down, and he finally changed his attitude.
It’s coming, everyone felt that it was coming, his bomb was finally going to explode!
But today it changed back to normal, and it looks even happier?
What is the situation?
The court officials were confused, but the emperor was very happy.
The family has a deep foundation, and they are only afraid of Chu Bingtian as a "rabid" vicious dog, but he is a terrible emperor.
It is possible that Chu Bingtian went crazy and ignored his mascot.
The emperor was afraid that he would be killed in the struggle among the aristocratic families if he was not careful.
Then all his efforts over the years will be wasted.
As soon as I went to court today.
The emperor finally saw Chu Bingtian's smiling face and was extremely happy.
I wanted to ask something, but I was afraid of disturbing the ministers' heated arguments.
I had to wait until they had jointly resolved the major issue before I could greet Chu Bingtian cordially.
He was just thinking about it when he suddenly heard Minister Xie snort coldly: "Shouldn't we ask our Dali Temple's chief judge how to judge this?"
Chu Bingtian stood up with his chest puffed out, and laughed loudly: "How did you know that smoke was coming out of my Chu family's ancestral tomb! My Chu family has produced a child prodigy!"
Everyone was stunned.
Other ministers: “?”
emperor:"?"
Minister Xie: “?”
Huh? No! Who asked you that?
***
"Song Jun, I think this doctor will accompany you for a long time in the future. Maybe it's just what you want."
Zheng Yuanying clapped his hands.
A large group of people came over quickly.
The Yuzhang Chu family is wealthy and powerful, so it is not unusual for them to choose hundreds of people as playmates for the young master.
Taking the children's personalities into consideration, she carefully selected dozens of them.
Zheng Yuanying had already screened it in advance.
These children were three or four years older than Chu Songjun. They were all literate and had good memories.
Originally, Zheng Yuanying wanted to send them all to Chu Songjun as his medical boys, but when he thought that this would somewhat embarrass Imperial Physician Wang, he gave up the idea. All the remaining medical boys were sent to Chu Songjun's courtyard to serve him.
If you raise a child from a young age, you will feel at ease in the future.
It was the first time for Chu Songjun to face such a scene.
For a moment I didn't know what to say or do.
"Song Jun, just pick two that you like."
Zheng Yuanying smiled.
Chu Songjun looked at them one by one, and asked Dalang in the shadow for his opinion from time to time.
Suddenly, he stopped in front of a man who was several heads taller than him and looked up.
He is tall and strong, standing out from the crowd. He doesn't look like a child, but more like a teenager of thirteen or fourteen.
This man has an honest face and bright eyes, so bright that they remind people of the stars in the sky.
When the man saw him looking at him, he immediately smiled and introduced himself in a loud voice: "Hello, sir! My name is Wang Youyu, You means "protection" and Yu means "small fish". I am from Beizhou!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
