Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

"Okay, okay, don't get excited. I'm treating you."

The doctor said, "Don't worry, you won't die. The snake is not poisonous, and there is no poison in you."

"No... no poison?"

Zhao Gao was stunned!

He blinked and asked uncertainly.

"Really...really not poisonous?"

"Really, but......"

The medical officer looked a little confused.

Zhao Gao's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked!

"But what?"

The doctor took a look at the swollen area of ​​Zhao Gao and said, "There is no way to save it."

Wha...what? ?

Zhao Gao stared, "What do you mean I can't keep him?! Find a way for me!"

"He's a normal man! How can I not keep him?!"

"I......."

The clinic said helplessly, "It is indeed impossible to keep it..."

No one knew how the snake bit him. Although it did not have any poison, the wound on Zhao Gao's body became red, swollen and swollen for no apparent reason.

And it's getting bigger and bigger.

Looking at the trend, there is a high possibility that it will explode.

The clinic didn't dare to delay and quickly said, "Master Zhao, now we can only remove it."

"If you wait for it to expand and explode, I'm afraid your life will be threatened."

what?

resection?!

Zhao Gao was dumbfounded.

If it is removed, is he still a man?

Still a normal man?

"No! I will never remove it! Aa ...

As Zhao Gao shouted, the swollen part suddenly expanded rapidly like a balloon!

It swelled into a ball in an instant!

Seeing that his life was about to be lost, Zhao Gao screamed!

"Cut it! Cut it! Cut it off for me!!!"

The clinic cuts down the knife with a swift move!

"Crack!"

“Aaaaaaaah!!!”

Zhao Gao's eyes bulged out and became like dead fish eyes!

All the veins on the forehead and neck popped out!

“Ga….”

The next second, his head tilted and he fainted.

"Quick, quick, quick! Bring me the hemostatic medicine!"

"Find a clean place and carry the person in!"

Xia Wuqie turned to a doctor and said, "Go to the cleansing room and find someone who is good at knife skills, and ask him to come over and help with it."

"And bring back some special hemostatic powder."

"Yes, my lord."

The clinic quickly ran out to find someone.

Lao Ba didn’t turn around to look for Ying Zheng until he saw that Zhao Gao’s condition had stabilized and he was no longer in danger of death.

At this time, Ying Zheng and his party had already returned.

Xianyang Palace.

Lao Ba stepped forward and saluted, "Your Majesty."

"Ah."

Ying Zheng sat behind the imperial desk and nodded slightly, "How is Zhao Gao doing?"

"Your Majesty, there is no longer any concern for his life, but..."

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the Black Ice Guard.

Seeing his hesitation, I asked, "Just tell me straight away."

"Yes, although Lord Zhao's life is not in danger, his lower body has been removed."

what?

resection?

Lao Ba told Ying Zheng the details.

After a long silence, Ying Zheng said, "Go tell him that he doesn't need to be around to serve you these days, just take good care of yourself."

"Also, tell the people at the Imperial Hospital to prescribe some good medicine for him."

"promise."

Lao Ba responded and then turned and walked towards the Imperial Hospital.

Ying Zheng summoned another Black Ice Guard, "Go and call Meng Tian."

"promise."

The Black Ice Guard responded and then slipped away.

Half an hour later.

Meng Tian strode into the hall and saluted, "Your Majesty."

"Ah."

Ying Zheng put down the bamboo slips in his hand and looked up at Meng Tian below.

"Meng Qing, do you know about brushes?"

Ok?

A writing brush?

Meng Tian was stunned, "Your Majesty also knows?"

That's strange, he hasn't finished it yet.

I haven't told Your Majesty about this, so how did Your Majesty know that he was making brushes?

Ying Zheng said, "It was you who told me. You also said that this brush was originally invented by you."

what?

gentlemen?

Meng Tian has been busy studying military tactics recently and tinkering with a brush that would be more convenient for writing.

He didn't pay much attention to what was happening in the court, and even only heard a few vague words about Qi Pan.

I didn't go into details.

Meng Tian asked in confusion, "Who is the gentleman your majesty is talking about?"

"It seems you don't know that although this gentleman looks young, he is from more than 2,000 years later."

Ying Zheng simply told Meng Tian about his prayer.

Then he handed Meng Tian the steps of making a brush that he had copied down on cloth.

"This is a recipe for making a brush that has been improved in later generations. Please take it and have a look."

Improved brush recipe?

Meng Tian stepped forward and took the cloth, "Your Majesty, how could that young man be so simple-minded and yet he produced so many things that are of great use to our Great Qin?"

"Did you make any requests? Or any favors?"

Require?

benefit?

Ying Zheng shook his head, "You have never asked me for any favors, requests..."

"I just suggested that I would like to travel to Xianyang and treat her to a cup of milk tea."

tourism?

Drinking milk tea?

Meng Tian said, "Your Majesty, this cannot be agreed to!"

"If we let her come to Xianyang, what if she finds something wrong?"

"If she just wants something to eat and drink, that's easy. As long as we have it in the Great Qin, we can just find it and send it to her."

"But you absolutely cannot come to Xianyang!"

"I have thought about this myself."

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, "It's just... the gentleman said it early in the morning."

"She went on this trip just to travel to Xianyang."

"Although I have found a reason to temporarily restrain her, this is not a long-term solution after all."

"What should I do if she proposes to visit Xianyang again next time?"

Yes.

You can delay it for a while, but you can’t delay it for a lifetime.

If Your Majesty has been forbidding you to come to Xianyang, what if she comes out of the inn and wants to come to Xianyang on her own?

Or, if she gets bored and wants to go back, what should they do?

Meng Tian frowned.

Ying Zheng said, "We have to find a way to solve this problem."

He didn't know how long he could delay.

Perhaps next time we go to the inn, the gentleman will suggest coming to Xianyang again.

How could he delay then?

Ying Zheng said, "Take this recipe for making a brush and make it as soon as possible."

"By the way, how is Fusu doing recently?"

Meng Tian said: "Your Majesty, the eldest son is fine, as usual."

As usual?

Ying Zheng frowned, his voice turned a little colder, "He's hanging out with those sour Confucian scholars again?"

"This is."

Meng Tian said, "The eldest son may have gone to discuss academic matters with them."

"Humph!"

Ying Zheng snorted coldly, "If we are really discussing academic matters, I will not impose any further restrictions."

"I'm afraid he's going to join a bunch of sour scholars to attack me, right?"

this........

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