The White-haired Queen

The shepherd looked at the young boy Ruirui and felt guilty. He thought to himself that if he hadn't oppressed his family, they might be living a peaceful life now, and Ruirui wouldn't have to pretend to be a "paper tiger" to scare innocent people. However, he thought that even if he hadn't been there, there would probably be others who would coerce them...

At this moment, a sharp scream broke the quiet air, pulling the shepherd's thoughts back to reality. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw a sensible child trying to help his elderly grandfather carry a load of firewood about three to five hundred meters away. However, due to the old man's advanced age and the child's young and weak strength, the child failed to catch the heavy load and was pressed to the ground...

Wen Lanyue saw this and quickly signaled Jing Li to go check the situation. Not long after, Jing Li returned and reported: "The child's arm is dislocated, and someone needs to reattach it to him."

Wen Lanyue quickly cast her eyes on the ten people sent by the little emperor, and then said, "Does anyone among you know medical skills? Please help deal with this child's dislocation problem." Her voice was calm and firm, with an unquestionable majesty. Everyone looked at each other, and no one answered for a while. Wen Lanyue's eyes flashed with disappointment, but she was not discouraged. She continued, "If no one knows medical skills, can we find some bandages to fix the child's arm to prevent the injury from getting worse?" This time, someone finally stood up and expressed his willingness to find bandages and take the initiative to take care of the child.

While waiting for the bandage, Wen Lanyue walked to the child, gently stroked his hair, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, you will get better soon." The child nodded with tears in his eyes. Seeing this scene, Wen Lanyue couldn't help but feel pity in her heart. She secretly vowed to do her best to protect these kind people from suffering.

Just as Wen Lanyue was about to bandage the child's arm, a thin middle-aged man stood up. His voice was calm and gentle, and he said, "My name is Duanmu Yi, and I know a thing or two about medicine."

Jing Li heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he said: "Could it be that you are the legendary Master Duanmu Yi?"

Duanmu Yi smiled and replied, "That's me. However, this title of 'Master of Magic Hands' is just a favor from my friends in the martial arts world. I really don't deserve it."

Jing Li laughed and said, "You have the title of Master of Magic Hands, and you still say that you know a little about medicine? Being overly modest is hypocritical!"

Duanmu Yi shook his head, a trace of humility appeared on his face, and said: "In the face of disease, human power is ultimately limited. Although I have learned some medical skills, there are still many problems that I cannot solve. As the saying goes, there is no end to learning. I know that my knowledge is shallow and I still have a long way to go."

Jing Li was speechless when he heard this. He originally wanted to tease Duanmu Yi, but he didn't expect him to be so frank and modest.

At this time, Wen Lanyue smiled and said, "Mr. Duanmu, please go and check on the child first."

Duanmu Yi folded his hands in front of his chest, nodded slightly, and then walked towards the child. Wen Lanyue stared at his figure getting farther and farther away, and lowered her voice to Jing Li and said, "It seems that this Duanmu Yi is really very humble. From his sincere and humble attitude, it is not difficult for us to perceive that he must be a person with rich experience and full of stories. Oh, by the way, when I asked who was proficient in medicine just now, why didn't he stand up?"

Jing Li responded, "Duanmu Yi, nicknamed 'Master of Magic Hands', is because he has a deep understanding of orthopedics. One year, our prince's advisor blocked an arrow for the prince, but the arrow was poisonous and the wound was too deep, injuring the bone. It was Duanmu Yi who cured him by scraping the bone to treat the poison. In addition, the young emperor treats Duanmu Yi as a treasure and usually does not easily send him out. Although many people have heard of his name, most have never seen him in person, including me."

Jing Li paused for a moment, then continued, "I once heard the prince's staff talk about Duanmu Yi, and he seems to be such a person! Duanmu Yi has a rather dull personality, and he is always several steps slower than others in doing things. However, once it comes to matters that need to be handled, he can show an unusually decisive side. The staff's evaluation of Duanmu Yi is that he is almost always thinking."

After hearing this, Wen Lanyue immediately thought of Jia Dao. The book records that Jia Dao often immersed himself in the consideration of the words in poetry. He once broke into Han Yu's guard of honor in a trance because he was entangled in the words "knock" and "push" in "birds roost in the trees by the pond, monks knock on the door under the moon." It seems that Duanmu Yi and Jia Dao are really comparable!

Jia Dao's life was full of setbacks, but Duanmu Yi was cherished by the young emperor. It can be said that their fates were very different. When I return to the capital, I may try to recruit him to be a teacher at Hengyue Medical College. After all, with his thoughtful qualities, he will surely become an excellent tutor!

Seeing that Wen Lanyue didn't say anything, Jing Li continued, "Duanmu Yi's medical skills are indeed superb. After the prince learned about this, he sent someone to inquire about his past experiences. It is understood that Duanmu Yi's master was unfortunately poisoned during a drug test. At that time, Duanmu Yi had been waiting by his master's side, but he was helpless in the face of such a poison. He could only watch his beloved master become thinner and thinner, and eventually die."

Jing Li's voice was a little low, and he seemed to be touched by this story. He paused and continued, "Duanmu Yi has always been upset about this incident. He felt that as a doctor, he could not save his master, and his heart was full of guilt and self-blame. Since then, he has worked harder to study medicine, hoping to prevent similar tragedies from happening again."

Wen Lanyue listened quietly, with a trace of compassion in her eyes. She could imagine Duanmu Yi's inner pain and helplessness at that time, and she also understood why he was so persistent in improving his medical skills. Perhaps it was this experience that made Duanmu Yi such an outstanding doctor.

Jing Li's voice was a little low, and seemed to carry a hint of emotion and helplessness: "It's really unexpected! Time flies, and so many years have passed in the blink of an eye, but he is still brooding over that incident and can't let it go." His eyes revealed a deep thought, as if he was recalling every bit of the past. As he spoke, the atmosphere around him became solemn, and people couldn't help but fall into deep thought.