The seven emotions and six desires are all my nourishment

But his mouth moved close to the edge of the bowl, then away, close again, and away again. He really didn't want to drink!

He really couldn't understand it. It was clearly him who taught her, and Wan'er was indeed very talented. Her medicinal effects and techniques were better than his, but the medicine was just too bitter!

Ghost-Seeing Sorrow, Half-Patch of Medicine, these folk nicknames were all made up by the beloved disciple himself!

He smiled and looked at his beloved disciple, wanting to discuss whether he could not drink it, but when he saw her staring at him with some disappointment, he felt that it was the child's good intention. After all, the child also wanted him to be healthy!

That's all! Drink it!

He held the medicine in his left hand and the medicinal food in his right hand. After drinking one, he immediately drank the other.

Yes, except for his mouth, everything in his body feels good. The only thing missing is his mouth. He has not been able to eat for the past two days!!

At this time, the tendons on Old Man Yang's neck and hands burst out!

He put down the bowl in his hand, swallowed the lingering taste in his mouth, and praised, "My good disciple... the medicine you prescribed is still as good as ever. I feel warm all over. Hehehe, I am fine now. I am fine now."

"You've been tired all day, Zhuoran, you should accompany Wan'er to rest too!"

"Well~ Master, I'm not too tired. What would you like to eat later? I'll make it..." Shangguan Wan'er had a good sleep and was very energetic now. She thought about the dry weather in Kyoto, so she stewed some tonic for them without saying a word.

"Need not!"

"No need!"

Suddenly, two anxious voices sounded at the same time, one was Jiao Zhuoran and the other was Old Man Yang.

The leader and the escorts felt relaxed at this moment. They smacked their lips and tried to find some tea to rinse their mouths, but they couldn't find any.

Seeing that the medicine had been taken and the matter was settled, several people stood up and bowed, saying, "Well, thank you for the medicine, Master Bantie. We all feel refreshed. But... cough, you should also rest, right..."

Shangguan Wan'er was interrupted. Now that the escort leaders were about to leave, she quickly said with a smile, "Stay for dinner before you go. The money and gifts are ready, so you won't be short of anything."

"No, no, there's no need to prepare the meal. It's not that we're worried about you starving us, but everyone is anxious to go home. Haha, we won't delay your family's rest and reunion." The escort leader wiped his sweat. The host was kind and there was little trouble. It was just that there was no need to take the medicine or the meal.

Hearing the leader's refusal, the other escorts secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously pointed their toes at the door, ready to leave at any time.

Shangguan Wan'er sighed, "Yes, I didn't think it through." Clapping her hands, the housekeeper came in with two servants, holding a tray and gave the money and gifts to the escort leader.

After the leader took it, the escorts behind him took it away. After saying goodbye, only their own people were left in the house.

"Zhuoran, help Wan'er go back to sleep! Get more sleep, and both mother and child will be safe!" Doctor Yang gave a loving order.

Zhuoran had already helped her up, "Yes, Master is right, I am also a little sleepy, let's take a rest first, if you are hungry, let the kitchen cook."

Seeing how considerate the two were, Shangguan Wan'er smiled happily, "Well, Master, take a nap too."

"Okay, okay. Go ahead." Old man Yang responded kindly and waved his hand.

After Shangguan Wan'er and Zhuoran left, his face was grim and he jumped up quickly, "Hurry up! Bring us some tea, warm water is fine, hurry up!"

The housekeeper's youngest son, Maomao, had cleverly brought a pot of tea at just the right temperature. He poured a cup skillfully and put the spittoon away.

……

Kyoto is a prosperous place, but the class divisions are also very clear. There are so many nobles that they would kill a few of them with a falling plaque. So it is not very valuable, but you can't mess with it.

Also, because Shangguan Wan'er's due date was after the New Year, her belly was getting bigger day by day. After the pharmacy opened, Shangguan Wan'er only showed up occasionally.

Jiao Zhuoran bought a house next door and set up a small workshop to make soaps with six kinds of scents and laundry soap.

Now I am just stocking up on a large amount of goods and waiting for the soaps to dry and take shape. I will open the store after Shangguan Wan'er gives birth.

No one was in a hurry, but the emperor in the palace was anxious.

My health is getting worse. I feel heavy, drowsy and exhausted every day.

He knew that his sons were scheming against each other and were involved in bloody affairs, but which one of them was worthy of being entrusted with the important task?

That day, the emperor vomited blood again. In his drowsy state, he seemed to have come to a pharmacy. A pot-bellied woman was sitting there. She did not even greet him when she saw him coming.

Just glanced at him lightly and said, "Sit down!"

He found it funny. Was he dreaming about seeing a doctor?

The emperor shook his head, sat down and stretched out his hand. After the woman took his pulse, she was amazed.

She looked him up and down and asked curiously, "You're rich, right? Otherwise, how could you have at least five kinds of poison in your body? How many people are hoping you'll die?"

The old emperor's expression changed instantly! The woman sighed again, "Alas... My mother's family is the same. They were coveted for their money and almost died out."

"You're lucky to have met me. I'll treat you and make sure you live longer than anyone else. It's not just about making money, but also about living a proud life! Right?"

The emperor found it absurd and ridiculous, yet so real that he couldn't help but ask, "Can you really cure it?"

"Heh~ Believe it or not, it's up to you. You can go and ask around before deciding."

"I am a doctor in Guangjitang. People call me Bantie Xianshi, and some call me Guijianchou~" The young woman was very proud. She held her belly and stood up clumsily, which made the old emperor laugh.

"Oh? In that case, I'll go and ask around."

"However, the term 'Ghost-Seeing Sorrow' is easy to understand, but what does 'Half-Tie Immortal Master' mean?" The old emperor thought it was funny. Although he didn't take it seriously, he still thought it was quite interesting, so he asked.

Shangguan Wan'er smiled and said proudly, "Everyone who took my medicine said one patch was too much, half a patch is enough!!"

"Are you still going to treat it? It's foggy outside. If you want to know, hurry up. If you have made up your mind, come to Guangjitang to find me. I'm going home to sleep!" Shangguan Wan'er looked at the spreading white fog and frowned to drive people away.

"Haha, you have quite a temper. Isn't it said that doctors have a kind heart? I think you have a very hard heart."

"But you won't die anytime soon."

"Besides, haven't you heard the saying, 'sour scholars, spicy doctors.'"

"If doctors were hesitant and would compose a poem of melancholy and sorrow before giving acupuncture, and then shed a few tears and sigh, how many more lives could they save if they had that much time?"

"Hahaha, what heresy! What nonsense." The old emperor was amused by her.

"Hurry up and go. Come back as soon as you have found out what's wrong. The sooner you get treatment, the sooner you will get better!" Shangguan Wan'er chased him away and knocked the table three times with her fingers.

Suddenly, a thick fog rushed in and the old emperor could not see clearly, but he could hear a woman crying and chaotic shouting.

"Your Majesty! The Emperor is awake! Imperial Physician!"