Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

There was no morning court today, so Xiao Yan and Yang Zhounan went directly to the training ground.

The training ground was open and spacious, with houses of varying heights in the distance, flags on the walls fluttering in the wind, and various types of weapons placed on both sides of the high platform directly in front.

Yang Zhounan looked at the soldiers training on the playground and asked Xiao Yan.

"Why don't you give it to him yourself? Why do you want me to pass it on to him?"

Xiao Yan looked around and didn't react for a moment, "What?"

"silver."

"Don't you see that I'm embarrassed?"

Although visiting prostitutes is not a new thing, it is not something glorious either. Moreover, if discovered and reported, the offender will be punished.

But when it comes to whether it's embarrassing or not, are there any differences between the two of them?

Yang Zhounan was puzzled and asked, "If I give it to him, will it make him feel good?"

Xiao Yan glanced at him and said lightly, "Because you are not familiar with him."

Yang Zhounan: “…”

Because of his arm injury, he had more opportunities to meet Lu Ziqing than Xiao Yan. If we talk about familiarity, he was more familiar with the young doctor.

"I don't..."

"It would be the same if you were caught visiting a prostitute by someone you know," Xiao Yan said.

Yang Zhounan followed beside him and made a "tsk" sound.

"I won't go to that kind of place. What's the point of a fleeting romance? If I really want to find one, it has to be mutual love, and one person must be devoted to each other until old age."

Xiao Yan looked at him sideways with interest and asked, "You seem quite knowledgeable about this kind of thing? Are you secretly in love with a young lady from an official family? Tell me about it so I can help you."

Yang Zhounan: “…”

He couldn't understand why this person, who himself was a complete blockhead when it came to matters of the heart, had the nerve to say he wanted to control things for others?

"I have no property, no money or influence. Which young lady from an official family would be interested in me?" Yang Zhounan said self-deprecatingly.

"Wouldn't it be more appropriate to choose you? You are the dream husband of the noble ladies in the capital."

Xiao Yan snorted expressionlessly, "Then let me practice my sword."

"Hey, I say, you lose interest when you mention this." Yang Zhounan looked at him with a strange look, "Do you have any hidden illness?"

"Do you look like me?"

As Xiao Yan spoke, he walked up the stairs. The soldiers coming down greeted him, and Yang Zhounan glanced at him.

"Well? You're already twenty-two. Besides wielding swords and guns all day, you should think about your own affairs when you have time."

Xiao Yan said, "I'm tired of hearing these words even if you don't say them. Did the old man mention them to you again?"

"He..." Yang Zhounan sighed, "With your personality, he's not afraid of you, he's just concerned about you."

Xiao Yan stepped into the office and said, "You're not following him, but me. Why do you always listen to him?"

People were coming in and out of the Imperial Hospital. Lu Ziqing walked to the workstation of Li Limu from the day before and asked respectfully.

"Master Li, has Concubine Mei's prescription been prepared? I'll go get the medicine."

Li Limu was buried in his writing, not even looking up. "No need to open it, go do something else."

No need to open it? What do you mean? Could it be...

Lu Ziqing asked tentatively, "But Concubine Mei has already?"

"Yes, so there's no need to prescribe one." Li Li stared at the pulse record book and continued writing. "Take those stacks of prescriptions next to it and write them down carefully."

Although Lu Ziqing had anticipated today's outcome, he still felt a sense of regret and sadness when he heard the news.

In the past, most disaster victims died because they had no medicine or money to treat their illnesses.

Although the palace had all kinds of herbs and medicines, and the queen's status was noble, in the end, no one cared about her and she died within the palace walls.

He sighed inwardly, sat down and began to sort out the pulse records.

Lu Ziqing had a beautiful handwriting. His small regular script was neatly written on the pulse case book. If you didn't know him, you would think it was written by some great calligrapher.

It is true that the handwriting reflects the writer.

He sat there straight for two hours. The other imperial doctors went to eat, and only Lu Ziqing was left in the office.

I had just finished recording the recipe in my hand and was about to go to eat when I caught a glimpse of someone walking towards me from the side.

He looked up and saw a young and handsome imperial physician who handed him a stack of prescriptions and said with a smile.

"Lu Ziqing, there are some here. Please record them all. Lord Gou will check them this afternoon."

Lu Ziqing felt sad and took the prescription. "Okay."

The young imperial physician walked out of his office and met an old imperial physician in the corridor. He greeted him first.

"Doctor Lu, let's go and have dinner."

"It's Doctor Lin, let's go."

Lu Quan glanced into the inner room and walked side by side with Lin Yi to the cafeteria. "It's lunch time, is that Lu Ziqing still busy?"

Lin Yi said with a smile, "President Xu said he was very capable, so he probably wanted to show off."

Lu Quan walked through the garden and snorted softly, "Only Xu Yuanpan treats him like a treasure. It's unheard of for a wandering doctor to enter the Imperial Hospital."

"It's not impossible." Lin Yi said.

"Lu Ziqing has a military marquis behind him, so he has a good relationship with him. Besides, he seems to be quite capable, so maybe he can even climb over you and me in the future."

"So what if he's a military marquis?" Lu Quan was a little annoyed. "The Imperial Hospital is a formal place for the transmission of medicine. He's just a wandering doctor with a little medical experience. How can he pass the Imperial Hospital's assessment? It's simply a pipe dream."

When Lu Ziqing put down his brush, it was already past noon. Thanks to his quick hands, he patted his shoulders and walked out of the office.

There were still a few people in the cafeteria, and there was only one bowl of rice left in the wooden barrel. Lu Ziqing held the bowl in one hand and was about to reach for the wooden spoon with the other.

Suddenly, a hand next to him took the lead. It was a middle-aged doctor. He scooped the remaining rice into his own bowl as if nothing had happened.

He bumped into Lu Ziqing's shoulder as if nothing had happened and walked to the dish basin. Several people at the back table followed him, chatting and laughing, and cleaned up all the dishes.

Lu Ziqing stood in the corner holding the bowl, watching them sitting around the table, talking and laughing while eating, completely ignoring his presence.

He took two steps forward and asked in a cold voice, "What do you mean?"

A few people were still talking and laughing without turning back. Lu Ziqing suddenly slammed the bowl on the table with a "bang". Those people were startled and immediately stood up and pushed him.

"What are you doing? You want to fight?"

"I should be the one asking you this." Lu Ziqing stared at them. "What do you want to do?"

A middle-aged healer disagreed, "We just eat, what else can we do?"

Lu Ziqing said, "There's only so much left in the barrel. Did you do that on purpose?"

"Hey, you're quite a weirdo." The middle-aged doctor laughed speechlessly, "I have a big appetite, but you don't allow me to eat. What does it have to do with us if you didn't get anything?"

"That's right, there's only so much food in the cafeteria. If you want to eat, come early." Another healer pulled his colleague to sit down. "Ignore him. Eat quickly and get back to work."

Lu Ziqing walked out of the cafeteria with resentment, and saw Judge Gou walking towards him in the sun from a distance.

"Lu Ziqing."

Lu Ziqing walked over quickly and asked, "What are your instructions, Lord Judge?"

Judge Gou's cheeks were covered in sweat. He twisted his mouth and spat a piece of vegetable residue into the flower bed next to him.

"A batch of medicinal herbs just arrived from the herbal medicine warehouse. Have you finished your meal? Go and learn how to identify and sort them."

"Working in the Imperial Hospital not only involves sorting out pulse records, but also requires a deep understanding of various medicinal herbs."

"I...but..."

"Don't say but, just go quickly."

Lu Ziqing looked at Gou Yuanpan's departing back and sighed silently.

"Another day of hunger."

At the back door of the herbal medicine storehouse, two firemen were unloading goods from a horse-drawn cart under the scorching sun, piling up a small hill on the road.

The eunuch in charge stood under the shade of a tree, holding a whisk in his arm, and urged the two fire starters.

"Hurry up, move everything into the warehouse. Stop dawdling. And you, haven't you eaten yet?"

Before Lu Ziqing got close, the eunuch in charge saw him from a distance and shouted at him in a shrill voice.

"Hey you, come over here and help me move."

Lu Ziqing walked over, rolled up his sleeves, and grabbed the sack. He suddenly felt it was heavy and couldn't move it for a while. It must have weighed at least more than two hundred pounds.

Those two little firemen are so skinny and small, no wonder they can’t be moved.

He grabbed the sack, held his breath, and slammed it over his shoulder with such a quick movement that the three people next to him were so shocked that they stared at him in amazement.

Even the people passing by the back door of the government office across the street slowed down their pace and looked at him.

"This guy is so strong!"

"He looks like a weak scholar, but I didn't expect him to be so strong."

"........."

Lu Ziqing raised his arm to wipe the sweat off his cheeks, immersed in the conversations of the people around him, and continued to carry who knows how many sacks of medicine.

"Brother Li, you promised last time that you would introduce Miss Yuyan to me. I'm free tonight."

"You don't have time to spare. When I came here just now, I saw that Xianglan Courtyard was in turmoil. It seemed like they had encountered assassins. The Jinyiwei were rushing towards West Street."

These two whispered conversations just happened to float past Lu Ziqing from behind. He stopped suddenly and immediately thought of Chu Yi who was still there.

Did the masked killers discover him?

With a "thud", the sack fell to the ground and Lu Ziqing ran away.

By the time the three eunuchs reacted, the man had disappeared, leaving only a sack at the door.

The eunuch in charge was so angry that he shouted "Come back" three times.

The street outside Xianglan Courtyard was filled with people watching the excitement. Lu Ziqing squeezed into the crowd, breathing heavily, and looked up.

The attic doors and windows were knocked off and landed on the extended eaves. Inside the window, Chu Yi was fighting fiercely with several masked killers.

Two assassins attacked from behind and slashed Chu Yi's back with two knives.

"Oh!" The people watching the excitement downstairs screamed.

A group of Jinyiwei rushed over quickly, some rushed into the building, and the others drove away the crowd outside.

Lu Ziqing rushed in like a gust of wind while no one was paying attention. Before he could go upstairs, he saw Chu Yi being surrounded and beaten into the corridor, and was stabbed several times in succession.

The Jinyiwei were also involved in the fight. One of them slashed the masked man's neck with a knife, and he fell from the second-floor railing with blood on the spot.

There was a heavy thud when it hit the table.

Lu Ziqing yelled at Chu Yi, "Master Chu!"

When Chu Yi saw him, he immediately threw away the black cloth bag in his arms.

"Then, everything is up to you."

The black cloth bag was thrown into the air, and a masked killer suddenly climbed onto the guardrail, leaped forward, and cut the cloth bag with a knife.

The memorials, booklets and letters inside were scattered.