Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

"Clang-"

Two top-quality jade elk jars were smashed to pieces on the ground.

Chen Jing frowned, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He covered his trembling hands and half-lay on the table, gasping for breath.

"Go away, don't come near me." He shouted, "Go away quickly."

The palace maids who were serving stood by with anxious faces, and there were five or six imperial doctors gathered in the room, and no one dared to get close.

Chen Jing looked irritable. He hurried to the wooden cabinet on the side, grabbed the white jade vase and smashed it to the ground.

"Go, all of you." He suppressed the anger in his heart, "If you don't leave, I will... kill you."

The eunuch asked the imperial physician, "Imperial Physician Lu, Imperial Physician Xu, what's wrong with our Crown Prince?"

Doctor Xu is the Right Court Judge of the Imperial Medical Service, Xu Shizhang.

This man was about the same age as Judge Gou, but he looked much kinder and gentler than the man named Gou.

He has an upright figure, with some graying hair and beard, and has a Taoist charm.

"Please ask Eunuch Yang to call a few more people to hold the prince down so we can treat him."

"This..." Eunuch Yang hesitated. "How dare we, servants, press the Crown Prince? It would cost us our lives. Please ask the imperial physician to think of another way."

Lu Quan said, "Eunuch Yang also saw it. It's not that we don't want to find a solution, but the prince doesn't allow anyone to get close to him. This... we really..."

Eunuch Yang looked troubled. "The Crown Prince has been ill for over a month now. This is the third time the imperial doctors have come to see him. If this continues, I'm afraid..."

The prince's illness had always been treated by Lu Quan, and he could understand the implicit meaning of the words.

"The prince's condition has not improved, and it's not just a matter of diagnosis and treatment. His diet and daily life are also crucial."

"Alright." Xu Shizhang glanced at him, "Now we should find a way to heal the prince, not talk about anything else."

As he was speaking, Lu Ziqing, who had been standing at the back observing, walked straight past the crowd and came to the front.

"His Royal Highness is offended."

He stepped over the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and walked towards the corner. The prince suddenly grabbed the glass bowl on the low shelf and threw it at him.

Lu Ziqing quickly dodged to the side, stepped forward and grabbed the prince's arm, pulled him out and pressed him on the chair, then raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

"My Lords, hurry up."

Everyone present was stunned. Xu Shizhang and Lu Quan hurriedly examined one hand each, thinking over and over.

Chen Jing kept moving, and he was quite strong. Lu Ziqing's face was a little tense, and he pressed down hard on both his shoulders and arms.

Eunuch Yang was afraid that his prince would be hurt, so he stared at what Lu Ziqing was doing.

His expression was sometimes shocked, sometimes relaxed, and it looked quite complicated.

Lu Ziqing was afraid that if he suppressed the prince for too long, he would harm him and he would not be able to bear the consequences.

"My Lords, are you ready?"

After a long discussion, Xu Shizhang and Lu Quan finally finished their discussion and discussed it with several imperial physicians outside.

Lu Ziqing glanced outside and quietly grabbed the prince's wrist.

According to the rules, trainee doctors were not qualified to see patients, so he only saw patients secretly when the imperial doctors were away.

The prince's arms were trembling slightly and he was irritable and easily angered, but he did not feel nausea or vomiting, nor did he have a high fever or chills.

Lu Ziqing pondered secretly, then reached out and held the prince's jaw, pinching his mouth open. His gums were swollen and congested, and the lower edge of the gums was faintly blue with gray.

"This is……"

Before he could finish being surprised, Chen Jing took advantage of his momentary distraction and suddenly grabbed both of his wrists, forcing his hands to be pressed against his face so that he could not move.

"How dare you! How dare you restrain me!"

Lu Ziqing broke free from Chen Jing's hand, stepped back a few steps and knelt down.

"Your Highness, please forgive me. I just did this because of your illness."

Chen Jing frowned, grabbed the handrail, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Quick, quick, give me some medicine."

Several imperial doctors outside were still discussing it.

"I don't think the symptoms are any different from before."

"You say it's the same? The condition has obviously worsened this time. The previous prescription can no longer be used."

"The Crown Prince was previously suffering from a deficiency of Qi and blood, and since it is summer now, the extreme heat must have caused a heat stroke, hence his convulsions."

"What Imperial Physician Lu said makes sense. The dry heat of summer can cause irritability and loss of appetite, making heatstroke inevitable."

Lu Ziqing stood nearby, looking as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak, nor did he have the right to speak, so he held it in until he was off duty.

It started to rain lightly in the evening.

After dinner, Wu Ji yawned and returned to his bedroom.

This kid has changed his habit of staying up late since he started working in the Imperial Pharmacy, and he would rather stay in bed and not get up for a while.

The other two finally had some peace and quiet.

Su Chengfeng propped up his head, stretched out his legs, and lay on his side on the low couch.

"We've been in the capital for a while now, but we still have no clue about Master Xi's matter. The palace is so huge, where should we start?"

"I've also been secretly observing the jade pendant incident. Most of them belong to minor officials and families who can't afford to wear such fine items. However, there is one high-ranking official who seems to be..."

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, "Who is that eunuch who holds the seal of the Imperial Household Department? He's the one who brought us into the Imperial Hospital."

"He did have a fine piece on him, comparable to the collection in our shop number one, but it's a pity it's not what we're looking for."

Lu Ziqing lowered his eyes to read the medical book, and raised his eyelids when he heard the voice.

"That magnolia jade is of top quality. How could it be found on the property of a minor official? This kind of jade is usually a tribute, and would only be in the hands of concubines in the harem or a high-ranking minister. It would certainly not be seen in the imperial pharmacy."

He put down the medical book and said, "A few days ago, I got some information from a noble man."

Su Chengfeng's eyes lit up, he sat up and asked, "What news?"

"Actually, it's not exactly certain. We just saw a piece of jade of the same type as the one we are looking for," said Lu Ziqing.

"It is indeed a tribute that only the emperor has. The noble said that we can only find it in the Imperial Household Department."

Su Chengfeng pondered, "The Imperial Household Department is supervised by a group of people, and we don't know any of them."

"So now we can only wait and slowly look for opportunities."

The candlelight in the room flickered softly, and outside the window, drizzle fell obliquely, making a rustling sound as it landed on the roof.

Lu Ziqing closed her beautiful eyes, sat cross-legged on the mat, and clasped her hands on her dantian.

Su Chengfeng closed half of the window for him, looked at the upright sitting posture from the side, and asked softly.

"Why don't you just sit down tonight and rest early?"

He would sit there like a wooden statue for an entire hour. Su Chengfeng often felt tired for him. It would be more refreshing to practice martial arts with a sword.

Seeing that the man didn't respond, he knew that he had entered a state of meditation, so he quietly went out and closed the door.

It was still early, so Su Chengfeng went to Fucaifang in Xicheng and bought some meat and vegetables.

He pushed open the door of the courtyard in the drizzle. The light was on in the inner room. He walked through the main room to the kitchen. There was a pile of vegetables scattered on the ground and a puddle of water.

"What did this guy do again?"

Su Chengfeng muttered to himself, put the meat on the chopping board, turned and entered the bedroom, and saw Yang Zhounan sitting naked on the edge of the bed, biting a piece of white cloth in his mouth, and wrapping his other hand around his arm.

"You came."

"What's wrong?" Su Chengfeng walked over and took over to help. "Didn't you change the medicine during the day? Why are you taking it apart?"

Yang Zhounan saw that he was wet and there were water droplets hanging on his hair.

"Why did you come here without an umbrella?"

Su Chengfeng looked at the wound on his arm, remembered the water spilled in the kitchen, and answered irrelevantly, "I came late today because of something."

He bandaged the wound with gauze and dressed Yang Zhounan without even looking at him.

"I'm going to cook now."

"Wait a minute."

Su Chengfeng turned around and saw a bath towel covering his face. It smelled of the sun. He pulled it off and saw Yang Zhounan handing him a folded piece of clothing.

"Dry your hair and put this on."

Su Chengfeng looked at him speechlessly, "I'm not a girl, how can I be so precious? After a while..."

"Hurry up and change." Yang Zhounan's expression was one of commanding, but not too serious. "I'm hungry."

Su Chengfeng came out of the house wearing a black and blue long gown with a cross collar and narrow sleeves. The fine golden curls on his shoulders shone with the light and shadow. The fabric was flowing and had dark patterns on it.

He is tall and well-proportioned, and this outfit makes him look even more handsome and stylish, and also very...sexy.

Yang Zhounan leaned against the kitchen door frame, his eyes sliding from his shoulders to his slender waist, and he swallowed unconsciously.

"Isn't your outfit too exaggerated? If I get it dirty while I'm working, I'll have to wash it again."

Su Chengfeng looked around and walked through the kitchen door as if he was a careless person. The breeze and breath he brought with him swept across Yang Zhounan's face. He subconsciously closed his eyelids lightly, and felt inexplicably nervous for a moment.

He coughed lightly and followed her gaze, "You're dressed appropriately, so this is for you."

"Forget it. I'm used to being rough and can't wear something this good."

Su Chengfeng cut the meat without looking back. After a while, he made two dishes and a soup. He only took a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Yang Zhounan went to the cabinet and took out a glass and some wine and handed it to him, "Drink some more."

He watched Su Chengfeng pouring wine and eating by himself, and asked casually: "I always thought that the young doctor had no martial arts skills, but I didn't expect that his martial arts skills were quite good."

Su Chengfeng suddenly raised his eyelids and looked at him. He drank the wine with a little hesitation and poured another glass.

"When I'm around, he doesn't need to use force."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhounan paused with his hand picking up the food, looked at him, and asked involuntarily.

"You two are very close, how did you meet?"

Su Chengfeng said: "I was a homeless child. He picked me and my brother up when we were young and treated our illnesses. We grew up together. He is my only relative in the world."

Yang Zhounan nodded, "You have a younger brother?"

"He's not a relative, he's just like me." Su Chengfeng said, "If I don't take him with me, he'll die."

"I didn't expect that you, at such a young age, still have such a chivalrous heart."

Su Chengfeng smiled bitterly, "People like us can only survive if we stick together for warmth."

Outside the house, a drizzle fell, taking away some of the heat. A breeze passed through the kitchen window, bringing a hint of coolness.

The two chatted for a long time. When Su Chengfeng finished packing and was about to leave, Yang Zhounan called him.

"It's curfew, let's stay here tonight."

The rain had stopped when Lu Ziqing walked out of the room. It was late at night and the place was quiet. Most of the servants had gone to bed. All the gatehouses were closed and pitch black.

He picked up the medicine box and walked out of Chongcuixuan, going to the main courtyard. Xiao Yan's door was closed. He had been living in the Marquis' Mansion for a while, and he rarely saw that person at night.

Several warm yellow stone lamps were lit in the courtyard, and the bamboo branches rustled in the breeze.

Lu Ziqing only discovered in the past few days that in addition to various flowers and plants, the most common green plant in the Marquis' Mansion was bamboo.

Especially Chongcuixuan.

Talking about the scholar's hobbies, he had no other interests except medicine and herbal medicine, but he only loved osmanthus and green bamboo.

These two things are extremely insignificant, but for Lu Ziqing they are memories of his hometown.

While others were enjoying the scenery during the day, he was the only one who enjoyed the night view. Unknowingly, he walked through the corridor and came to the large garden in the outer courtyard.

At this time, a few humming and shouting were heard in the distance.

Lu Ziqing followed the sound and after a while he arrived at a lake, he was extremely surprised.

"There is such a large lotus lake here."