Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Guo Yuanqi was still asleep. He heard a knock on the door in a daze. He moved his head impatiently, and the beauty in his arms also moved.

There was a hurried knock on the door. He opened his eyes groggily and sat up. His clothes were open and there were lip marks on his chest. He opened the door angrily.

"Qiao Yi?" Guo Yuanqi's anger subsided a bit after seeing who it was. "What's the matter?"

Qiao Yi said, "The King of Zhao has returned and is at Wangjiang Tower."

Guo Yuanqi woke up, dressed neatly, and rode over. He saw a gray-covered carriage parked in the sun. He dismounted at the door of the restaurant, and Qiao Yi tied up his horse and followed him in.

At the tea shop across the street, a man in blue clothes with a small mustache withdrew his gaze and gave instructions to the man next to him.

"Go report this to the general."

"Yes."

Qiao Yi was guarding outside the door while Guo Yuanqi entered the private room. Behind the bead curtain sat a young man in an indigo robe with a white jade pendant with a dragon pattern hanging around his waist.

"It's already noon, can you really sleep?"

Guo Yuanqi restrained his usual ruffian attitude and bowed politely, "I drank too much last night and didn't know the prince was back. Please forgive me."

"Sit down." Chen Qi casually picked up the wine glass and drank. "I just arrived last night and met Feng Qing this morning. Meizhou has such a big commotion this time, and he still has the nerve to ask me to save him. This prefect is getting worse and worse."

Guo Yuanqi sat down and poured Chen Qi some wine. He said, "They've transferred Song Lan away. County Magistrate Yu is already in jail, and County Magistrate Cao Yixiang won't be far behind. They know too much. We'll investigate further later. If Feng Qing is also in jail, then the prince..."

Chen Qi drank and thought for a while, then he said, "Now that things have come to this, I can no longer care about the people below Feng Qing. I'll have someone keep an eye on Meizhou. If necessary, find someone capable to handle the matter. I'll review it first. As for Song Lan, I'll find a solution later."

"Chen Jing caught me off guard this time. I'll settle this score later."

After noon, Yang Zhounan entered the Dingbei Marquis Mansion. There was no one in the courtyard, so Wen Zhong directed him to the kitchen.

Xiao Yanzheng took the herbs and soaked them. Yang Zhounan went over and asked, "How is the young doctor?"

Xiao Yan said, "I finally didn't vomit blood last night. I was able to drink water today, but I didn't have the energy to sleep again."

Yang Zhounan nodded and said something else, "Chen Qi is back, and Guo Yuanqi went to Wangjiang Tower."

"Where are his men?" Xiao Yan asked.

Yang Zhounan said, "A general commander sneaked into a gambling house in North City. He seemed to be from the same hometown as Ji Chengyou, a centurion in our army."

"Gambling house? Fellow townsman." Xiao Yan glanced at him and thought for a moment, "First ask Ji Chengyou about it, then have Lang Si go find the gambling house owner."

At night, Lu Ziqing was still asleep, with a layer of sweat on his neck. Xiao Yan woke him up and fed him medicine.

He hadn't eaten for two days, so he drank some medicine and water. He was so hungry that he felt dizzy and weak. When it was almost midnight, Xiao Yan went to cook some porridge for him.

A few mouthfuls of porridge could only fill his stomach slightly, and Lu Ziqing leaned weakly against the head of the bed.

Xiao Yan put down the bowl, went out to fetch some hot water, sat down on the edge of the bed, and wrung out a handkerchief to wipe his face.

Lu Ziqing reached out to take it and said, "Your Majesty, you don't have to do this yourself. I can do it myself..."

"You're sick now, so just rest. Don't worry about anything else." Xiao Yan blocked his hand and said, "You took care of me before, now it's my turn to take care of you. Take off your clothes..."

After wiping his face, he was about to undress. Lu Ziqing felt a little embarrassed and subconsciously held his hand.

"I can just do it myself."

The hand loosened, and Lu Ziqing opened his underwear. Sweat condensed on his smooth chest, like white jade soaked in water.

Xiao Yan wiped the front of his body, then moved closer, put his arm around Lu Ziqing's shoulders and wiped his back, with his face leaning against the side of his neck. From a distance, this posture looked like they were kissing each other.

Lu Ziqing was originally against excessive physical contact, and she felt very uncomfortable at such a close distance. She could smell the scent of Xiao Yan.

He lowered his head and asked awkwardly, "Okay, okay?"

Xiao Yan turned his head when he heard the sound, and just got close to Lu Ziqing's cheek. He was suddenly stunned, looked at the red ears, and said softly: "Okay."

Xiao Yan hasn't slept much these days. He has to go out to investigate cases and attend social events during the day, and then take care of Lu Ziqing when he comes back at night.

Because of his previous illness and the slow recovery from this trauma, he didn't eat much and often felt hungry at night.

In order to make it easier to take care of him, Xiao Yan did not return to his room these few nights. Instead, he put a small couch next to Lu Ziqing's bed and slept there. Every once in a while, he would get up and cook something for him.

I ate a little more and felt nauseous and uncomfortable in the second half of the night. I even vomited. I curled up in bed, sweating coldly, tossing and turning uncomfortably.

Xiao Yan simply half-lay over, hugged the man and made him lie on his chest, ran his hand along his vest, and fanned him with the other hand.

Late at night when everyone is asleep, you can hear a few cuckoo calls outside.

Lu Ziqing was breathing heavily, his eyelids were about to close, and he groaned in discomfort from time to time. Xiao Yan gently stroked his back until dawn.

The two were still asleep when Su Chengfeng left.

Lu Ziqing didn't go to the Imperial Hospital these days, so Chen Jing made a special trip to the Dingbei Marquis Mansion to take medicine.

Lu Ziqing lay on the bed and took Chen Jing's pulse. He wrote a prescription and gave it to Xiaoliu to boil the medicine. He came every day to take the medicine before leaving.

The Imperial Hospital also started gossiping.

"Lu Ziqing hasn't been here for six days. Hey, do you think he has already..." Doctor Wang asked curiously.

Doctor Sun handed the written prescription to the medicine boy and said.

"It's probably because you vomited so much blood. Have you forgotten that Concubine Fang three years ago was in the same situation as Lu Ziqing? The only difference was that Concubine Fang was greedy for coolness, so she consumed too much iced drink. I remember..."

He thought about it and pointed at Li Limu.

"Well, it's Old Li who should go and see her. Before you even arrived, Concubine Fang died of excessive vomiting of blood."

"Are you talking about Lu Ziqing again?" Doctor Shen, who had just returned from a medical consultation, took over the conversation. "He hasn't been here for the past few days. Is he really dying?"

He sighed with a half-smile, "What do you call this? If you have the life, you can climb up the wealth, but if you don't, you can enjoy it alone."

There were a few laughs in the room.

Li Li glanced at Lu Quan at the next table and said, "Without Lu Ziqing, Imperial Physician Lu would have been able to regain the Crown Prince's favor."

Speaking of this matter, Lu Ziqing was away these few days, but the prince still did not look for Lu Quan, and even the two judges did not come to see him.

Li Limu's words did not make Lu Quan feel relieved, he just smiled perfunctorily.

"Anyway, that charlatan is no longer in the Imperial Hospital, so everyone can focus on their duties in the future."

As he was speaking, Xu Shizhang and Chi Musheng walked in with sweat on their faces.

"Since you gentlemen have so much free time, why don't you sit down and chat?" Chi Musheng wiped the sweat off his face and said indifferently, "We are sweltering."

"Doctor Chi's twists and turns mean that we are being lazy and keeping quiet?" Lu Quan said as he glanced at Chi Musheng's passing back.

"I didn't say that." Chi Musheng was busy writing the pulse report without looking up. "If Lord Lu thinks so, there's nothing I can do."

Lu Quan stroked his beard and smiled, thought for a while, and then stopped beating around the bush.

"I know that Doctor Chi is speaking up for Lu Ziqing. Although you have some personal connections with him, you are somewhat reluctant to see him go. It's a pity that he didn't have this blessing. Doctor Chi, please don't be too sad."

"What do you mean, Lord Lu?" Chi Musheng asked. "We are all colleagues. Could it be that Lord Lu is eager for Lu Ziqing to leave? He was personally appointed to the Imperial Hospital by the Emperor. Is it possible that Lord Lu is dissatisfied with the Emperor's opinion?"

"you……"

"If Lord Lu is dissatisfied, you can petition the Emperor to expel Lu Ziqing from the Imperial Hospital." Chi Musheng said, "Don't gossip about him behind his back all day long. This will damage your reputation as a senior doctor in Xinglin."

Lu Quan stared at him and stood up, "Chi Musheng, don't be so..."

"Okay, stop arguing." Xu Shizhang scolded, glaring at the people in the room.

"You are all highly respected, veteran imperial physicians who hold the rank of eighth-rank. Instead of doing your job properly, you spend all day trying to get Lu Ziqing, a medical student, to leave the Imperial Hospital?"

Xu Shizhang rarely gets angry. Due to their good relationship with Gou Dongxi, when he got angry in the past, he would just give a few mild scoldings, not as furious as he was now.

Everyone present was a little surprised and just listened to the scolding without daring to say a word.

"Ask yourselves." Xu Shizhang pointed at them one by one.

"Ever since Lu Ziqing came to the hospital, Li Limu, you've been busy with the medical files in the filing room that need to be reorganized, and the pulse records that the imperial physicians examine every day. Has he helped you increase your efficiency by more than three times?"

"You, Imperial Physician Sun, always talk about currying favor with the powerful. Lu Ziqing is merely favored by Marquis Dingbei, yet you're jealous of his talent? If you're dissatisfied, you could show off your abilities and ask Marquis Dingbei to appoint you to important positions."

Xu Shizhang's criticism was so loud that the imperial doctors outside gathered at the door.

"Doctor Wang, Doctor Shen." He pointed to the people around him again.

"And those of you behind you, Lu Ziqing often runs errands for you, saving you a lot of trouble, right? Some of you, just because of his low status, have deliberately done bad things to him, right?"

"You've been substituting prescriptions for fake ones, making mistakes in pulse records and accusing people of false accusations. Don't think I don't know. You've risked your life just to discipline a medical student and have him leave the Imperial Hospital. How many lives do you have to live to do this? Who gave you the courage?"

"As for those things, like secretly dumping food into the flowerbed and letting him starve, I'm too embarrassed to even speak of them. As senior doctors, are we doing this? I'm terrified."

"You all look down on him, but his performance speaks for itself. He's humble and diligent, steady and calm, and has relieved so many trivial matters for those present. Even in terms of medical skills, it's no exaggeration to say that as a medical student, he's superior to some of you."

"Our Imperial Hospital is a whole, serving the Emperor and the Imperial Harem together. We share honor, disgrace, life and death. Since the Emperor has assigned him to our Imperial Hospital, we must do our utmost to cultivate him, not to do anything malicious."

Xu Shizhang criticized angrily. The imperial doctors present looked at each other, as if they agreed to something. They lowered their heads with an expression of shame and did not speak for a long time.