Shipin Dalizheng

"Don't be jealous, you're also a brother. I'd like to ask, what were your last names and last names before?"

Rong Qi paused, "Except for Rong San, none of us know our original surnames. As for our given names, they can change at any time. We all temporarily changed them to our current names before we went to look for you."

Rong Tang sighed. They all had miserable lives. They were trained since childhood to work hard for their masters.

"Okay, if you want the surname Rong, then it will remain Rong from now on. This name needs to be changed. The numbers are still too arbitrary. How about this, what do you like to be called?"

Rong Qi was overjoyed. Most people like him only had a numerical code for convenience, but the master's most trusted subordinates were all given formal names by the master.

"Master, please give me a name."

He knelt on one knee and begged, and Rong Tang scratched his head again. He was a bad namer!

Then let the third master name it, so that it won’t have the same name as the men in the village.

He took Rong Qi to see Doctor Zhang, and Doctor Zhang also got rid of Chuncao and came to him.

"Boy, it's time for your injection tonight."

Rong Tang's expression changed. "How many times a day do you give me this injection?"

"Three times!" Doctor Zhang sneered. "Maybe more, it depends on the recovery. Boy, the people around you don't respect me very much!"

Rong Qi felt that as a trusted bodyguard, it was time for him to show his abilities.

His legs gave way and he rolled to the ground, hugging Doctor Zhang's thighs and groaning. "Doctor Zhang, help me, my leg hurts so much! Can you take a look? Is it broken again?"

Doctor Zhang was only an imperial physician and didn't know any martial arts. Rong Qi held him and he couldn't move. He angrily yelled, "Boy, let's see how long you can hide."

He pointed at Rong Qi and said, "You, follow me. I will treat your leg."

Rong Qi got up and limped with Doctor Zhang to the room where he lived. He turned around and gestured for Rong Tang to hide.

"Lie down and let me see if you can act like one."

Rong Qi reluctantly lay down and lifted up his trouser legs. Doctor Zhang looked at his red and swollen legs and curled his lips. "Not bad, it really looks like that."

But after seeing how Rong Qi's leg injury was being treated, he became suspicious, "This isn't a new injury."

"It's an old injury that hasn't fully healed yet. I moved around a lot today and it seems to have flared up."

Doctor Zhang looked at it carefully for a while, pressed it with his hand, and tested Rong Qi's reaction. Based on the frequency of his grinning, he determined the extent of the leg fracture and his face changed.

"Your leg was broken. It wasn't dislocated, but the bone was broken, split diagonally into two or three pieces. There's basically no cure for this kind of injury. It's completely useless. Tell me, who can treat you?"

When Rong Qi heard this, his eyes rolled around, "This is a traveling doctor I met in Jiangnan, he has an immortal look."

He described Doctor Mo Shen's appearance.

Doctor Zhang's eyes were sharp. "It's Mo Huai'en! I didn't expect his medical skills to be so advanced. Tell me quickly, how did he treat it?"

"This is someone's secret. It's not good to tell it out, right?"

Doctor Zhang narrowed his eyes and threatened him, "Don't think I don't know. You guys are all pretending. If I tell His Majesty a secret, you, the boy named Rong, will be deceiving the emperor."

Rong Qi's eyes turned fierce and murderous intent appeared. Doctor Zhang inserted a needle into him, and Rong Qi immediately lost his strength and became limp all over.

Doctor Zhang sneered, "Boy, do you think I can't cure you just because I don't know martial arts? You still want to kill me? Very good, you are very loyal. How about this? You tell me how to connect the broken bones, and how the large piece of flesh on the leg grew back so quickly. I won't tell you the secret, and I will cover it up for you."

These were actually Rong Tang's methods, and it didn't count as betraying Dr. Mo. Rong Qi thought about it and told him.

Hearing that broken bones can be fixed with splints and flesh can be sewn together with needle and thread, Doctor Zhang was distraught. "I haven't seen you for twenty years. Mo Huai'en's medical skills have improved so much. I really can't catch up. No..."

Rong Qi was startled, thinking that he had said something wrong and that he had found a flaw.

"You broke your leg, so you shouldn't be able to walk for months. Why are you limping like this the whole time? Can you even touch the ground with your leg?"

Rong Qi said, "We usually ride horses or cars when we travel. Occasionally, we need to walk, and we always have crutches. Today is special. We were chased and lost our crutches. Oh, I forgot about them at the Ministry of Industry workshop. I also have a horse. I should go find it."

Doctor Zhang disagreed. In his impression, a cane was just a stick. Some of them had patterns carved on them, but they were actually useless.

He opened the medicine box and took out a bottle of ointment. "This is the medicine I made for wounds. It's for external use to reduce swelling and bruises. Your bones are fine. Just lie down for two days and you'll be fine. Be careful not to fight again. I estimate that you will be healed in more than a month."

Rong Qi was speechless. Did he want to fight?

"Our master..."

"Don't worry," Doctor Zhang said sinisterly, "I will cover up for him."

Rong Qi was very worried, but he couldn't move and could only watch Doctor Zhang go to find his master again.

Doctor Zhang walked around the outer courtyard, searching for the house where Rong Tang was hiding. Turning around, he saw Rong Quan hurried over and asked, "Where is your Master Tang resting? Take me to treat his injuries."

Rong Quan knew that Master Tang was feigning serious injury, but he didn't know that Doctor Zhang knew about it. He kindly said, "Doctor, please follow me. The head of the Ministry of Works has just delivered Master Tang's horse and a few other things. I want you to give them to me personally."

Doctor Zhang saw what he was holding in his hand, so he pulled it over and opened it. He saw a few copper hoops and some thin, curved copper tubes. He didn't know what they were for.

She curled her lips and handed it back to Rong Quan, who was speechless.

Rong Tang hid in a small room and slept without turning on the lights. He specifically instructed anyone who knew about it not to tell Doctor Zhang, but he did not tell Rong Quan.

Rong Quan called out from outside the room, "Sir, Imperial Doctor Zhang is here to treat you."

Rong Tang froze for a moment, then slowly got out of bed, turned on the light and opened the door.

As night fell, Doctor Zhang's face looked particularly grim.

"Boy, we meet again."

Rong Quan looked at Master Tang and then Doctor Zhang. He felt Doctor Zhang had ill intentions and could not help but say, "Doctor, Master Tang is in good spirits. We don't need him tonight..."

Doctor Zhang went into the room, closed the door, and locked Rong Quan outside.

"Hey, hey, imperial physician, imperial physician, what are you doing? Cailan, Chuncao, Third Master..."

Doctor Zhang walked towards Rong Tang holding a needle, "Boy, lie down and let me give you a few injections."

Rong Tang licked his lips as he retreated, "No, right? I feel pretty good."

"You are quite good, because you are pretending. Don't think that I can't diagnose you. However, I promised your men to cover up for you, and I will definitely cover up for you. Lie down quickly, or I will go to the palace to report the secret tomorrow."

Rong Tang laughed dryly and retreated to the small bed.

"Doctor Zhang, don't be impulsive. This needle is quite thick. Will it hurt?"

"No, the acupuncture method I have just developed will create a new field in medicine. If it succeeds, it will be recorded in history, and you, my boy, will also be recorded in medical records, and your name will be passed down through the ages."

"What if this doesn't work?"

Doctor Zhang's eyes were deep, "If it doesn't work, of course I won't write it."