Black Lotus Physician’s Survival Guide

Chapter 13

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That same day, the emperor sent someone to the Imperial Medical Bureau to take away the trap.

There were more than twenty eunuchs and palace maids on duty in Ninghe Hall. What happened in the hall and Wen Qingci's words were soon spread by them.

There was no movement in the palace for the time being, and everything fell into the calm before the storm.

The weather is clear and snowy, and the waist is slender.

The slight sound of weapons colliding broke the tranquility of the afternoon.

Wen Qingci was about to feed the rabbit when he looked up and suddenly saw that the guards guarding outside the Imperial Medical Bureau had been replaced by several unfamiliar faces.

Just as he was wondering, the imperial physician Yu Guanlin came out from the front hall holding a teacup.

And following Wen Qingci's line of sight, they looked outside together.

“… No matter who brought the trapped animals into the palace, the guards are responsible,” the old doctor stroked his beard with a smile and said casually, “The guards in Taishu Palace have been replaced in recent days. I heard that even the eunuchs and palace maids will be thoroughly investigated.”

After saying that, Yu Guanlin raised his cloudy dark brown eyes and slowly looked at Wen Qingci.

He is observing himself—

Wen Qingci's heart suddenly tightened.

Not only did the emperor want to take advantage of this incident, but Concubine Lan also obviously wanted to take this opportunity to take control of the order of Taishu Palace in her own hands.

"Hmm," Wen Qingci smiled and leaned over, gently touching the white rabbit in the cage, "I see."

He didn't seem to mind it.

The old doctor, who was over 70 years old, lowered his hand from his beard and said, "I am getting old. I have been sitting at the desk for an hour and my back and waist are aching. It seems that in two years, I will have to return home to beg for my bones..." He took a sip of tea and smiled as he walked into the hall, "Heroes have always emerged from youth. I am relieved that Doctor Wen will be here for the future."

"You are very experienced and have superb medical skills, so why talk about..." Wen Qingci was organizing his words to compliment the other party, but before he could finish his words, Yu Guanlin suddenly stopped where he was and turned to look at him.

The old doctor narrowed his eyes, shook his head and said, "The most taboo thing in life is the word 'greed', and the most important thing is 'duty'. I have reached the end of my life as a doctor, and I have no interest in other things... and I shouldn't be interested in them."

Finally, he sighed again: "Over the past few decades, there have been many people in the Imperial Medical Bureau who are better than me in medical skills. But I was able to get to where I am today and become the head of the hospital because of what I just said."

At first glance, his words sounded like a doctor who was about to retire, lamenting to his juniors about the ups and downs he had experienced over the years.

But Wen Qingci's hand, which was stroking the rabbit, paused.

It was no secret in the palace that Yu Guanlin was greedy for money and a bit of a curry favor with the powerful.

The "greed" and "duty" he just mentioned are not about money.

But... it's about the court.

Yu Guanlin is reminding himself to stay away from politics.

The name "Wen Qingci" had spread throughout Yongdu as early as when he entered the palace.

The recent "corpse recovery" incident made him even more famous.

As an imperial physician, Wen Qingci's presence is too strong.

The weather had not yet warmed up after the snow, and the cold wind was like a knife, cutting through Wen Qingci's chest and lungs along his respiratory tract, and a fishy-sweet taste rose in his mouth.

The original owner's health was not good to begin with, and perhaps it was because he caught a cold in the snow a few days ago, but Wen Qingci's condition has been getting worse in recent days.

He suppressed his discomfort, smiled, raised his eyes, and said calmly: "I am only interested in practicing medicine, and I will let everything else take its course."

Wen Qingci's reaction was so calm that it gave Yu Guanlin the illusion that the person in front of him had already prepared for the worst outcome.

"You—" Yu Guanlin couldn't help but frown.

"Good and bad fortune are determined by fate," Wen Qingci said calmly. He looked into Yu Guanlin's eyes and said with a smile, "Just go with the flow."

His eyelashes cast a shadow, covering his pupils. Yu Guanlin could hardly tell what kind of mood Wen Qingci was in when he said these words.

The old doctor suddenly fell silent.

Wen Qingci guessed that Yu Guanlin must be complaining in his heart that it was difficult to persuade the damned ghost with kind words.

But who said I had no choice

Doing nothing and letting the plot develop will only lead to death...

Instead of waiting for death, it is better to struggle hard.

Although he was more than 50 years younger than him, Yu Guanlin sensed a sense of mystery from the young man in front of him.

At this moment, the front hall suddenly became lively, and a concubine sent a palace maid to see Yu Guanlin for medical treatment.

The old doctor suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, exchanged a few words with Wen Qingci, and then left the courtyard.

In a blink of an eye, Wen Qingci was the only one left in the courtyard.

After feeding the rabbits, Wen Qingci returned to the side hall.

Usually he was the only one here, but in recent days, there was another figure.

A young man in black was sitting at a desk reading a medical book.

—Wen Qingci originally asked him to stay in the courtyard and read, but for some reason, Xie Bufeng insisted on following him here.

"Is there anything you don't understand, Your Highness?" Wen Qingci walked slowly to Xie Bufeng's side. After seeing the title of the book, he reminded him softly, "You'd better read and record the two chapters of "Gold Blade Injury" and "Broken Muscles" in this book carefully."

After saying that, he started coughing softly again.

As a miracle doctor who specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases, it is impossible for him to change Xie Bufeng's medicine every day.

Wen Qingci thought about it and handed the task to Xie Bufeng himself.

The desk was piled with books he had found for the young man, including "Collection of Traumatology" and "Secret Prescriptions for Treating Wounds" etc.

In case Xie Bufeng ends up on the battlefield in the future, it would be a bit of a preparation.

"No." Xie Bufeng shook his head.

"That's good." Wen Qingci went to the window to mix the spices.

Most medical books are obscure and difficult to understand.

But Wen Qingci discovered that Xie Bufeng had no difficulty reading.

This is totally inconsistent with the setting that he grew up alone in Suzhou without any supervision.

Looking at it this way, there are really a lot of hidden plots in "Fu Ming Tang".

A gentle breeze blew away the incense ashes.

Wen Qingci, who was distracted, was caught off guard and accidentally inhaled some into his lungs.

The next second, my chest suddenly felt painful and itchy.

"Cough cough cough..." He subconsciously put the handkerchief to his lips.

Wen Qingci originally thought that this time it was the same as usual and he would be fine after coughing a few times.

Unexpectedly, a few seconds later, he suddenly felt an itchy tingling sensation in his chest, as if hundreds of ants were gnawing at it.

Immediately afterwards, my heart began to ache violently.

Along with this, there is also an irresistible feeling of dizziness.

In a trance, he saw Xie Bufeng put down the book in his hand and looked at him.

"Ahem... It's okay, Your Highness... Just continue reading." Wen Qingci clenched his palms and tried to regulate his breathing.

It’s strange to say, but he took the patient’s pulse several times and couldn’t find anything wrong with him.

Wen Qingci took a lot of medicine these days, but not only did his symptoms not improve at all, he even started coughing up blood more frequently.

"Ahem..."

He accidentally inhaled the incense ash into his body, which was like a flame that ignited his chest and lungs and spread to the whole field in an instant.

The scenery in front of me began to shake.

Blood gushed out uncontrollably, instantly dyeing the moon-white gown red.

My heart started to ache as well.

Something is wrong!

This symptom cannot be explained simply by poor physical condition.

Wen Qingci's thoughts were in a mess. He subconsciously wanted to hold on to something at hand, but before he could touch it, he was grabbed by someone.

Then, there was a dull pain in my arm.

Along with this, the two big words "poison attack" suddenly appeared in Wen Qingci's mind.

The original owner's body had been poisoned long ago!

"Don't move—" Xie Bufeng's voice pulled him back to his senses, "That's an incense burner!"

Xie Bufeng himself had no sense of pain, so when he pulled the person, he had no idea of the severity of the situation.

He tightly grasped Wen Qingci's pale and thin wrist, as if he wanted to crush the other's bones.

There was a rare moment of panic in the boy's amber eyes.

The copper incense burner was scorching hot from the fire.

Wen Qingci's hand almost touched it.

The cinnabar between Wen Qingci's eyebrows was blindingly red at this moment.

He turned around with difficulty and forced a smile towards Xie Bufeng.

Even at this time, Wen Qingci did not seem flustered at all.

"Ahem... The third shelf of the bookshelf, after "On the Broad Epidemic"..." Wen Qingci clutched the fabric on his chest and said with difficulty, "There is a jade bottle there, ahem... Please bring it to me, Your Highness."

The boy walked quickly to the bookshelf and took the thing in his hands.

The moment he handed it to Wen Qingci, the words "Heavenly Sadness" on the jade bottle caught Xie Bufeng's eyes.

How could it be this?!

After taking the medicine that day, he was told:

The poison that Wen Qingci fed himself was called "Tian Ci" and the antidote he prepared was called "Tian Bei".

The development of the matter was completely beyond Xie Bufeng's expectations.

A moon-white outfit, stained red by blood.

The excessive pain caused the corners of his eyes to turn light red...

Wen Qingci stood by the window and poured the pills in the jade bottle into his mouth.

The next second, he finally slowly closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing.

The side hall fell silent.

The only sounds left in Xie Bufeng's ears were the sound of the wind and the soft sound of magnolia flowers falling from the branches.

The breeze lifted the remaining snow and ruffled Wen Qingci's long hair.

His eyes were lightly closed and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, leaving only cinnabar and bloodstains between his eyebrows, which were dazzlingly red.

Even at this time, Wen Qingci remained calm, without any panic.

Amber eyes looked towards Wen Qingci.

The boy's gaze was unconcealed and unbridled, like a wild animal sizing its prey.

Wen Qingci's breathing finally became regular little by little, and he stopped coughing.

Apparently... Tianbei worked for him.

Wen Qingci, like himself, was poisoned by Tianci.

He was clearly right in front of him, yet he seemed to be hidden in the fog, making it difficult to see through him.

This feeling made Xie Bufeng extremely uneasy.

After a few breaths, Wen Qingci slowly opened his eyes.

He wiped the blood from the edge of his lips with a silk handkerchief, glanced at Xie Bufeng and smiled, coughed twice, and then said softly as if he had guessed what the young man was thinking: "Your Highness, if you have anything to ask... just ask."

(End of this chapter)