Although Xie Bufeng's injury was deep, it was not complicated.
The original owner specialized in treating difficult and complicated diseases, and never did such things that were a waste of time and had no technical content.
To avoid OOC, Wen Qingci took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box, gently placed it next to Xie Bufeng, and stood up to walk out of the hall.
But Xie Bufeng did not pick it up.
The young man glanced at the medicine, then gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked around it as if he didn't see it.
Xie Bufeng had no interest in this kind of charity.
As the muscles tensed and exerted force, the wound on the calf tore again.
The scarlet footprints extended all the way from the temple.
But his steps never stopped for a moment.
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Wen Qingci's schedule is packed.
He finally had an hour's break at noon, and he didn't waste it.
“…Mr. Wen, the Yuguang Palace is in front of us. His Highness will temporarily stay here.” The young eunuch led the way while carefully switching the food box to another hand.
In addition to the medicine that had just been prepared, what was contained in it was also the lunch that Wen Qingci had made himself.
In palace fighting novels, the food, clothing and other expenses of unfavored concubines, princes and princesses are often withheld.
Wen Qingci, who knew the routine, conducted a surprise inspection of the meals sent to Yuguang Palace early in the morning, and then found that the kitchen had indeed withheld the good ingredients, and all that was left were inedible fatty chunks of meat, or scraps from unknown parts of the body.
How can the future big boss eat this kind of thing
After some hesitation, Wen Qingci decided to do it himself.
In the original world, Wen Qingci suffered from a congenital disease and was abandoned at birth. He was not adopted until he was five years old by an elderly couple who ran a traditional Chinese medicine clinic.
His adoptive parents were very busy at work, so he learned to cook at a young age.
Whenever he was free, Wen Qingci would deliver prepared meals to the clinic, until the two elders passed away one after another a few years ago.
Yuguang Palace is the most remote courtyard in the entire Taishu Palace.
The terrain here is low-lying and humid, and no one has lived here for over a hundred years.
The trees planted by the previous dynasty blocked out the sun and enveloped the palace gardens, whose vermilion paint had already fallen off. It was clearly noon, but it seemed eerie and spooky.
Wen Qingci took the food box from the young eunuch and said as he gently pushed the palace gate, "Just wait here. I will go in alone."
Unexpectedly, before he finished his words, a stone flew out of the air and headed straight for his eyes.
Like a streak of arrow, piercing the air.
"-Ah!" The little eunuch was so scared that he sat down on the ground.
Wen Qingci:!!!
Without time to think, he instinctively raised his hand to block his eyes.
The next second, the fingertips felt painful.
By the time Wen Qingci reacted, the stone was already in his hand.
Just like playing chess.
The young man in the yard narrowed his eyes and put down the lamb in his arms with a hint of disappointment: "What a pity."
There wasn't a trace of regret or apology in Xie Bufeng's words.
Wen Qingci raised his wrist and slowly rotated the stone in his hand, observing it in the sunlight: "Is this your Highness's gift for today?"
If this blow had landed on the eyes, the consequences would have been disastrous, but Wen Qingci was not angry at all, and even smiled at Xie Bufeng.
The boy's punch hit cotton.
Xie Bufeng raised his eyes, slowly narrowed them, and looked at Wen Qingci carefully.
The sunlight passed through the gaps between the trees and fell into the boy's eyes, turning his pupils into light gold.
Like a wild beast lurking in the jungle.
At this moment, the only thing Xie Bufeng could hear was the eunuch's shouting.
He still didn't hear Wen Qingci's voice.
Even though he already knew that the other party only used him as a rabbit for drug testing, he still couldn't help but test it.
The more he couldn't hear Wen Qingci's inner voice, the more Xie Bufeng wanted to destroy the gentle disguise of the person in front of him. The more he wanted to know... What on earth could have caused Wen Qingci to lose his composure
Wen Qingci was clearly standing right in front of him, but he looked like a cloud floating in the sky.
He was crushed, forced to turn into raindrops and fall into the mud...
Wen Qingci felt his scalp tingling when Xie Bufeng looked at him.
He threw away the stone in his hand, walked straight in, and placed the food box on the stone table in front of Xie Bufeng.
At the same time, he couldn't help but lower his head and secretly rubbed his fingertips.
The original book's introduction to this "fairy-faced Rakshasa" focuses on the medical part.
It was only after Wen Qingci traveled through time and space and accidentally overheard the palace maids chatting that he learned that the hidden weapons and light skills of the Divine Doctor Valley were also well-known in the world.
He was busy catching up on his notes the past few days and had no time to verify.
It was not until he took the call reflexively just now that Wen Qingci was certain that the rumor was true.
The original owner did know about hidden weapons!
Wen Qingci should have been angry as he was almost hit in the eye by a stone.
But this discovery instantly diluted his anger, made him feel better, and gave him more confidence.
When the lid of the box is opened, a refreshing fragrance hits you.
Wen Qingci took out the medicine and the dishes filled with food: "This is an anti-inflammatory and analgesic soup. Your Highness, remember to drink it as soon as possible. Your injury has not yet healed, so it's better to eat something light."
As soon as he finished speaking, a furry little lamb appeared from nowhere. It tilted its head with curiosity and looked at Wen Qingci, bleating twice.
"Little guy, are you hungry too?" Wen Qingci bent down and touched the lamb's head.
The lamb seemed to understand what he said and started jumping up and down on the spot.
Wen Qingci couldn't help but gently pinch its ears again.
The wooden food box was filled with neatly arranged bowls and dishes. The dishes inside were exquisite and rich, completely different from what Xie Bufeng had seen this morning...
In addition to beef bones, there are also angelica and ginseng in the soup bowl, which is obviously not the work of the kitchen.
An absurd idea came into Xie Bufeng's mind:
The dishes in front of you were made by Wen Qingci.
"Your Highness?" Seeing Xie Bufeng standing there motionless, Wen Qingci couldn't help but stand up and chuckled as he waved his hand in front of him, "Aren't you hungry?"
The blue medicinal jade bracelet slid down with his movements.
A slender white wrist and glaring dark purple fingerprints were revealed.
Xie Bufeng looked away.
He saw a dead branch in the interlayer of the food box.
—Wen Qingci once said that he wanted to find a poplar branch for the rabbit to grind its teeth.
"Mr. Wen is really considerate," Xie Bufeng glanced at the table full of food and said sarcastically, "He is equally good to people and rabbits."
rabbit
Why did Xie Bufeng suddenly bring this up...
After saying this, Xie Bufeng picked up the lamb again and turned to walk into the hall.
The lamb was stunned for a moment, then lay on the boy's shoulder and bleated twice to Wen Qing reluctantly.
The boy's figure was still straight, but his steps were a little unsteady.
It is no exaggeration to say that the medicine for injuries in the Divine Doctor Valley is “meat turning bones into flesh”.
It looked like Xie Bufeng not only failed to treat the wound properly, he didn't even use the medicine he left behind.
He had absolutely no intention of appreciating it.
In an instant, what Xie Bufeng had just said resurfaced in Yu Wenqingci's mind.
He suddenly realized that Xie Bufeng seemed to be comparing himself to the rabbit that the original owner used for experiments
The future big boss is still just a sixteen-year-old boy.
It's okay to scare him, right
Wen Qingci did not stop Xie Bufeng, but continued with his actions. He took out the dishes from the food box one by one and placed them on the table, while saying nonchalantly: "Your Highness can rest assured, and there is no need to feel any burden."
The boy paused.
Wen Qingci followed Xie Bufeng's train of thought and continued, "I am not doing this to help you, but just to test the medicine. Only if you are healthy can I continue with the work on hand. This is not pity or sympathy, it is just a deal between us."
Wen Qingci's voice was very soft.
But every word fell heavily on Xie Bufeng's heart.
"Oh, I almost forgot," Wen Qingci put the dishes and chopsticks in place and stood up again, "Today's meals are all made according to my taste. If Your Highness doesn't like it, remember to tell me."
After he finished speaking, he smiled gently at the young man.
Xie Bufeng had experience of being insulted and despised, but he had no experience of receiving people's kindness.
He instinctively rejected it all.
Instead of beating around the bush and saying "this is for your own good", it is better to admit directly that you are taking advantage.
This is in line with the usual logic in Xie Bufeng's world.
The stone table was filled with steaming food, and the aroma went straight into people's nostrils.
The boy slowly hugged the lamb in his arms.
"Okay," Wen Qingci picked up the empty food box and nodded to Xie Bufeng, "I'll ask someone to clean up the dishes in an hour." His footsteps were very light, and a little breeze blew over through the gap in the palace gate. The moon-white figure disappeared like a green cloud.
Yuguang Palace fell silent.
Xie Bufeng still stood there. He rubbed the lamb's head, then let go and let it jump out of his arms.
As soon as he arrived at the door of the Imperial Medical Bureau, Wen Qingci heard a commotion.
"Please, Lord Yu!" A palace maid knelt in front of the imperial physician's desk and begged, "Empress Lan just fainted suddenly, please go and see her!" Her face was full of anxiety.
The green silk skirt worn by the palace maid had long since turned white from being washed, and looked particularly shabby.
The imperial physician's order flew down the paper without even raising his head: "It's Lan Zhaorong."
A few months ago, Concubine Lan was banished to the cold palace and demoted to Zhaorong.
"Yes... yes," the maid was stunned for a moment and continued, "Empress Zhaorong just fainted."
The Imperial Physician finally raised his head, stroked his already graying beard, and asked with a smile, "Now, are you awake?"
Seeing the imperial physician's reply, the maid couldn't wait to say, "He's awake, but..."
The Imperial Physician Yu Guanlin is seventy-three years old this year.
He has been practicing medicine for decades, and has a Taoist air, and his smile is somewhat amiable.
But today, his words made the palace maid feel cold.
Yu Guanlin picked up the pen again, smiled and shook his head, saying, "Isn't it all right then? All right, Miss Ming Liu, you should go back and take care of Empress Zhao Rong as soon as possible. There's no point in wasting time here."
Ming Liu bit her lip tightly... A few months ago, if Concubine Lan even sneezed, let alone fainted, Yu Guanlin would run to ask about her health with the medicine box in hand.
She had seen the fickleness of the world in all these years in the palace... But Concubine Lan and Yu Guanlin had known each other for at least twenty years, and the old doctor had received many gifts from Concubine Lan.
She originally thought that even for the sake of old friendship, Yu Guanlin would have some reaction.
There are more than 200 people in the Imperial Medical Bureau, and the front hall is bustling with people coming and going.
Everyone who passes by here will set their eyes on Ming Liu and whisper to their companions.
She clenched her fists silently.
"Master Yu, I know you are busy, but Lan Zhaorong's health cannot be delayed," Ming Liu's voice was trembling, "Can you send someone to take a look? Just find a random doctor!"
"She suddenly fainted, and the symptoms... are also a bit strange. We have to find out what the disease is." She said through gritted teeth.
The medical officer is equivalent to a modern intern and is the lowest rank in the Imperial Medical Service.
"No, no," Yu Guanlin became impatient. "The Imperial Medical Bureau is already short of staff, no one can spare the time! I advise you to-"
Before Yu Guanlin finished speaking, he was interrupted: "I'll go."
The front hall of the Imperial Medical Bureau fell silent in an instant, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the person who had come.
The "strange symptoms" mentioned by the palace maid aroused his curiosity.
Wen Qingci put down the food box, walked over slowly, nodded gently and said: "Miss Ming Liu, please take me to see Lan Zhaorong."
(End of this chapter)