Xie Bufeng's movements were very light, as if he was trying to pick the plum blossom from Wen Qingci's neck.
Wen Qingci frowned and immediately held down the rebellious hand. He lowered his voice and warned, "This is the front yard."
"I know."
Xie Bufeng slowly traced the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the mirror with his eyes.
At the same time, he held Wen Qingci's hand in his palm.
He looked at the person in the mirror and said, "My dear, you said you would only be here for half an hour, but now nearly an hour has passed."
Xie Bufeng actually started to haggle with Wen Qingci here.
At the same time, he smiled and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Why didn't I realize before that this mirror in the Imperial Medical Bureau is quite good?"
Xie Bufeng's voice was as calm as usual, and it was difficult to discern his emotions.
It was like handling official business in Jinyi Palace.
But after he finished speaking, he gently rubbed the top of Wen Qingci's head with his chin like a giant dog.
"Stop fooling around, Your Majesty."
The cloak with two buttons open was draped loosely on his body.
Wen Qingci's tone was very serious, but the words he said did not have the slightest bit of lethality.
Xie Bufeng did not lock the door after entering.
It is daytime now, and the Imperial Medical Bureau is bustling with people, and the side hall may receive visitors at any time.
Seeing that the person behind him was still looking for plum blossoms in the snow, and was not moved by his words, Wen Qingci finally gritted his teeth and said, "Let me go, Xie Bufeng!"
Xie Bufeng's fingers suddenly paused.
When he was young, Wen Qingci always called himself "Your Highness, Your Highness", but now he has changed to "Your Majesty".
At this time, Wen Qingci called him by his full name. Instead of being unhappy, Xie Bufeng even wanted him to call him that again.
But before Xie Bufeng could succeed, a sharp "swish" sound suddenly came from outside the side hall.
The tightly closed door of the side hall was pushed open with great force from the outside.
Song Junran, dressed in green, appeared outside the door with a medicine box.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, I am injured and sick. I am not as tough as you are and can withstand the ordeal."
"What do you mean by thick skin? You are so shameless."
"If I hadn't come to get the medicine, what else would he want to do here?"
"You are a beast in human clothing, despicable and shameless!"
The words in Song Junran's heart came crashing down like summer hail, so dense and noisy.
Even Xie Bufeng, who was born accustomed to malice, couldn't help but frown.
Seeing that Xie Bufeng was distracted, Wen Qingci immediately took the opportunity to put on his cloak, pushed away the other's hand and walked aside.
"Thank you for your hard work, senior brother. I'll take the medicine first and return it to you after I'm done with it." He walked to Song Junran and took out the scar removal medicine from the medicine box.
Song Junran stared at Xie Bufeng warily and nodded slowly: "Okay."
At the end, he suddenly added: "Apply this medicine yourself. If there is anything you can't see, come to me."
"Okay, I understand, brother."
Although he was his senior brother, Wen Qingci was still too embarrassed to look up at him when he thought that Song Junran had heard what he had just said.
The voice also unconsciously became smaller.
From the corner of his eye, he saw a black figure standing not far away, frowning and walking to the desk.
Then he suddenly said something ambiguous: "Master Song, do you always talk so much?"
talkative
Song Junran did say a lot, but he clearly hadn’t said much since he entered the room today…
Wen Qingci paused for a moment and suddenly realized—his senior brother was most likely cursing Xie Bufeng in his heart!
But how much did senior brother curse at Xie Bufeng to force him to say such words
*
It has rained for several days in a row, and today we finally welcomed a rare sunny day.
Not long after dawn, a horse-drawn carriage drove out of Taishu Palace, slowly crossed the long street, and stopped outside the Anping General's Mansion in the south of Yongdu City.
Knowing that Wen Qingci was coming, the people from General Anping's mansion had already been waiting here early.
Before the car arrived at the mansion gate, Wen Qingci saw it through the curtain.
—The area around Anping General’s Mansion was heavily guarded early on, and there was no one on the streets.
The young master in the mansion all wore court robes.
The general's wife even changed into the phoenix robe of a lady of noble rank, just like him.
Although the season has passed the Beginning of Autumn, the power of the autumn heat is still there.
Seeing this scene from afar, Wen Qingci felt a little hot.
"—Lord Wen has arrived."
As the servant's voice deliberately became higher and more exaggerated, Wen Qingci slowly walked down from the carriage.
The imperial physician named Huo Yike jumped off the carriage behind him.
Wen Qingci paused for a moment, and before the people guarding outside the General Anping Mansion could react, he quickly stepped forward, bowed and said, "I am Wen Qingci from the Imperial Hospital, greeting the General's wife and Lord Zhan."
Before coming here, Wen Qingci had already inquired about it. General Anping's eldest son had been stationed in the north with him. The person standing outside at this time should be General Anping's second son, Zhan Mingjiang, who worked in the Ministry of War.
"I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it—"
"Hello, Master Wen. I have long heard of your great name!"
Zhan Mingjiang was so frightened by Wen Qingci's gift that his whole body trembled.
He immediately bowed and bowed in return, wishing he could kneel on the ground.
Everyone in the world knows the relationship between Wen Qingci and Xie Bufeng.
Naturally, they did not dare to treat Wen Qingci as an ordinary imperial physician.
But... even in the previous dynasties when homosexuality was prevalent, there had never been a male queen.
So how should I call him
Who would have thought that before he could come up with an answer, Wen Qingci would already be polite.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans instantly appeared on Zhan Mingjiang's forehead.
My body couldn't stop shaking.
Seeing the other party's nervousness and embarrassment, Wen Qingci immediately said: "Since I came here today as an imperial physician, you can just call me Imperial Physician Wen."
"Yes," Huo Yike nodded hurriedly, standing aside, "Master Wen has always been easygoing. When we were in the Imperial Medical Bureau, we all called him that."
Wen Qingci smiled and nodded, then asked softly, "Where is the general now?"
"Yes, yes!" Zhan Mingjiang finally recovered. He stood up and made a "please" gesture to Wen Qingci, and walked quickly with him to the courtyard, "Doctor Wen, this way, my father was sick again this morning. He was supposed to come with us to greet you outside the mansion, but today he is in so much pain that he doesn't even have the strength to get up... It's really rude."
"General, your illness has not yet healed. It is most important for you to have a good rest."
Wen Qingci's voice was soft and gentle, which inexplicably made people feel at ease.
After hearing his words, Zhan Mingjiang, who was so nervous that he was sweating just yesterday, couldn't help but relax a little.
Wen Qingci's nickname "Fairy-faced Rakshasa" was so famous that everyone in Yongdu had heard of it.
Before seeing Wen Qingci today, they couldn't help but feel a little scared...
After meeting him, I realized that Wen Qingci was not as difficult to get along with as I had imagined.
After thinking about this, Zhan Mingjiang couldn't help but turn around and look at the general's wife.
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.
Although two days had passed, Wen Qingci's body still felt sore and weak.
His steps were not fast and his movements were very light.
I was afraid that if I wasn't careful, the marks on my neck and arms would be exposed...
The ointment from Divine Doctor Valley is very useful.
Even scars from snake bites can be removed.
But Wen Qingci's skin was too pale, and the red marks on it were particularly glaring.
Until now, the traces of plum blossoms have not disappeared.
"Please come in, Doctor Wen. My father is in this room—" Zhan Mingjiang pushed the door open.
The next moment, the bitter air filled the room along with the smoke, rushing out of the room.
Hearing the noise outside, General Anping, who was lying on the couch, forced himself to get up and salute.
Seeing this, Wen Qingci quickly quickened his pace, walked up to him and said, "General, please take a rest."
"Sorry...sorry to trouble you, Lord Wen..." General Anping said with great difficulty.
Wen Qingci quickly shook his head and said softly, "This is my job."
As a general, he is over fifty years old, but still in good health.
What was inconsistent with his muscles was that his face was not only pale and lifeless, but he was also so weak that he could not even speak clearly.
He obviously looked very ill.
Seeing him like this, the general's wife, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but secretly wipe the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.
The atmosphere in Anping General's Mansion was particularly solemn.
General Anping's illness is not a big deal in modern times.
But in this era, we have almost one foot at the gate of hell.
The people in the general's mansion had almost given up hope before, but they didn't expect that after using the prescription prescribed by Wen Qingci, the pain was actually relieved.
But the prescription was just as he said, it only treated the symptoms and not the disease.
It can relieve pain after using it.
But he was getting visibly weaker day by day.
Today the weather is clear and the temperature will continue to rise.
After Wen Qingci asked the general's wife and Zhan Mingjiang to change clothes, he began to observe, smell, ask and feel the patient's condition, not daring to waste even a moment.
When he touched the other person's wrist, Wen Qingci discovered that General Anping's body temperature was extremely high.
He must have been forcing himself to communicate with himself just now.
If it weren't for Wen Qingci, most of the people in Anping General's Mansion would have been in despair.
Therefore, when they first heard Wen Qingci's idea, although they were surprised and frightened, they decided to give it a try and try it out.
Due to the limitations of the times, Wen Qingci had no way to conduct imaging examinations.
However, the patient's sallow complexion, rising body temperature, and very obvious abdominal pain had already met the indications for surgery.
Considering General Anping's condition, we shouldn't delay any further.
After the examination, Wen Qingci said to Huo Yike in a slow voice: "The pulse is stringy, slippery and rapid... We should prepare as soon as possible."
Hearing this, Huo Yike immediately cooperated and wrote down everything Wen Qingci said.
Then he asked: "What preparations should be made?"
Who among those who could enter the Imperial Medical Service would not have an obsession with "medicine"
After accepting Wen Qingci's theory, he couldn't help but be eager to try it out.
Seeing Huo Yike's excitement, Wen Qingci smiled and shook his head gently, then turned around and continued to ask General Anping: "I wonder if the general has suffered from other diseases? Or has he ever had heart and lung pain?"
After a pause, General Anping slowly shook his head and said with some difficulty: "No, no..."
Hearing this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Everything has risks.
Before the operation, it was necessary to confirm whether General Anping had any heart disease.
"Never?" Wen Qingci couldn't help but confirm with him again.
General Anping thought for a long while, and finally nodded solemnly: "Yes."
"That's good."
Come to think of it, General Anping has been on the battlefield.
"When will Lord Wen start?" Huo Yike asked. Wen Qingci thought for a while and said softly, "Maybe in five days. I need to prepare first."
Cholecystectomy is a very common surgery. Although Wen Qingci studied traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life and died accidentally in his sophomore year, his adoptive father also underwent this surgery a few years ago.
Wen Qingci, who was taking care of him in the hospital at the time, also learned some knowledge from this.
For example, the most traditional open cholecystectomy surgery has long been eliminated in modern times.
Nowadays, most surgeries are performed laparoscopically, leaving only three small dot-shaped scars.
Traditional surgical methods not only have a slow wound healing rate, but also require general anesthesia.
Anesthesia may be the biggest problem that needs to be faced when performing surgery in this era.
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but purse his lips.
His expression also became a little serious.
—
Wen Qingci gave General Anping and his family a few more words of advice, then walked out with Huo Yike.
It's a cloudless day today.
The sunlight fell on Wen Qingci's body, making his face even paler.
When he was about to board the carriage, Huo Yike, who had been observing Wen Qingci, finally couldn't help but call the person next to him and asked hesitantly and uncertainly: "Master Wen, what are you thinking about? What problems have you encountered?"
As soon as he said this, he realized that he shouldn't have asked that.
If Wen Qingci really encountered a problem, there would be nothing he could do.
Besides, would a famous doctor like him really be willing to admit that he also encounters problems
You are so talkative. You are so talkative.
Just as the young imperial physician was struggling with his dilemma, Wen Qingci suddenly stopped.
He turned around, nodded slowly and said, "Yes, there is a small problem, but... it's not too troublesome."
Wen Qingci's tone was extremely sincere and sounded no different from usual.
Hearing this, Huo Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Then he asked, "What trouble has the Lord encountered?"
"When the gallbladder is removed, general anesthesia should be used. That's what I was thinking about just now."
"Anesthesia... Haven't you tried it before?" Huo Yike recalled that when Concubine Lan gave birth to the little princess, Wen Qingci seemed to have encountered the same problem.
Wen Qingci laughed slowly, he naturally remembered that incident as well.
In fact, he had the idea of studying anesthetics a long time ago - a few years ago, Wen Qingci found a poison that could paralyze the nerves, modified it and used it as an anesthetic.
Even animal experiments have been done several times.
It was not until Concubine Lan was in danger that he finally used it on a person.
At that time, I had no memory and was not sure if I could control the dosage, so I thought... If there was really no other way, I would use my blood to detoxify Lan Fei.
But now, Wen Qingci will no longer do this.
This behavior is extremely irresponsible to both yourself and the patients.
Besides...if something really happened to me, what would Xie Bufeng do
"Yes, I have tried it once, but I still need a few days to determine the dosage."
"I understand!" Huo Yike couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It was noon when the two came out of Anping General's Mansion in the morning. The red sun was hanging high in the sky and the streets were filled with hot air.
Wen Qingci's face also became paler under the sunlight.
Huo Yike was frightened by Wen Qingci's expression and said quickly, "Okay, Master Wen, please get in the car quickly! It's too hot outside today. We can't stand in the sun anymore."
"Okay, let's go back to the palace first." Wen Qingci nodded slowly.
Just as Huo Yike said, Wen Qingci was indeed feeling a little uncomfortable under the scorching sun.
His head felt a little dizzy, and even the scenery around him became blurry.
It was not until he got on the carriage and returned to the shade that Wen Qingci felt better.
With a slight sound, the carriage drove away from the heavily guarded Anping General's Mansion and headed towards another bustling long street.
Although there was no special decoration on this carriage, when people around saw it coming out from here, they still cast their curious eyes on it.
Through the thin wall of the carriage, Wen Qingci heard people discussing General Anping's illness on the street.
"…Who is this? Are you here to visit the general?"
"I think so."
"Maybe he came to see the general for the last time!"
"Your Majesty is really... He loses his mind every time he encounters something related to this imperial physician. How could he allow that person to play with the general's life and death?"
There are many people in the general's mansion and the news of the operation has spread.
Now, most of the people in Yongdu are watching this matter.
In addition to those who are curious and looking forward to the results of the surgery, there are also some people who are skeptical about it.
They didn't believe Wen Qingci's surgery would be successful.
He also combined this incident with previous rumors.
Then I thought that Xie Bufeng was blinded by the beauty.
Wen Qingci slowly lowered the bamboo curtain, clenched his palms, and slowly closed his eyes.
This operation means a lot to me.
If the operation is successful, the people of Wei Dynasty will be able to completely put aside their doubts about him, and his theories will be able to be spread smoothly.
The significance of surgery goes beyond this.
General Anping was willing to trust Wen Qingci not only because of his medical skills, but also because of Xie Bufeng.
—The current emperor is endorsing Wen Qingci with the trust of an emperor and even the entire empire.
Wen Qingci, who had been misunderstood by the world for more than ten years, did not care about having another "crime" added to his name.
But he didn't want to let down Xie Bufeng's trust in him at all.
I don't want anyone to think that Xie Bufeng is nepotistic and incompetent because of this incident.
*
The carriage slowly drove back to Taishu Palace.
It was not known whether it was due to heatstroke or some other reason, but when Wen Qingci returned to the Imperial Medical Bureau, not only was his face pale, but even his steps became unsteady.
Huo Yike was frightened by his behavior.
The young imperial physician quickly put down everything else he was doing and helped Wen Qingci back to his residence.
As soon as I walked out of the yard, the door creaked open.
"My dear—"
Before Xie Bufeng could finish his words, he saw that the young imperial physician named Huo was holding Wen Qingci's arm and looking at him anxiously.
Wen Qingci had her long hair loose and her thin lips tightly pursed.
Even the raven-black eyelashes were trembling weakly.
The only thing left on the entire face that still had some color was the cinnabar mole.
The light amber eyes turned extremely cold in an instant.
Huo Yike felt a chill on his back and instinctively wanted to kneel down and salute.
Xie Bufeng slowly helped Wen Qingci over, and said coldly, "No need, leave."
"Yes, it's Your Majesty!" Huo Yike breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care about anything else and immediately turned around and ran to the front yard.
After he left, the weak Wen Qingci finally slowly raised his eyes and looked at Xie Bufeng.
Xie Bufeng, dressed in black, frowned, "I said I wanted to go with you, but you sent me back. Look at your body, what if something happens outside?"
Xie Bufeng's tone sounded cold at first, but only he himself knew how nervous he was at that moment.
"Just stay in the house today—"
Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by Wen Qingci.
Wen Qingci, who was supported and standing by the door, suddenly looked up at Xie Bufeng: "… Your Majesty, I am a little tired, can you carry me back?"
He said with a gentle laugh.
The midday sun shines through the leaves of the magnolia tree, turning into round mirrors and shattering on the ground.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly due to the glaring sunlight.
Wen Qingci's voice became especially weak as his body grew weaker.
It was so light that Xie Bufeng almost thought that the words just said were an illusion.
Qingci: What did he just say
This was the first time Wen Qingci took the initiative to ask Xie Bufeng to hug him.
His Majesty the Emperor completely forgot everything he had just wanted to say.
His heart began to beat rapidly.
For a moment, I even forgot how to hug.
"Ahem... Your Majesty?"
It was not until Wen Qingci couldn't help coughing that Xie Bufeng finally came to his senses.
He bent down and carefully held Wen Qingci in his arms.
He turned around, hugged her, walked into the yard, and sat under the magnolia tree.
The magnolia trees in early autumn are still lush green.
The grass under the trees had not turned yellow.
Wen Qingci saw... There were two small jade cups on the small table at hand.
The cup is filled with wine.
"Your Majesty, is that plum wine?"
Wen Qingci felt that he seemed to smell a familiar fragrance.
"Yes," Xie Bufeng said as he tidied up the loose hair on Wen Qingci's forehead, "Your senior brother said that you made some plum wine in the valley, but you didn't have time to drink a few sips."
Wen Qingci guessed that this sentence must have been heard by Xie Bufeng from Song Junran's inner voice.
The original words were most likely from Song Junran expressing his anger that his junior fellow apprentice had been abducted here by Xie Bufeng before he could even take a few sips of the plum wine.
Song Junran had traveled a lot, and he had already learned all the swear words in various dialects.
It is difficult for Xie Bufeng to find useful information from those dirty words...
Thinking of this, Wen Qingci couldn't help but smile.
"What are you laughing at, my dear?"
"Nothing," Wen Qingci cleared his throat and returned his gaze to the plum wine, "I want to try it."
"It was originally prepared for you, my dear," Xie Bufeng frowned, "but you have to wait until you recover before you can drink it."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
A breeze blew by, bringing a little bit of alcohol to Wen Qingci's nose.
After a moment's silence, Wen Qingci suddenly looked up at Xie Bufeng.
He couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, you support me so much, have you ever thought about what would happen if I failed?"
After he finished speaking, Wen Qingci couldn't help but hold his breath.
As an emperor who could hear the evil thoughts in people's hearts, Xie Bufeng could not possibly not know what all this meant.
Xie Bufeng suddenly laughed slowly.
He lowered his head and kissed Wen Qingci's long hair, then whispered in her ear, in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "If this succeeds, I will be able to go down in history with you, my dear."
The steady and strong heartbeat was transmitted through the thin fabric.
The bitter fragrance was like a ribbon, entwining the two of them.
Wen Qingci suddenly felt nervous.
"If I fail..." Xie Bufeng entangled Wen Qingci's long hair with his fingertips, then slightly turned sideways, looked into those dark eyes and murmured, "Then I will become a tyrant for you, my beloved minister."
(End of this chapter)