Patriarch Zheng frowned, "You mean to let them go? Erlang, do you know that you almost died this time?"
Of course Zheng Fei knew, but he didn't hate those people, and he didn't even feel angry. He wanted to know if there were really other culprits in this case, as Magistrate Guo guessed, and whether this grievance should be resolved. How to untie it.
Zheng Fei dipped his ink and continued to write: "Father, this matter was caused by a dispute over water. If it is not handled well, it will become a family feud. Although this is not Xingyang, we can't just let our grievances form just because this is not our hometown. We are already dead. Seven people, is it possible that more people will die, and will all generations be enemies in the future?"
In his opinion, the biggest issue in this matter is not the grievance dispute between the Zheng family and Li Gong's family.
Because he is not dead, and even if he is dead, as long as the interests exist, the two families will always resolve their grievances in the future.
On the contrary, the tenants and long-term workers between the two Zhuangzi will hate each other for generations because of this matter, and they will fight with each other. As long as they still live in the land of Wannian County, the enmity will continue.
Zheng Fei stared at his father with piercing eyes, hoping that he would show his attitude.
Patriarch Zheng frowned, "The county magistrate of Wannian County will handle it by himself, so we don't need to worry about it." It's just a group of common people, so why should they bother
Seeing his father's attitude, Zheng Fei's face became a little pale. He didn't want to communicate any more, but he glanced behind him and wrote, "Where's Fifth Uncle?"
Patriarch Zheng looked at these three words for a long time before saying: "Your fifth uncle has gone up the mountain, saying that he is going to travel with Master Daoyuan, and it has been three months since he left."
That is, he went out not long after the new year, and Zheng Fei put down his pen and stopped communicating.
Patriarch Zheng asked him, "What did the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital say, can your injury be cured?"
Zheng Fei lowered his eyes and wrote with a pen: "Yes, it just takes time."
Patriarch Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed his hand and said, "It's good if it's good, it's good if it's good."
Zheng Wang was surprised. Xiao Yuanzheng kept saying that there was a chance, but the hope was not very great, only 50% or 60%. Why...
Did it get better in the past two days
Man Bao came over and saluted the prince first, expressing the emperor's miss for him, ahem, let him go to the Tai Chi Hall, and then called the medical assistant who hid in the side hall, and led him in together.
She looked Zheng Wang and Chief Zheng up and down, and said to the medical assistant: "Smooze Mr. Zheng's whole body and the room as well."
Patriarch Zheng was puzzled, "What are you smoking?"
Man Bao said: "The Zheng clan traveled from Xingyang to the capital after a long boat ride. I don't know how much dust and evil things they brought with them. Now Mr. Zheng is most afraid of these things."
After she finished speaking, her face darkened, and she scolded the medical assistant, "Patriarch Zheng is going to enter the house, why don't you change his clothes and freshen up? Isn't there always fumigation medicine in the kitchen?"
The medical assistant quickly bowed his head to admit his mistake, slandering in his heart, he stopped and reminded him early in the morning, okay, but he didn't listen to the persuasion, and was anxious to see his son as soon as he came, so he went straight in, what can he do
Patriarch Zheng's face was not very good-looking. He knew that Zhou Manming was reprimanding the medical assistant, but he was actually reprimanding him, and he was standing up for the medical assistant...
Can even an imperial doctor be able to dominate him now
Patriarch Zheng frowned, and the anger aroused by the emperor's pointed sarcasm and threat could not be suppressed a bit.
He was about to speak, but Zheng Wang held down his hand by the side.
Zheng Wang shook his head slightly to Patriarch Zheng, and said to Zhou Man with a serious face: "We are impatient, and please forgive me, my elder brother is eager to think about his son."
He dragged patriarch Zheng out, and asked Zhou Man to fumigate the house with medical assistants. Zheng Fei was also fumigated, and all his clothes were changed.
The father and son of the Zheng family and Zheng Wang stood together in the yard and frowned slightly listening to the smell of wormwood and herb mixed together. The patriarch Zheng looked at Zheng Wang in confusion, "What are you stopping me for? This is just a medical craftsman Forget it, Your Majesty asked him to treat my son, so she dared to slow down her work?"
Zheng Wang said helplessly: "Brother, she is not an ordinary medical craftsman, and at this time the Imperial Hospital belongs to the Imperial Medical Department, and the Imperial Medical Department has become independent and has the same position as other departments."
Although I don't like it very much, this group of craftsmen are indeed in the same official position as them now. Even if they despise them, it is only from psychological contempt. In terms of status, everyone can't say it clearly at present.
What's more, Zhou Man is not just an imperial physician, she also has the title of editor of Chongwenguan. He said: "She is also a civil servant, and she is editor of Chongwenguan."
Patriarch Zheng frowned, and Zheng Wang continued: "And she is very eloquent and has a big temper. We don't need to provoke her. This time Erlang's escape is half dependent on her, and future treatment will also be needed."
He lowered his voice and said: "Your Majesty and the Crown Prince value her very much, so she has a lot of temper. If she doesn't want to, it is His Majesty's order, and she can find other reasons to refuse. Brother, there are also imperial physicians in the imperial hospital. There is a distinction between high and low, and when it comes to acupuncture and moxibustion, I am afraid that no one in the entire Imperial Hospital can surpass her."
Patriarch Zheng stopped talking, of course he knew that he would not offend the powerful doctor, but he just couldn't hold back his temper for a while.
He stood silently without speaking.
Seeing Zheng Dalang standing quietly aside, Zheng Wang raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Dalang is becoming more and more stable, by the way, just now you greeted the prince outside, and you will go in to see Erlang later, do you want to change your clothes?" ?”
Zheng Dalang smiled slightly and said, "No need, father has already seen Erlang, I'll take a look through the window later."
Zheng Wang was slightly taken aback, he felt that Zheng Dalang's attitude was a little cold.
Patriarch Zheng lowered his eyes and did not speak, nor did he look back at his eldest son. Zheng Wang always felt that their attitude was not right, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
Because he met Zheng Fei, patriarch Zheng had a general understanding of his injury, and asked Zhou Man more carefully.
He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Can I take him out of the palace?"
Man Bao's eyes lit up, and he immediately said, "Of course."
Although the imperial hospital is in the palace, in fact, the treatment in the palace is not as convenient as outside. Moreover, the treatment in the palace is all paid by their imperial hospital, and the emperor will not ask the Zheng family for money. They are too hospitalized to be responsible for themselves.
It's good to go out of the palace. After leaving the palace, even the time for consultation can be put in the lower office. She no longer has to go all the way to the East Palace to see a doctor.
But... Man Bao asked Chief Zheng, "Where is your house?"
If it is far away, it is better to live in the palace.
The Zheng family's house in the capital is naturally not far away, anyway, they are all there, Man Bao felt relieved after asking, so he waved his hand and said: "I will send a medical assistant to help you clean up the house tomorrow."
Patriarch Zheng: "Clean up the house?"
"Yes," Man Bao said, "it's spring now, and it's raining a lot recently, so there's nothing in the house except a bed, a couch, and a set of tables and chairs. People used to fumigate the house."
Man Bao didn't take the trouble at all, and wrote them a list, "Here are the things that need to be prepared, Mr. Zheng's clothes, and the medicines that you need to prepare."