After knowing all this, Zian felt much more relaxed.
As a doctor, it was really difficult for her to go against her conscience and not save the patient even though she knew it could be saved.
When Wu Yanzu left, he suddenly turned around and said, "I have been walking around outside the capital for the past two or three days and have inquired about some things about the current emperor. The people still have high praise for the emperor. They say that the emperor is a good emperor."
Zi'an nodded, "Yes, I know, you can go down."
Wu Yanzu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then will you save the emperor? Don't you want to become Doctor Wen Yi's disciple?"
"Let me think about it first, okay?" Zi'an said softly.
Lingli knew that Zi'an was upset, so she pushed Wu Yanzu away.
Zi'an sat down by the window and sighed softly. Yes, the emperor had been a good emperor and had done many practical things for the people of the Great Zhou.
This is undeniable because even Lao Qi has said so.
A good emperor suddenly became a foolish emperor because he felt threatened. He believed that the biggest threat came from the seventh brother, his once most trusted brother.
I don’t know whether it’s funny or sad.
After sighing for a long time, Zi'an began to study the recipe in earnest.
After I made up my mind, I felt much better than the previous few days. At least I didn’t have to struggle with my thoughts.
When Murong Jie came back, Zi'an told him his decision.
Murong Jie gently held her in his arms and said, "I will support you in any decision you make. The worst-case scenario is that we leave the capital and go to the Southland before he gets better."
"Well, going to the South, actually going to the South is not the worst choice, but the best choice." Zi'an leaned on his arms. Going to the South might not be a bad choice. At least the emperor is far away, and there is the King of Yuedong as a neighbor. The emperor would not be so stupid as to provoke a peaceful tiger, so life would definitely be more stable than in Beijing.
"How long will the treatment take?" Murong Jie asked.
"At the fastest, it will take half a year, at the slowest, it will take a year."
"Then we can wait until Axin gets married before leaving." Murong Jie said comfortingly. Moreover, in this year and a half, he can also reverse the slightly biased policies and cultivate some connections for the prince.
"But can Sun Fang'er hold on for so long?" Murong Jie asked.
Zi'an had also thought about this question and said, "Since that person can say these things to Wu Yanzu, she will surely help Sun Fang'er."
She really had no way to deal with Sun Fang'er and could only rely on that person for help.
"Don't work yourself too hard. Take care of yourself, okay?" Murong Jie warned.
"I know. I will accept Wu Yanzu, and he will accompany me into the palace." Zi'an knew that he would not have enough energy to perform acupuncture in the later stages. Fortunately, Wu Yanzu knew some acupuncture techniques. If he could improve in the next two months, with acupuncture and herbal medicine, the emperor would be well again in about half a year to eight months.
In the following days, both husband and wife were very busy.
Murong Jie acted swiftly and decisively, and he eliminated a string of royalists in succession. He did not punish them, but simply sent them out. As for those officials who were promoted after the emperor regained control of the government, they were investigated by the Ministry of Personnel. Those who were usable were retained, and those who were unreliable were transferred or demoted.
Then, he promoted several military generals. These generals were all meritorious officials, and even if the emperor came to power in the future, he could not take away their positions.
Zi'an accepted Wu Yanzu as his own and brought him to the palace every day to give him acupuncture and try out medicines.
The emperor also calmed down and no longer had the hatred he had before towards Zi'an. He cooperated very well with Zi'an's treatment and even let Wu Yanzu give him acupuncture.
That day, after Zi'an had given him acupuncture, the emperor ordered people to prepare tea and snacks so that he could talk to Zi'an.
Zi'an sent Wu Yanzu away and helped the emperor sit down.
The emperor was able to get up with difficulty. Due to the drug testing, he always felt dizzy. He vomited blood less frequently, but his breathing was more difficult.
"Sit down!" The emperor took a breath and leaned back in his chair.
Zi'an sat in front of him and handed him a handkerchief to prevent him from gasping for air and spitting out blood.
"It was your ancestor who left you the prescription, right?" The emperor took a deep breath and asked softly.
"Yes!" Zi'an admitted, "She gave me a prescription, but it was missing two herbs. She meant that it was up to me to save you or not. However, she asked someone to tell me that if I save you, Doctor Wen Yi would accept me as his disciple."
"So, you saved me just to become Doctor Wen Yi's disciple?" The emperor's expression relaxed a little. He liked it this way. He had other requests instead of receiving her favor.
"Yes!" Zi'an nodded. She would rather it be this way, as it made her feel more comfortable.
The emperor sighed softly, "I regret treating my ancestor like this. She must be very disappointed."
Zi'an said nothing. The old ancestor was disappointed but willing to save him.
She probably could have helped Sun Fang'er to detoxify the poison, but she didn't. Instead, this series of checks and balances forced her to treat the emperor.
"When can I recover?" The emperor looked up, with desire in his eyes.
Zi'an said: "According to this progress, it will take about seven or eight months."
"It took so long?" The emperor looked at her in disbelief. "I feel much better now."
Zi'an said expressionlessly, "Your Majesty was getting much better before, why did the poison backfire? Now the poisonous insects in your body have multiplied in large numbers, and we must eliminate them all before we can treat your butterfly spots. Seven or eight months is the fastest, and if the effect is not good, it may take one or two years."
"Isn't this the prescription given by our ancestor? Why does it take so long?" The emperor didn't believe Zi'an at all. Why would it take so long for our ancestor to save someone
Zi'an looked at him, "This is the prescription given by our ancestors, but it is not a magic pill. The emperor knows his physical condition. To put it bluntly, he is already in a critical condition. As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain falling, and illness goes away like pulling a thread. If the emperor doesn't believe me, you can show my prescription to the imperial doctors."
The emperor's eyes were cold and silent. "If it takes seven or eight months, I'm afraid this country will be eaten away by others."
Zi'an sneered, "Your Majesty doesn't need me to treat you. Don't employ people you doubt, and don't doubt people you employ, especially doctors."
The emperor stared at her for a long time. "I am on my sickbed, and a princess dares to lose her temper with me. Does your prince still have eyes for me?"
Zi'an didn't say anything because he had nothing to say. When a person becomes stubborn, it's all in vain and a waste of words.
"Your Majesty, please rest. I will come again tomorrow." She stood up, took the medicine box and turned to leave.
The emperor's voice came from behind Zi'an, cold and emotionless, "If I am not well in three months, it is because the princess failed to treat me well."
Zi'an turned around and looked at him, his face gloomy, "Your Majesty, there is a saying that you may not have heard before. You can offend anyone, but never offend the doctor who treats you."
"Do you dare to kill the king?" the emperor asked sternly.
Zi'an sneered, "Remember the choice the emperor gave to the seventh brother. You were ruthless first, so you can't blame us for being disloyal."
After saying that, she strode out.
(End of this chapter)