Everyone watched the emperor die at Murong Jie's hands. Prince Li was standing not far from them. Although he could not hear what they said, he saw the emperor cutting his own neck.
He stopped the ministers who were rushing up and said in a deep voice: "Don't come near. I saw it clearly. The Seventh Master did not kill the king. The emperor committed suicide."
No one believed it, but when they looked at the imperial guards and patrolling soldiers around the city, and then looked at Murong Jie who held great military power, some people shouted loudly: "The emperor should die to atone for his crime!"
"The Emperor apologizes with his death!"
"The Emperor apologizes with his death!"
The people below could not see what was happening on the altar, but when they heard the people on the altar shouting that the emperor wanted to die to apologize, everyone's cursing subsided.
Deathly silence spread.
A figure flew down from the altar and rode straight to the palace.
Zi'an is the mother Gu. Once the son Gu dies, the mother Gu will die seven days later.
These words kept echoing in his mind: No, no, no!
When he got back to the gate of the mansion, he dismounted and rushed in like a whirlwind, shouting loudly, "Zi'an, Zi'an!"
Nanny hurriedly stopped Murong Jie, "Prince!"
"Where is Zi'an? Where is he?" Murong Jie's face was almost smoking.
The nanny said angrily, "That damned brat Wu Yanzu ran away with the princess secretly and left a note saying he was going to Jiangdong."
"What?" Murong Jie roared, "Only Wu Yanzu and Zi'an went?"
"There's also Xiaodao. I don't know if the secret guards have caught up. Lingli, Dishui and Heyun have already gone out to chase him."
"When did you go?" Murong Jie asked, suppressing his rage and horror.
"I went there yesterday and sent people to the palace to look for you, Your Highness, but they couldn't get in." The nanny was also extremely anxious.
"Ni Rong, Ni Rong!" Murong Jie turned around and ran out.
As soon as he ran to the gate of the mansion, he felt a pain in his chest. Some shadows flashed in his mind. A pool of blood came into view, and then there was Lao Ba, lying in a pool of blood.
He stood still, shook his head, and felt dizzy.
"Prince, what's wrong?" Ni Rong rushed to the door and saw that Murong Jie was not right, so he quickly supported him.
Zi'an is not going to Jiangdong, but to Miaojiang.
Wu Yanzu set an ambush and helped her escape, and the master and disciple, as well as Dao Lao Da, drove out of the city in a carriage. At that time, Murong Jie was still preparing for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the sky.
Before going out, she discussed it with Night King. Night King would be responsible for finding the medicine dealer. She told him that she had already gone to Miaojiang and asked him to transfer some of the medicine to Jiangdong.
The drug dealer agreed and said he would transfer half of the medicine to her when she arrived in Miaojiang. Regardless of whether the disease could be cured or not, he would be willing to ship the rest of the medicine to her. However, if the disease could not be cured, he would have to charge her for the medicine, which would be half the market price.
Zi'an was already potbellied, so it was inconvenient for him to ride in a carriage. However, in this era, besides riding a horse, the fastest way to travel by land was by carriage.
"Master, how about taking a break?"
He did not stay in an inn last night, but just found an abandoned village house nearby to spend the night. Zi'an did not get enough rest, so he looked unwell today.
Wu Yanzu felt a little distressed when he saw her like this.
"It's okay. We can catch up for another hour before we rest." Zi'an said.
After living a life of luxury for several months, she suddenly had to travel so hard, so she did feel a little uncomfortable, but she could still get checked out.
Boss Dao also sympathized with Zi'an and chose a road that was easier to walk on, thus avoiding many bumps.
Around noon, the three of them stopped in a small town to have lunch.
"If the prince finds out, he will definitely be angry." Boss Dao said after a long while, staring at Wu Yanzu.
Wu Yanzu said with a smile: "But we are doctors, and doctors cure diseases and save lives."
Zi'an glanced at Wu Yanzu. To Wu Yanzu, nothing was more important than curing illnesses and saving lives. He recalled how he had pretended to be a mature and steady doctor to treat her in Qingzhou.
Of course, it was for the reward, but his desperate spirit to cure diseases and save lives is worth learning.
"A-Zu, do you want to go to the Welfare Bureau?" Zi'an asked.
Wu Yanzu was stunned. "Enter the Huimin Office? Master, do you dislike your disciple?"
Zi'an smiled and shook his head, "It's not that I dislike you, I just think that you should do something."
The medical ethics of the Huimin Bureau are not very good nowadays, and they really need someone to provide guidance. Of course, Wu Yanzu can only start as a doctor when he goes there.
If one day he could become the director of the Huimin Bureau, it would set a precedent for the medical community in the Great Zhou.
Seeing that Wu Yanzu was still considering it, Dao Lao Da reminded him, "If you can make a difference in the Huimin Office, you may become an official."
"Be an official?" Wu Yanzu waved his hand. "I don't want to be an official. I am a doctor."
Zi'an said: "You joined the Welfare Bureau to treat patients. Of course, if you do well enough, you can help more people with your identity."
"Disciple doesn't understand." Wu Yanzu didn't understand official affairs, and he didn't know that Zi'an intended to train him to become the director of the Huimin Office.
Zi'an smiled and said, "You will understand later. Let's not talk about it now. Eat it quickly and hurry on your way. Don't delay if you can. Some of the medicine you gave me won't last too long."
Wu Yanzu smiled brightly, "Master, you are really kind-hearted and kind-hearted. You have worked so hard yourself, but you still think about Jiangdong's patients."
Zi'an looked at him and said, "I was infected by you, or rather, you reminded me that I am a doctor."
After coming to the ancient times, she was caught up in house fights and power struggles and almost forgot her own identity.
She is a doctor, and a doctor's duty is to cure diseases and save lives. Nothing is more important than this.
From the day she took the oath, she was destined to shoulder this mission without hesitation.
Wu Yanzu smiled, "I decided to become a doctor after listening to Doctor Wen Yi's story. My medical skills are not good, and I have always wanted to earn more money to become a disciple. Now that Master has accepted me to teach me medical skills, I am truly lucky."
Zi'an was stunned. "Become a disciple? Do I need to pay money to become a disciple?"
Wu Yanzu smiled bitterly, "Why don't you need money? Do you think the doctors in the clinic can accept disciples casually? I have been in the clinic for a while as an apprentice. I can't learn anything even if I work so hard, because who will teach you if I don't pay? You can only learn the basics."
Zi'an had always believed that as long as he entered a clinic and became a medicine boy, he would be able to learn everything from his master. No wonder the medical skills of the Great Zhou were so backward. Every doctor kept himself closed to the outside world. How could there be any progress
Over the years, I don’t know how much hard work of doctors has not been passed down.
Thinking of this, Zi'an felt that the policy of the Welfare Bureau to recruit pharmacists and doctors and to impart medical skills for free needed to be vigorously promoted.
Only in this way can the medical technology of the Great Zhou be improved and more patients can benefit from it.
(End of this chapter)