Jin Prince's Mansion, Hospital, No. 22 Hospital Room.
Shen Wanjun came here alone with Shen Liang on his back. Dr. Zhao Dezhao stood respectfully and bowed under his seat.
"Old Zhao, how are my son's arms?"
Doctor Zhao straightened up. Although he knew that the answer he was about to give might anger King Jin, he still spoke calmly and answered truthfully:
"The situation is not good."
Shen Wanjun frowned slightly.
Doctor Zhao continued: "Where the bones of His Highness's arms were broken, there were several bone fragments embedded in the flesh. After the prince left last night, I worked with Doctor Wu to first remove the bone fragments, then suture them, and then apply ointment and put on a splint." , the rest depends on whether the broken parts of His Highness’s broken bones can be reborn under the influence of the medicine.”
Doctor Wu mentioned here is the owner of No. 37 Hospital of Xing Hospital. He is proficient in operating, retrieving, and suturing. He is also a master of this art. In his early years, he often helped Shen Jiajun take out arrowheads from his body and save them on the battlefield. life.
After listening to Dr. Zhao's description of Shen Liang's injuries, Shen Wanjun did not make things difficult for him anymore.
"Oh, this is the fate of my son. I believe you did your best, Lao Zhao."
If Shen Wanjun was so angry that he could beat Dr. Zhao twenty times with a cane, Dr. Zhao, who failed to complete his mission 100%, might feel better.
It happened that Shen Wanjun played the emotional card, which made him feel even more guilty and ashamed.
"The old man's medical skills are limited and he failed to fulfill the king's orders. Please punish me!"
With that said, Dr. Zhao knelt down at Shen Wanjun's feet. Seeing this, Shen Wanjun quickly stood up and helped him up.
"I'm speaking from my heart. You, like other doctors in the hospital, are among the first batch of old people to conquer the world with me. If your hearts are not towards me and the Shen family, then the so-called invincibility on the battlefield in the past will If the myth is defeated, I don’t know where it has been annihilated long ago.”
"Others always say that my Shen family army is not afraid of death when it comes to the battlefield."
"But isn't that because we have a group of medical masters like you behind us supporting us?"
Dr. Zhao stood up, recalling memories of the past and feeling melancholy for a moment.
"As a doctor, the last thing you want to see is war. But if war is unavoidable, then you should rely on the strongest. Only in this way can you restore peace to the world as soon as possible."
"As I am, so are the other nine hundred and ninety-nine doctors who practice the hospital."
Shen Wanjun put his hands on Doctor Zhao's shoulders and said solemnly:
"Sir, you are righteous."
Dr. Zhao shook his head, and then asked with concern:
"Your Majesty, forgive me for daring to deduce that His Highness the Crown Prince may have no intention of inheriting the throne. If His Highness's arms, which are blocked by nine palaces, become ill again, wouldn't it be..."
Shen Wanjun interrupted him with a smile.
"I know that you are worried that my son cannot bear the burden of the Shen family. If someone plots his death in the future, Jinzhou will be in chaos, the court will be in chaos, and the evil intentions of the countries around him will revive, and countless lives will be ruined."
"But don't worry, don't just lose a few bones. Even if the bones in his arms are all broken into slag, I can still make his limbs stronger."
Doctor Zhao couldn't understand Shen Wanjun's words and said doubtfully:
"Sounder limbs?"
Shen Wanjun patted his butt and put his hands into his sleeves.
"Let me stay with you for a while, and then you can see how wonderful my game of chess is, hahaha!"
Without giving Dr. Zhao a chance to ask further questions, Shen Wanjun smiled and strode out of the medical room No. 22.
After leaving the medical room, the smile on Shen Wanjun's face disappeared instantly and he went straight to the meeting hall of the mansion.
The meeting hall is one of the few forbidden areas in the Jin Palace. Except for Shen Liang, no one is allowed to set foot in the meeting hall without Shen Wanjun's permission. Even cleaning the room requires Shen Wanjun. Just be present.
There is no other reason.
The many written letters in the meeting hall are secret information gathered from all directions.
It doesn't matter if some of this information is leaked, but once some of this information is leaked, it is very likely to cause deviations in the direction of the chessboard.
Not long after he sat down at the desk in the conference hall, two mysterious men wearing coats and hats, all hidden in black robes, knocked on the door and entered.
"I've met the prince."
When the two entered the door, a clear and melodious female voice sounded, and they knelt down and worshiped, showing the utmost respect.
Fortunately, Shen Liang was blocked by Chu Shile in the Junzi Courtyard. Otherwise, if he had accidentally come outside the meeting hall and heard two female voices coming from inside, he might not know how to arrange Shen Wanjun's actions behind the scenes. I'm so disrespectful.
"Get up."
Judging from Shen Wanjun's cold expression at the moment, it is obvious that the secret meeting of the two women was not to solve the firepower demand of Princess Jin who had been single for many years after her death.
After the two women stood up, they always kept a certain distance and bent their upper bodies as low as possible, as if they were afraid that they would lose their heads if they were not respectful enough.
"You did a good job about what happened last night, but I don't want the fourth person besides you and me to know about this."
"My subordinate understands!"
"Well, also, did you know that there was another person hiding in the dark last night?"
"Reporting to the prince, although the two of us are not at a high level in martial arts, our breathing skills and awareness of the true energy are far beyond ordinary people. At that time, we noticed that when the umbrella holder was fighting with His Highness, there was an extremely powerful force. The opportunity was fleeting, but he did not take action against His Highness, and we never showed up to rescue him."
One person says it, and the other person adds it.
"And that top expert not only did not harm His Highness, but actually killed the umbrella holder at the critical moment and saved His Highness's life. In our humble opinion, that person should also be a colleague of the Royal Palace whom the prince has arranged for His Highness."
Shen Wanjun nodded with satisfaction.
"It's good that he didn't notice me, otherwise my move would have been embarrassing."
The two women did not dare to answer the call.
"Okay, you go down and continue to do what you are supposed to do."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
After the two girls left, Shen Wanjun relaxed his body, leaned back on the chair, looked up at the roof, and murmured:
"Su'e, if you were still here, you would never agree to let me plot against Mr. Qian like this, right? But there's nothing I can do! If our son wants to set foot in martial arts, he must gather those two magical objects. There are hundreds of eagles and dogs in the palace. Thousands of them, nominally all of them are masters with their own abilities, but after thinking about it, the only person who can possibly obtain the Phoenix Essence... is Mr. Qian."
"I'm old, and I'm getting older at a speed visible to the naked eye. In fact, I quite want to go down there to be with you as soon as possible. However, I have the wealth and lives of tens of millions of people in my hands. If I don't make arrangements for my funeral, I will forget about it. Why don't you kick me back?"
"Don't worry, I won't force our son to suffer such a big crime. After I do what I should do first, I will respect his decision in the end."
Gradually, Shen Wanjun closed his eyes, half asleep and half awake.
"Su'e, I miss you so much."
