Only then did Chang Yan realize that the style of painting in the ruined temple had changed. He quickly asked Jiang Si to squat down, and teamed up with Wen Zhiyun to lift the little fat girl and rescue Jiang Si's numb spine.
"Why don't you let me see it?" Jiang Sheng struggled, "I haven't seen it yet. Let me see it again. Let me see it again."
Wen Zhiyun was so shy and weak that he almost couldn't catch her.
It was only Jiang San who lifted his head from behind that allowed Jiang Sheng to land safely.
"What are you looking at?" Chang Yan was confused. "Is that something you, a child, can look at?"
Jiang Sheng covered the back of her head and didn't understand why she couldn't look at her. The sisters were so beautiful. Although the man was a little fatter, oilier and tired, she looked at her sister and not at the Lao Shizi prince.
"You're not allowed to look at that." Chang Yan scolded in a low voice, climbed up on the bricks to take a look, and quickly jumped down covering his eyes, "It's almost done, Jiang San Jiang Si, do as you said before."
The eyes of the two loyal servants lit up and they rushed to the other side of the ruined temple.
One of them pinched his throat, his face full of embarrassment.
One raised his throat and pretended to be pretentious.
Wen Zhiyun was still a little timid. He tugged on the hem of Chang Yan's clothes and whispered, "This, this is not good. I have read in dad's medical book that this situation can easily cause stress in men. It is very likely... It’s hard to regain glory.”
It was really hard for the clean and gentle little doctor to squeeze out those four words from his teeth, and his little face turned red.
On the other hand, Chang Yan was much calmer, half-smiling but not smiling, "He should."
As the two people finished speaking, Jiang San and Jiang Si took action.
One of them imitated the guard's voice and asked doubtfully, "The prince is here?"
A man imitating the deep voice of a middle-aged man yelled angrily, "You bastard, you actually hide your beauty in a golden house to such an extent!"
Jiang San and Jiang Si are not blessed by nature, and their imitations only look like four or five, but they can't stand the guilty conscience of the people inside, and the time is special.
There was only two "plop" sounds, as if something fell to the ground, and then the man cried out in pain, "Ouch, ouch, my legs, my butt, my tailbone..."
Jiang San and Jiang Si rushed back quickly, one picked up Jiang Sheng, the other pulled Chang Yan and Wen Zhiyun, and fled quickly.
Before leaving, he did not forget to break the piles of bricks and stones and cover his footprints with dead branches.
In a secluded corner behind the hillside, the three brothers and sisters panted heavily and sat in the carriage to calm down.
Jiang San and Jiang Si regained their voices and drove the carriage back to the official road.
Passing by the bottom of the hillside, as expected, I saw an anxious coachman, who seemed to be going back to Fengjing to move reinforcements.
Jiang Sheng raised his voice at the right time and shouted, "Fourth brother, where are you going to dig up the herbs? It's so far away. Can you still dig them up today? There are patients waiting in the hospital."
Herbal medicine, medical clinic.
When the coachman heard the keyword, he was so anxious that he had no time to think about why the doctor appeared here, so he stepped in front of the carriage and stopped him.
Jiang Sanle stopped the carriage, feeling secretly happy in his heart, but with anger on his face, "What are you doing? I don't want to kill you. We are just doctors at a medical clinic and we have no money to compensate you."
"Doctor, please give me a diagnosis. We have a patient here who is very urgent. Money is not an issue." The coachman smiled apologetically, "As long as we can cure our... young master, I will give you any amount of money."
Jiang San still shook his head impatiently, but Jiang Si rolled his eyes and stopped him, "Are you serious? Will you give us money?"
"Really, really." The coachman just thought that the two of them were greedy for money, and became more and more relieved.
After Jiang San and Jiang Si discussed it, they finally turned around and reported.
Under the gaze of his brother and sister, Wen Zhiyun said softly, "Then let's go and have a look."
Several people were brought to the ruined temple with great respect. The man in brocade robes was in a bedroom with rich makeup and powder. His face was pale in pain and beads of sweat were rolling down his face.
The coachman, who was probably his confidant, came forward and muttered a few words.
The man in brocade robes glanced at Wen Zhiyun, then at Jiang Sheng, and finally at Chang Yan in the corner, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
But just a hint.
He turned to look at Wen Zhiyun and solemnly warned, "Doctor, I'm afraid of pain. Please don't hurt me. The money is easy to negotiate, as long as it doesn't hurt."
Wen Zhiyun nodded. She usually looked like a timid young daughter-in-law, but when she felt her pulse, she felt calm and calm, as if she was a different person.
"There are no internal injuries. It's probably just bone injuries. I want to see the wounds." He stood up.
Jiang Sheng was still poking his head when Zhang Yan grabbed him and dragged him out with great effort.
Even Jiang San and Jiang Si consciously avoided going out.
The man in brocade robes nodded with satisfaction, without looking at the people outside. He just waited for the door to close and then eagerly opened the quilt.
Wen Zhiyun inside was so irritated that he couldn't tell, but Chang Yan outside was really relieved.
It's great, time is like fine brushwork, enough to carve a person's appearance to the point where even close relatives can't recognize it.
Even he... is no exception.
Chang Yan lowered his eyelashes and didn't want to remember it anymore.
When Wen Zhiyun's voice came from inside, they opened the door and returned to the bed.
"The bones are not broken, but the muscles and bones are injured, and the skin and flesh are swollen." Dr. Wen wrote carefully, "I will recover for a few months first, and then take care of myself."
When the prescription was finished, the man in brocade robe took a glance and suddenly showed a look of surprise.
"Doctor, you... are prescribing cheap medicines." He couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you prescribe expensive medicines to me? At least they cost dozens of taels of silver each."
Wen Zhiyun, "..."
I have been to many free clinics, but I have never heard of such a weird request.
If it were an astute doctor, he would have changed the prescription long ago, even though it listed various tonic drugs, the more expensive the better.
But Wen Zhiyun thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Both expensive and cheap medicines can cure diseases. A pair of dozens of taels of silver has the same effect as a pair of dozens of yuan. There is no need to waste money."
The man in brocade robes was even more surprised, his expression looked like he had seen a ghost.
Wen Zhiyun ignored him, packed up the small medicine box and slung it on his body, "My medical clinic is in Fengjing, called Wen's Medical Clinic. If there is any aftermath, just go find it."
Maybe his medical skills are not exquisite, maybe his medical clinic is not famous, but as a doctor, you have to start and finish. After seeing the doctor and taking the medicine, you have the obligation to witness the patient's recovery.
It is true that most of Wen Zhiyun's medical skills came from Dr. Wu, but his initial inspiration was his father, Dr. Wen who raised him, took care of him, and taught him kindness and sincerity.
The twelve-year-old boy stood upright and turned around smoothly under the gaze of everyone.
The driver thought of something and put two silver ingots in his hand.
Wen Zhiyun didn't look at it, stuffed it into Jiang Sheng's palm, and took his sister's little hand.
Several people slowly left the ruined temple.
Behind him were the astonishment of the man in brocade clothes, the admiration of the coachman, and the admiration of several girls.
Wen Zhiyun is like an expert outside the world, his expression remains unchanged and he is calm and unhurried.
It wasn't until he was about to get on the carriage that Jiang Sheng couldn't help but mutter, "Fourth brother is usually very quiet, but when it comes to acting, I take it seriously."
Wen Zhiyun staggered, and everything disappeared.
