Han Ji came over and immediately changed his face to a hurried look and said, "Director Zhang, why are you still here? The emperor asked you and me to get the medicine. Where did you go?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Queren's face burned like fire. Just before he said that Han Ji was just an idler, Han Ji came and said that he was ordered to take medicine. Instead, he explained that his behavior just now was intentional, and said hesitantly: "On the way... I met an acquaintance... and we chatted for a while..."
"Oh? Familiar, who is it? Tell me."
"Brother Han, you don't know me!"
"Director Zhang, how would you know if you don't tell me? Do you know him?"
"This person came into the palace after Brother Han left. Brother Han has never seen him before."
"That's okay, we'll get to know each other after introductions. I, Han Ji, like to make friends the most. Director Zhang, who are you? You can risk disobeying the Holy Orders and still have a chat with others."
Zhang Que endured the embarrassment for a moment and said, "Let's go get the medicine quickly, otherwise the prince-in-law will have to wait for a long time."
"Don't worry, Director Zhang. I have already taken care of Prince Consort Liu. Besides, for my brother, that little bit of harm is only a drop in the bucket." Then he added: "Brother Liu, if you have any troubles, just tell me, don't hold it in your heart. This The heart belongs to fire, and it's hard to extinguish it when it burns." Han Ji glared at Zhang Que Ren, and pronounced the word "extinguishing" emphatically!
"Yes, yes, Brother Han gave me some advice."
Looking at Zhang Queren's appearance, Huzi couldn't help but laugh, "Master Zhang, didn't you just say that some people were waiting to come in?"
"I saw it wrong, I saw it wrong."
"Don't you still want to dismiss me?"
Zhang Queren had no choice but to walk away silently. Han Ji ignored Zhang Queren and walked straight to the medicine room of the Imperial Medical Bureau. Zhang Que couldn't bear to feel unhappy and insisted on finding some trouble for him. When he arrived at the medicine room, he said, "Brother Han, you haven't been here for a few years. Some places are different. I'll get you whatever medicine you want."
Han Ji was already wary of this person and said calmly: "No need. When I was here before, I kept this medicine room neat and tidy. I knew exactly where the medicine was. I won’t bother Director Zhang anymore.” Zhang Que said bitterly, “Well, Imperial Doctor Han can do what he wants.”
In the past, the previous director of the Imperial Medical Bureau trained Han Ji as the next general manager, so Han Ji was familiar with the books, materials, and medicines of the Imperial Medical Bureau. Later, Han Ji resigned, and the new supervisor began to train Zhang Queren.
Han Ji grabbed the medicine, weighed it on the table, wrapped it, then got up and went to the decoction shop to boil the medicine. When he left, he said to Zhang Queren: "Okay, Director Zhang, I don't need your help at all." Now, please go back to the emperor and take your orders. Thank you very much." After saying that, he left the medicine room. Zhang Que reluctantly slapped the table hard, and the copper rod on the gun flew up and fell to the table again, making a "bang bang" sound. He said bitterly: "Han Ji, one day, I will let you fall into my hands!"
Han Ji went to decoct medicine, and by chance, there was another imperial doctor who was also decoction in the decoction room. Han Ji saw that he looked familiar and knew that he must have been a colleague in the Imperial Medical Bureau.
The imperial doctor spoke first: "Brother Han, you are a rare guest."
Han Ji was a little embarrassed and asked, "Who are you?"
The man smiled and said, "My surname is Su."
"Oh. Hello, Dr. Su. What kind of medicine are you boiling?"
"This is fried for the Queen Mother. Ever since the Emperor became seriously ill, the Queen Mother has been worried and her health has been deteriorating. Therefore, she has to cook medicine for the Queen Mother every day to recuperate her body."
Han Ji sighed and murmured: "Well, heart disease is the most difficult to treat."
"Brother Han, what did you say?"
"Nothing. Nothing." Han Ji smelled the medicine and probably knew several of the main ingredients in the medicine, and asked, "Who prepared this medicine?"
"It's Mr. Zhang from the Imperial Medical Bureau."
After hearing this, Han Ji thought to himself that although this man is small-minded, he is indeed a capable person. This medicine has a good effect on diseases caused by sadness and excessive worry.
After the man boiled the medicine, he said to the people outside the door: "Go to the Queen's house and tell the story that the medicine is ready. Order someone to come and get it." After hearing this, the man hurriedly went to tell the story.
Han Ji had no time to chat with anyone and started to cook the medicine.
After a while, a palace maid came over. Dr. Su handed the medicine to the palace maid, and the palace maid put it in a box. Dr. Liu also gave many instructions for the palace maid to remember. Seeing this scene of the doctor's kindness, Han Ji said with emotion: " This doctor should be benevolent and benevolent." I remembered the time when I was in the Imperial Medical Bureau, the serious and kind director of the Imperial Medical Bureau. That person's surname was also Su, so he called him Su Renxin. He is both Han Ji's leader and Han Ji's master. When he proposed to resign as imperial physician, Director Su stayed for a long time and did not want Han Ji to leave, but Han Ji finally left. Han Ji has always felt ashamed of Director Su, who has high medical ethics. In fact, the emperor did not listen to Han Ji's advice at that time, which was just one aspect. In fact, Han Ji wanted to save more people. Instead, he felt like a prison in this palace. He yearned for freedom and wanted to see outside, so he left.
Han Ji's medicine was also cooked. He put out the fire, took out a bamboo tube from the shelf, poured the medicine into the bamboo tube, wrapped the mouth of the tube with kraft paper, tied it with a rope, and was ready to leave. When they left, Dr. Su was still packing things and cleaning the decoction shop. Han Ji asked, "Doctor Su, where is the former Mr. Su Renxin?"
The man returned with a smile: "Brother Han, you are talking about my father! My father is old and has resigned from the position of supervisor. Now he is living at home."
Han Ji was pleasantly surprised. It was strange that this man was also so meticulous. He was Master Su's son. Han Ji bowed his hands to him and said, "If you go home and see Mr. Su, say hello to this ignorant junior like me."
"Brother Han, why do you say that? My father often mentions you, saying that you are extremely talented and will become a great person in the future. I just saw Mr. Zhang being so angry with you that he kept silent. It seems that you are indeed extraordinary."
"Master Su thinks highly of me. Anyway, you say hello to Master Su for me. I will pay you a visit when you are free someday. I'll take my leave."
"Okay, Brother Han, walk slowly."
"By the way, there is one more thing. The late emperor has passed away, and now the prince above the hall has succeeded him."
After hearing this, the man didn't show too much surprise and returned the favor: "Thank you, Brother Han, for telling me."
Han Ji returned to the main hall with the medicine. Many ministers had left, and only a few ministers were still discussing something with the emperor. Li Zhentian was a little embarrassed and at a loss. He didn't want to leave or stay.
Seeing Han Ji coming, he hurried over and said, "Brother Han, is the medicine ready? Let's send it to Brother Liu quickly."
Han Ji smiled, took out the medicine, handed it to Li Zhentian, and said, "Then drink this medicine."
"Isn't this for Brother Liu?"
"He's like that! How can he drink medicine? He's already unconscious. Why don't you feed him with your mouth?"
Li Zhentian shook his head in disgust and said, "What about this medicine?"
"This is the medicine for you. When did I say that I was going to boil the medicine for Liu Zhan? This medicine is for your injuries."
"Thank you, Brother Han." Although the medicine is not extremely bitter, most Chinese medicines are bitter. Li Zhentian drank the medicine in one gulp.
"Come on! Drinking medicine is exactly the same as when you drink. Next time Brother Han doesn't invite you to drink this bitter medicine, he will definitely treat you to drink."
"It's just a cup of medicine. But I have remembered the wine. Brother Han must not break his promise."
"That's natural."
Han Ji walked over and said to the emperor: "Your Majesty, this matter is over. We should also retire."
"Okay! I will send someone to take you back. You can stay in the capital for the next few days. You have made great contributions, and I will reward you well."
The two said at the same time: "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Han Ji and Li Zhentian will send Liu Zhan back to the Prince Consort's Mansion, while Yun Kai is praying for them in the Buddhist hall. Just when he heard a carriage stopped at the door, he hurriedly came out to take a look. Sure enough, he saw Liu Zhan lying there motionless, hugging Liu Zhan's body, tears streaming down his face. Han Ji hurriedly said: "Princess , Don’t panic. Liu Zhan is fine. He is just in a coma and will wake up in a few days."
Yun Kai touched Liu Zhan's hand. Although it was a little cold, it was not stiff. He could also feel the beating of his heart in his chest. He breathed a sigh of relief and cried, "I feel bad for this too. You said you should be well when you leave." Yes, it turned out to be like this when I came back."
Li Zhentian said: "I'm sorry, princess, it's my fault that I couldn't be with him."
Yun Kai is not such an ungrateful person. She understands that from the moment Liu Zhan walks out of the door, life and death are intertwined, and everyone has his destiny. She said: "I don't blame anyone, but Brother Zhan has become like this. How can I not be sad?" What? Come to think of it, Zhengtian, you are also seriously injured and exhausted." Li Zhentian was speechless. He was dealing with General Li Jilong of the Song Dynasty. A general who had been on the battlefield for many years was naturally a person with outstanding martial arts. However, a lot of thoughts are still on strategizing and arranging troops, which is different from people like Li Zhentian who come from the world and practice martial arts.
Seeing Yun Kai wiping the sweat off Liu Zhan's head with a handkerchief, he said, "Everyone is tired. Let's go and have a rest. Someone will carry the consort into the room. Remember to change into comfortable clothes."
Han Jidao: "I am also staying at the Prince Consort's Mansion these days to observe Liu Zhan's situation."
Yun Kai said: "Brother Han is tired. You should go and have a rest."
Li Zhentian said: "Princess, I will take my leave then. Come visit Brother Liu in two days."
Yun Kai nodded and said hello, and Li Zhentian left.
Li Zhentian returned to the inn, feeling exhausted. He ate something and then fell asleep. When I woke up, it was already evening, so I wanted to write a letter to the Feng family trustee to send back to Luoyang. However, his left arm was injured and he could no longer use it. He wrote the letter with his right hand alone. The handwriting was crooked. After hesitating for a long time, he could only give up and wait until tomorrow to find a writing stone. Looking out the window at the slowly setting sun, I thought: "I wonder how Lan'er and the others are doing? Is there anything going on at home?" Then he secretly said in annoyance: "Lan'er, I can't write family letters with one hand. Brother Liu is unconscious. Wake up, I can’t leave, so I can only go back later.”
"Dong dong dong", there was a knock on the door. Zhentian heard someone knocking on the door and subconsciously looked for clothes to put on. When he saw that he was sleeping, he didn't even take off his clothes. Maybe he was too tired. He got up and opened the door, and it turned out to be Han Ji.
Zhentian said: "Brother Han, what's the matter?"
"Coming to you for a drink!" Then Han Ji took out a gourd and opened the lid. The aroma of wine was intoxicating, and he showed a proud smile.
Zhentian said: "What a good wine." Then he walked out and shouted: "Waiter, here are the pounds of pork head meat, and two more signature dishes." The two of them sat down, took out their glasses, and drank.
"This wine is fine tiger bone wine. It will be good for the injury on your arm."
"Thank you, Brother Han." Then he picked up the cup. He happened to be thirsty and drank the large glass of wine in one gulp. The wine was sweet and fragrant. "It's a pleasure."
