Traveling through Great Qin: Father Qin Shihuang!

Wang Jian said a lot of words in one breath, obviously very tired, pushed away the spoon that Wang Ben handed over again, no appetite to continue eating, and planned to lie down and rest for a while.

"Master Hou, someone is asking to see you outside."

At this moment, the concierge came over and made a noise outside the door.

"Who?"

"The villain doesn't know that person, he just said his name is Zhao Che."

"Zhao Che? Young Master Che? Please come in!"

Hearing the news of Zhao Che's arrival, Wang Ben was obviously stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly asked Zhao Che to come in.

"Zhao Che is here? Tell him for me, I'm not feeling well, so I won't get up to see him."

Wang Jian, who was just about to lie down, also paused briefly after hearing the news of Zhao Che's arrival.

However, even though he really wanted to drag his body to see Zhao Che, he couldn't exert any strength after all, so he could only give Wang Ben an advice.

"Father, rest well, I'll go and see what Young Master Che is doing here this time."

Wang Ben nodded, helped Wang Jian lie down, covered him with a quilt, and went out.

"Tong Wuhou!"

As soon as he left the room, Wang Ben saw Zhao Che walking in led by the porter.

"I've seen the young master, the young master has come from a long way, and I have lost my way to welcome you."

After Wang Ben made a confession, he was going to take Zhao Che to the living room.

"I came here this time mainly to see the old man's body. You don't have to be so polite. If it's convenient for Marquis Tong Wu, just take me to see him now."

Zhao Che waved his hand, and didn't intend to greet Wang Ben, and asked about Wang Jian's condition.

"This……"

Wang Ben hesitated. Wang Jian just lay down. After all, today is different. His body does not allow Wang Jian to do too many things anymore. Even receiving guests is not easy.

"What's the matter? Isn't it convenient for Wu Chenghou?"

Zhao Che was stunned for a moment, and asked a question with some doubts.

"Young master, come with me!"

After some entanglement, Wang Ben agreed to let Zhao Che meet Wang Jian.

After all, Wang Jian's health is deteriorating, and no one knows how long he can last.

Zhao Che will go out for a tour with the First Emperor in a while, and it is reckoned that this may be the last time he sees Wang Jian.

Considering that the relationship between the two is not bad, Wang Ben agreed.

Soon, Wang Ben brought Zhao Che to the door of Wang Jian's room.

As soon as he opened the door and entered, Zhao Che smelled a very strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

At this moment, Wang Jian was lying motionless on the bed.

"Marquis Tongwu should pay attention to the ventilation. This room is too choking. The old man is not in good health. If he is kept in such a state again, it will easily cause problems."

Zhao Che fanned the smell of medicine in the air, gave Wang Ben a word of advice, and then walked to the bed.

At this time, Wang Jian had already fallen into a drowsy sleep, his breathing seemed a little weak, and his face was not as vigorous as before, and it was covered with age spots.

Zhao Che couldn't help but smacked his lips. It's been a long time since we saw each other. Wang Jian has become like this. It's as if all the fat has been removed from his whole body. At least he's lost more than ten or twenty catties. .

Zhao Che pinched Wang Jian's wrist, wanting to feel his pulse and see how his body was doing.

"Young master, how is my father's health?"

Wang Ben asked with some concern.

"The old man is getting old, and his injuries were quite serious before, but now it broke out all at once, and the situation is even worse than I imagined."

Zhao Che shook his head, he had nothing to hide.

In fact, including Wang Jian himself, he had already had a premonition, but he never said it out.

"Then can you find a way to make my father's health a little bit better? At least he can walk through this period of time safely."

Wang Ben couldn't hide the sadness on his face.

He also knew that it was simply unrealistic for Zhao Che to cure Wang Ben directly.

Therefore, Wang Ben's request is also very simple, as long as Wang Jian's health can be slightly improved, and he can live through the last days in peace.

"I'll prescribe some prescriptions later. You can send someone to fetch some medicine, which can relieve the old man's illness. I'm afraid he has suffered a lot during these days."

Zhao Che shook his head and sighed.

Wang Ben didn't know that Wang Jian usually pretended to be fine, but when the illness broke out, he was in unbearable pain.

It's just that Wang Jian doesn't want to make people worry, so he pretends to be calm every time.

As soon as Zhao Che checked Wang Jian's body, he knew it in his heart.

Wang Jian's physical condition is normal aging and failure, and he can't change it, but Zhao Che's medical skills can still help Wang Jian relieve his pain.

"I'll help the old man give the injections first, and you, Tong Wuhou, send someone to buy medicine for you."

Zhao Che took out the silver needle from his pocket, and asked Wang Ben to bring a pen and paper to write a prescription for him.

"After the acupuncture is over, take a meal of medicine every day according to the amount and method of this prescription, and the old man's health should improve."

"Thank you sir!"

Wang Ben held the prescription with both hands excitedly, and quickly called the steward of the mansion, asking him to bring the medicine as quickly as possible.

In order to keep the Wang family back then, Wang Jian did not hesitate to use the method of smearing his reputation, and asked Qin Shihuang for a lot of good things.

Therefore, there are quite a lot of precious things in the treasure house of the Wang family. In the prescriptions written by Zhao Che, those medicines are all precious medicinal materials.

If it were an ordinary person, it must be very difficult to collect so many medicines, but for the Wang family, that's all.

Zhao Che had already taken out the silver needle at this time, and after taking off Wang Jian's upper body clothes, he asked Wang Ben to bring alcohol to disinfect his hands and the silver needle.

After everything was ready, Zhao Che glanced at it.

Wang Jian is worthy of being an outstanding veteran of the Great Qin Dynasty. His old body is covered with various scars and scars, and the evil spirit revealed in it can be seen at a glance.

It's a pity that the hero is late, and Wang Jian's body is no longer what it used to be. There is almost no flesh and blood in his body, only the skin tightly wraps the bones.

Zhao Che flicked his fingers repeatedly, and in the blink of an eye more than a dozen silver needles had landed on Wang Jian's body.

Wang Jian, who was sleeping soundly, seemed to feel something, and immediately showed a painful expression.

"Young master, is this my father?"

Wang Ben had been paying attention to Wang Jian's face, and when he saw something was wrong, he rushed over to ask a question.

"Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon. I am stimulating his body organs and tissues, and there will be some pain."

Zhao Che casually confessed to Wang Ben, and in the blink of an eye, he pierced a few more silver needles.

In the end, Zhao Che also stabbed an extremely long silver needle directly into the top of Wang Jian's head, seeing Wang Ben's heart skip a beat.

As for Wang Jian, who was sleeping soundly, the expression on his face was sometimes painful and sometimes relaxed.

About half an hour later, Zhao Che stretched out his hand and pulled out the silver needles stuck in Wang Jian's body.