Hey, you are reborn too?

"Well, then I'll believe you this time," the man's voice was a little erratic, and he took a few deep breaths before continuing his words, "If you really cure my wife, I won't pursue the previous matter. But if you kill my wife, I will report it to the government. If the government doesn't care, I can only complain at the gate of the general's mansion."

"Don't worry." Xie Yongwei took the woman's pulse with a calm look in her eyes. She gently pressed the woman's chin, checked her tongue and other parts, confirmed the woman's condition, and looked at the man seriously.

"She is the woman I prescribed Wutou for yesterday?" Xie Yongwei's face was a little solemn. "Someone gave her Pinellia. The two drugs counteracted each other and produced toxicity, which is why your wife fell into a coma."

"Yes," the man fished out the prescription from his arms. His fingers were trembling, and he flipped the prescription three times before he finally opened it. "Yes, it contains Aconitum!"

Xie Yongwei got a positive answer and immediately gave the woman acupuncture.

After several injections, color finally appeared on the woman's face and she slowly opened her eyes.

"My wife, my wife," the man held the woman's hand, his facial muscles trembling and his eyes blinking, as if he was about to cry in the next second, "How do you feel?"

"Husband," the woman said, her voice slightly hoarse, "When I drank the medicine this morning, I felt that the taste was wrong. It was different from the medicine brewed by Jishidiang last night. I thought there was a difference between our casserole and Jishidiang's, so I drank it directly. Unexpectedly, I passed out after drinking it."

Looking at Xie Yongwei beside her, and then looking up at the plaque of Jishidi Hall above her head, the woman seemed to understand something, and her eyes widened instantly: "You, you come to the door of Jishidi Hall to cause trouble?"

The man was speechless and lowered his head.

"Sun Lang, there is nothing wrong with the prescription from Jishidiang," the woman said as she struggled to sit up. "They even helped us, how could you come here and cause trouble?"

"My wife, calm down first. You still have needles in your body." The man quickly held her down, turned around and knelt down in front of Xie Yongwei, and apologized sincerely, "Miss Xie, thank you for saving my wife again. I didn't know the truth today and went to the door of Jishidi Hall without permission. I am really sorry."

After he finished speaking, he kowtowed three times to Xie Yongwei, with the sound of his forehead touching the ground, which was enough to show his apology.

"Okay." Xie Yongwei never liked to make things difficult for others, especially those who had no power. When the man kowtowed for the second time, she wanted to reach out and help him up.

However, she misjudged the man's sincerity in apologizing, or maybe he was stubborn, and he kowtowed to Xie Yongwei three times before stopping. When she looked up again, there was blood oozing from the man's forehead.

"Wipe it off," Xie Yongwei was somewhat moved by his sincerity. She handed the man a small porcelain bottle and pointed at her forehead. "There's blood on my forehead."

"Thank you, young lady." The man did not take it, but hesitated. "This porcelain bottle is exquisite. The ointment inside must be expensive. I have practiced martial arts for many years, so this little injury is nothing."

Practicing martial arts for many years? Xie Yongwei carefully looked at the man in front of her. He had faint bulges of muscles under his clothes and a simple smile on his face. He didn't look like a child of the capital, but a resident of the suburbs of Beijing.

For people who practice martial arts all year round, these injuries are indeed not worth mentioning. Xie Yongwei quietly put away the medicine bottle.

"You don't look like a native of the capital. Do you have something to do in the capital this time?"

"Miss Xie, you are so good at predicting things," the man chuckled, "I came to Beijing this time, firstly to participate in the martial arts palace examination at the end of this month, and secondly, to treat my wife's illness."

Xie Yongwei nodded gently, so that's it. Her brows furrowed, and a thought flashed through her mind, who was the martial arts champion in the 26th year of Xuanzheng?

Xie Yongwei stroked her chin and blinked. The champion of martial arts in the 26th year of Xuanzheng in her previous life caused a sensation. The reason was that the champion was not a son of a noble family, but an unknown country man.

Strangely enough, ever since Dayuan established the military examination, the top scorer must be a son of an aristocratic family, without exception. The only exception was the 26th year of Xuanzheng.

Looking back now, Xie Yongwei still admires the civilian martial arts champion. But unfortunately, the martial arts champion in his previous life had a bad fate. After serving as an official for a few months, he was heartbroken because of the loss of his wife. He resigned from his official duties and disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

The martial arts champion seems to have the surname Sun?

Xie Yongwei immediately recalled the name the woman had just called the man in front of her, "Sun Lang".

"Is your surname Sun?" Xie Yongwei pretended not to know and asked the man.

"Yes, the younger one's surname is Sun."

Xie Yongwei nodded slightly. If she saved Master Sun's wife now, wouldn't that save Master Sun from having to resign from his court position due to the loss of his wife in the future?

However, is this a good thing or a bad thing? After all, three years later, Dayuan and Beili will go to war. If Master Sun is still in office, he will definitely go to the battlefield. If something happens to him at that time...

Forget it, Xie Yongwei shook her head slightly. She respected the fate of others. After her rebirth, she didn't want to care so much about irrelevant people.

Meeting is fate. I saved his wife today, which can be regarded as a good relationship with them.

"Sir," Xie Yongwei looked at Master Sun, "your wife's illness is no longer serious. Go back and get the medicine according to the prescription, and take it according to the dosage every day. Don't worry too much on a daily basis, and the illness will naturally get better."

"Thank you so much, young lady!" Young Master Sun scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed. "It's my fault for causing trouble today. If Miss Xie needs anything in the future, please feel free to help me."

He muttered quietly: "Although I may not be able to help you now, if I become successful someday, I will definitely not forget Miss Xie."

"Okay," Xie Yongwei smiled, "Mr. Sun, I need your help right now."

"Ms. Xie, please speak!"

"When you return, please explain the facts to your neighbors and clear up the reputation of Jishitang."

"Of course, of course."

While the two were talking, the needle in Mrs. Sun's body had been removed.

Mr. Sun helped her stand up and said goodbye to Xie Yongwei.

Before leaving, Master Sun gritted his teeth and summoned up the courage to ask Xie Yongwei, "Miss Xie, in previous years, it was very difficult for non-noble families to get a rank in the martial arts exam. In your opinion, is it possible for me to get a rank this year?"

Xie Yongwei raised her eyebrows. Yes, but too much. This year, few children from aristocratic families participated in the military examination. Among the dignitaries in the capital, only the son of Mr. Zhao, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, participated.

This year, the chief examiner was the Minister of Rites, who had always been at odds with the Minister of Revenue, Lord Zhao. Xie Yongwei could guess with her toes that, given the current atmosphere in Dayuan's officialdom, the Minister of Rites would definitely not select Lord Zhao's son as the top martial arts champion. Even if it was to disgust Lord Zhao, he would definitely choose someone else as the top martial arts champion.

Logically, the palace examination should be presided over by the emperor, and the top martial arts scholar should also be selected by the emperor.

However, the emperor really valued civil officials over military officials and wanted to cancel the military examination several times, but was strongly dissuaded by the military generals and had to give up the idea.

Thinking of this, Xie Yongwei felt a little uneasy.

The fact that His Majesty values ​​civil affairs over military affairs is so evident in his words that it is almost known to everyone in Dayuan.

Then, are the troops still willing to sacrifice their lives for Dayuan? If Beili attacks in three years, what will the people of Dayuan do?