This disease cannot be cured, it must be cured

A moment later, Song Chunjing frowned, and in the blink of an eye countless eyelashes drooped.

When Li Chen saw his expression, he knew he was thinking of some nonsense, and immediately said: "Now, eat well, and I will spare you for a while."

Song Chunjing looked up at him again, the slightly raised corners of his eyes formed a slender arc, and the pink color at the end of his eyes spread to his scalp before completely dissipating.

Li Chen turned his eyes away with difficulty, and then turned back, "Why don't we do it again?"

Song Chunjing shook his head immediately, and picked up the bowl of soup again, "...Drink the soup."

Li Chen raised the corner of his mouth to smile, his eyes turned into a narrow abyss.

"Forget it, you," Li Chen stretched out his arms to pick up his remaining soup bowl, filled it up again and put it in front of him.

Song Chunjing heaved a sigh of relief and laughed along with him.

Li Chen looked at him and smiled, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his eyelashes.

Song Chunjing blinked and dodged, "... Your Majesty."

"Okay." Li Chen withdrew his hand and sat on his seat, feeling full of satisfaction, "Don't move, let's eat."

Song Chunjing looked at him for a while and found that he really didn't move anymore, so he started to eat.

Li Chen ate a few mouthfuls with him, put down his chopsticks and looked at him.

Song Chunjing ate for a while, but couldn't stand the staring gaze, and put down his chopsticks.

"You continue to eat yours." Li Chen said.

"Is there something wrong with the emperor?" Song Chunjing asked.

"It's okay." Li Chen sat up straight, "Look at you."

Song Chunjing's eyes moved slightly, and his eyelids drooped. When Li Chen saw it, he immediately said, "Don't try to lie."

Song Chunjing paused, he opened his mouth, and a smile appeared on the slightly drooping corner of his mouth.

In the end, he didn't say anything and continued to eat.

It wasn't until Li Chen saw that he put down his chopsticks that he didn't move anymore, and then he asked from the side: "Is this the only appetite after two meals?"

Song Chunjing: "Compared to the emperor who does not care about state affairs all day long, a humble minister naturally eats less."

Li Chen raised his eyebrows, reached out and hooked his belt, "It hasn't changed, has it?"

Song Chunjing immediately shut his mouth tightly.

Li Chen picked up the milk tea on the side and handed it to him, "Try this."

Song Chunjing: "I'm full, I can't eat."

"Taste a sip." Li Chen still held it up.

Song Chunjing reluctantly took it and took a sip.

The sweetness, tea aroma, and milk aroma immediately filled the taste buds, and Song Chunjing couldn't help but take another sip.

Li Chen looked at his expression and smiled triumphantly.

Yan Zhen brought Song Chunjing's medicine box from the outside, put it aside, and then carefully asked for instructions: "Your Majesty, there are still some memorials in Zhan Shijian that have not been approved by Zhu, but..."

But Zhan's affairs were chaotic, and some memorials were scattered all over the table and floor, and some of them could not be cleaned up.

This messy appearance, even if it is reluctantly approved by Zhu, cannot be sent back to the officials.

Otherwise, the emperor's "faint monarch" hat would spread throughout the capital within half a day.

Song Chunjing recalled last night, his complexion paused, and the tips of his ears turned red.

However, Li Chen didn't respond. He thought for a while, "Take care of it, and then go and notify the person who handed over the paperwork yesterday to rewrite it."

He explained this in his mouth, stared at Song Chunjing's ears and smiled maliciously.

"Then the reason..." Yan Zhen asked for instructions.

Li Chen glanced at him, and said impatiently: "It's on fire, it's flooded, it's splashed with ink, just watch and tell."

It means that such trivial matters still need to be asked, and there is a sense of helplessness and worry in the tone of "there is no one who can fight".

"Yes." Yan Zhen hurriedly responded, "The slave will leave."

Li Chen gave a casual "um" and explained without turning his head: "There is nothing important, so don't come in."

"Yes."

After he left, Song Chunjing drank the remaining milk tea in one gulp, cleared his throat, "Weichen, please change your arm first."

"it is good."

Li Chen lifted his cuff, revealing some red and swollen wounds.

Song Chunjing frowned and inspected carefully, then breathed a sigh of relief, "It's not a big deal, this hand shouldn't be too hard."

Li Chen thought about the situation of the battle between last night and this morning, and he couldn't enjoy himself with one hand at all, but it was hard to guarantee that Song Chunjing would not become angry when he said it, so he nodded and replied seriously: "Got it."

After changing the medicine, Song Chunjing carefully bandaged his wound.

When he was seeing a doctor, he didn't like to talk, and his face was tense, and he felt frightened when he saw people, and he didn't dare to speak presumptuously.

Li Chen deliberately teased him, so he clenched his fists, and Song Chunjing immediately said, "Don't move."

Li Chen smiled silently, "Let me try to see if your bandages are tight."

Song Chunjing didn't raise his eyes, "Tighten it up. If the Emperor doesn't like it, you can ask Imperial Physician Xu."

Li Chen: "..."

What do you mean by Xu Zhuo?

He opened his mouth, and Song Chunjing said again: "President Xu has the same skills, and is also very beautiful. He also wants to make a career, so he will obey you in every word and deed. It is very sympathetic."

Li Chen couldn't tell whether it was a compliment or a scorn, he thought about it, and sighed resolutely: "I'm still jealous."

Song Chunjing didn't answer.

After he finished bandaging, he stood up, Lei Luo calmly packed his medicine box, and then carried it on his shoulder, "Weichen is going to the Imperial Hospital to report."

Li Chen didn't expect that the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and he held him back, "Let's go in a few days."

"doing what?"

Li Chen thought for a while: "I haven't said anything yet, why are you sorry for me?"

Song Chunjing: "Since the emperor just said he didn't want to hear it, then don't say it."

"I want to hear it now."

Song Chunjing suddenly said "Oh", and laughed not very innocently, "I don't want to talk about it now."

Seeing the smile on his face, Li Chen couldn't help but licked his side teeth.

Song Chunjing estimated the time, and felt that he could make it in time for the afternoon shift, so he carried his medicine box: "Your Majesty, I will just..."

Li Chen stood up, took a step forward, hugged Song Chunjing with one hand, buried his chin on his shoulder, his nose was filled with a faint refreshing breath, "Also, you came back late, why don't you make it up to me? "

Song Chunjing: "Let's make it up later."

"Don't go to work, should you?" Li Chen still didn't give up, hugging the person and not letting go, "Tell Yan Zhen to ask for leave for you, at least you have to take a rest."

Song Chunjing thought for a while, then rolled his eyes slightly.

Li Chen: "I still have a lot to say to you."

Song Chunjing had to go to the Imperial Hospital today, and he wanted to coax him, so he said, "At that time, you will go south, and I know you will definitely come back, so I will stay at home and wait for you to come back."

"Now, the emperor should wait for me at home." He said.

Oh my god.

To get a good word from this killer is simply as difficult as reaching the sky.

Li Chen had mixed feelings in his heart and became dumb for a moment.

Song Chunjing pushed him, "Your Majesty, I'll go to the Imperial Hospital to report on the sale of holidays, and I'll come tomorrow."

Li Chen was even more reluctant, his heart was in a turmoil, as if someone was pulling his internal organs.

Song Chunjing struggled a bit, and found that his arm was bound like an iron barrel and he couldn't move at all. He raised his hand and patted Li Chen's muscular arm.

Li Chen still did not let go.

Song Chunjing said helplessly: "... Your Majesty"

"I'm going to rush you if I hug you." Li Chen interrupted him.

He touched his clothes with his hands, and ground his teeth silently.

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, people from the Ministry of Rites who were relocated came again, Qiu Chong climbed on the tree and watched, screaming heart-piercingly.

The silence in the room is precious.

Song Chunjing took a step back, and said soothingly, "In the evening, Wei Chen will come over at night."

After a while, Li Chen let go of his hand and stretched out his hand to smooth the front of his clothes.

Song Chunjing watched him finish tidying up, raised his eyelids and smiled again.

"...I can't walk away laughing anymore." Li Chen said in a serious voice with a sullen face.

Song Chunjing smiled even wider, stretched out his hand to grab his hand, it fell apart at the touch, and turned around.

After seeing off the people, Li Chen stood in front of the east palace gate and looked at the carriage that had disappeared without a trace, he felt a little strange.

Song Chunjing has been walking in a safe zone, hiding from danger faster than anyone else, but he went to the northwest for Shen Huan.

Is it really just for the unparalleled master-student friendship?

He looked ahead, licked the side of his mouth, and told Yan Zhen: "Find someone to go to the General's Mansion, and see what the housekeeper told me to blame."

Yan Zhen looked into the distance together with him, and answered first when he heard the words, "Yes."

"Quietly, don't let the wind leak." Li Chen didn't say anything in a good mood.

"Yes." Yan Zhen replied again.

Li Chen thought to himself, what kind of nonsense did that damned butler of the General's Mansion make up to tell Song Chunjing?

Then in series with Song Chunjing's recent actions, he suddenly had an idea in his heart, thinking: Don't put Shen Huan on my head, right?

Yan Zhen looked at his expression, thought for a long time before making up his mind, and said: "Yes, Commander Wuda said that the general's mansion misunderstood you and said together that you intercepted and killed the general and Shen Huan halfway, and that you forced Shen Huan Huan couldn't stand in Beijing, so he went far to the northwest."

Li Chen: "..."

He didn't dare to mention a word about Song Chunjing, Li Chen opened his mouth and asked directly, "Did Chunjing'er believe it?"

housekeeper:"……"

Li Chen hissed, took a breath, and thought: No wonder you said sorry to me.

The Tai Hospital has been renovated again, and a lot of hardware has been added, making it brighter and more brilliant than before.

Because the new emperor is not in good health.

When he was still the crown prince, he invited the imperial physician to the East Palace to see a doctor every three days. Seeing that he was about to ascend the throne, he specially asked someone to come and accompany the imperial physician.

This shows that the body is really bad.

Song Chunjing didn't have a good rest for several days, and he was overworked last night. He couldn't help dozing off while walking, so he walked in with all his energy.

As soon as he entered the gate of the imperial hospital, the court judge saw him from a distance, and immediately went out to greet him, "Dr. Song!"

"Ouch," he smacked his sluggish and disfigured face up and down, "didn't you say to ask for two more days off, why did you come here?"

Song Chunjing smiled softly, raised his hands and bowed respectfully to him, and said decently: "Thank you for your care, I'm worried about the affairs of the Supreme Hospital, so I'm here."

The court verdict is very useful, and the attitude is even better.

"How is the emperor's wind and cold?"

He asked in a low voice, "How come you can still get wind and cold in this weather, is it serious?"

After a rough thought, Song Chunjing knew that the excuse given to him to ask for leave was that the emperor was ill.

So he followed with a sigh, "Maybe it's cold."

"You still have to pay more attention to your body and don't be greedy for cold." The court judge said, and followed him into the inner room.

Liu Zixian's eyes lit up immediately, and he said "Hi" in surprise, "Physician Song!"

Song Chunjing nodded to him.

"No, no," Liu Zixian put down the medicine bag in his hand, and moved closer, "It should be Academician Song, you've been asking for a long time, and I'm left alone, I'm so bored that I'm going to die."

In the Tai Hospital, he said that the Tai Hospital was boring, and regarded other people as air, and just opened his mouth to say "I'm left alone".

Song Chunjing didn't take it to heart, with his usual gentleness on his face, he waved his hand lightly as a greeting.

Liu Zixian followed behind him, and wanted to continue to move up, but the court judge turned his head and reached out to pat him on the head, "Go away! Choose your medicine!"

Then he turned around and smiled at Song Chunjing as if changing his face.

Song Chunjing returned to his seat and stood there watching the judge.

The court judge stretched out his hand, "You sit, you sit."

He was standing, and Song Chunjing couldn't sit comfortably, fearing that one day he would turn his back on him and dig out his 'disregard for decency' past.

"The judge please sit down." He said respectfully.

Don't be arrogant when you get promoted, and don't be lazy when you have to pay attention.

The court judge really liked this kind of sharp-eyed people.

There was a strong smile on his face, and he couldn't take it off, "Oh, Doctor Song...".

Song Chunjing knew from his expression that he had something to say, and the next moment, the court judge really let out a sigh of relief: "The emperor is not in good health, you should know better than anyone else."

Yes, no matter which aspect it is from, it is relatively understandable.

Song Chunjing waited for him to continue.

The court judged: "There are still a few days left to ascend the throne. The emperor wants to order an attendant imperial physician early. Look..."

"It's true," he interrupted what Song Chunjing was about to say, "Academicians are indeed not qualified, but the emperor said, 'Song Tai Physician is highly skilled, sincere, and good-natured, so he can be promoted exceptionally', you see..."

You say you see, but the meaning is completely different.

It means you have to.

Song Chunjing paused for a moment, feeling that this compliment was a bit like cursing.

The court judged: "Of course, other matters you are responsible for can be postponed and handed over to others. You only need to put the emperor first."

In ancient times, the emperor's attendant imperial physicians were usually judged by the court, and no matter how bad they were, they were also judged by the deputy court. In addition to managing the affairs of the imperial hospital, they only had to be in charge of the emperor's health.

Song Chunjing didn't speak, and seemed to reconsider.

"The emperor said that after one year, if he is capable, he can be promoted directly to the deputy judge." The judge didn't know what to consider, but Song Chunjing's daily behavior was too unrestrained and he didn't admire power, so he thought he was still hesitating , Continue to persuade: "It has always been three years for an academician to be promoted to an associate judge."

For a moment, several people in Tai Hospital looked at Song Chunjing.

Liu Zixian was mostly curious, but Xu Zhuoze's eyes were somewhat inexplicable and obscure, and the eyes of the other young imperial physicians who came in these days were mostly curious.

Song Chunjing ignored everything and stood upright.

The court judge looked at him expectantly, "Look..."

Song Chunjing readily agreed: "Okay, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

The judge let out a sigh of relief.

Then he realized it was too obvious, and looked around with an embarrassed smile.

Immediately there was a burst of compliments from around:

"Congratulations, Imperial Physician Song!"

"Physician Song has a bright future."

"Take care of me in the future..."

Amidst the sighs, only Xu Zhuo snuggled up in the corner, timidly looking at the smiling Song Chunjing.

Song Chunjing nodded his thanks to the congratulations, and then asked the court judge in a low voice: "Judge, then my monthly silver...is it issued according to the academician's order, or according to the deputy court's order?"

Court verdict: "..."

The court judge gritted his teeth, feeling that his eyelids were shallow.

Serving as an imperial physician is such a lucrative position, not to mention anything else, when the concubines in the harem want to inquire about the emperor's health, they will have to send some gold, silver and jewelry every now and then.

Not to mention there are civil and military officials, merchants and rich people.

...Is it still short of the 20 taels of silver?

Song Chunjing looked at him eagerly, it seemed that he was short of the money.

The court finally persuaded him, and everyone in the Tai Hospital testified. Even if Song Chunjing is not easy to repent, but he is such a person who doesn't care about face, what if he really turns his face and repents...

The court judge was afraid of accidents, so he gritted his teeth, "According to the judgment of the deputy court!"

"Thank you for the judgment." Song Chunjing said gratefully.

This is considered to be a matter of beating, just waiting for the emperor to live in the palace, and ask for a safe pulse every morning and evening.

The court judge patted him on the shoulder contentedly, and Guan Ai explained: "Don't forget to record the file and sell the leave."

Song Chunjing thanked again, "Thank you for the court judgment."

The court judge nodded, glanced at his dusty table, and waved to outsiders, "Sixing, clean up the medical table for your master."

He Sixing hurried in, holding a clean cotton cloth in his hand, "Yes."

Then he bowed to Song Chunjing and bowed respectfully. He hesitated again when he wanted to call Master, so it was better to call out: "Physician Song."

Song Chun nodded, "Thank you."

He Sixing lowered his head, took all the things on his table and put them on the window sill, wiped the table with a half-wet cotton cloth, then took out a clean handkerchief, and dried it carefully.

Finally, put the items on the table back to their original positions.

"Okay." He stood still and said with his head down.

Song Chunjing didn't look at the clean and shiny table, but only looked at the top of his hair, and said, "Thank you."

He Sixing: "Physician Song is polite, no thanks."

Song Chunjing opened the medicine box, replenished the commonly used medicine packs, took out all the trocars and hand knives, and prepared to wash them all.

He Sixing stood still.

Song Chunjing did his own thing.

He Sixing looked up at his smooth movements, watched for a while, and couldn't help asking: "Physician Song has been on leave for more than ten days, where did you go?"

Song Chunjing didn't even look at him, the corners of his lips twitched and he smiled.

The room was as quiet as before, all the imperial physicians were busy with their own affairs, those who asked for pulse, those who dispensed medicine, Song Chunjing was suddenly promoted, and he didn't have to worry about other things.

After a while, there were only three or two left in the huge outer hall.

He Sixing held the rag tightly in his hand, his eyes trembled several times, and he asked again anxiously: "Physician Song said that he would consider taking me as an apprentice, does this matter?"

Song Chunjing still didn't answer this time, but nodded his head without discerning emotion or anger.

"Sixing," he sat down and looked at the sight of no one around.

His desk is in the back, next to the window, and his back is against the medical study room, which is the most secluded and safe position.

"I asked you a question, and you answered it truthfully." He said softly.

"Yes."

It was as if a weight was placed in He Sixing's heart, and he hit it heavily to the bottom.

Song Chun nodded, and asked directly: "Chen Huan asked himself to be a teacher at the beginning, was it because of the emperor's order?"

He Sixing just heard the word 'Shen Huan' and his head became hot. He felt that countless blood vessels burst on his face, and his face turned red with a bang.

He didn't say a word, Song Chunjing looked at him stiffly, nodded his head, "I rethought what you said when you went to my house that day, and there really wasn't a single sentence pointing directly at the emperor. It was my preconceived misunderstanding, I'll ask you now Again, what is this fact?"

He Sixing stood holding his breath, his hands and feet were cold, and he felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"You don't need to say it, but my apprentice must be honest and upright. Even if you want to protect yourself due to the current situation, you have to do it as a last resort." Song Chunjing said to him.

He Sixing squeezed his hands tightly into the rag, and he wrung out some water from the half-wet piece, which dripped onto the ground along his knuckles.

Song Chunjing looked at the water stains on the ground, then looked into his eyes, and said slowly but firmly: "You can make mistakes, but you have to admit your mistakes openly, and you can correct them in the future. A gentleman is frank."