The Ming Dynasty started with caution

"You're here, sir, you might as well let Wang Ji take a look." Yan Chengjin saw some disappointment on Li Dongyang's face.

It seemed that he was still looking forward to it.

It was only because Wang Ji was young and lacked the immortality of an old Chinese doctor that he was despised.

In the last life, Yan Chengjin also liked to look for older people when seeing a doctor. Older people are more spicy, and older drivers are more reliable.

It's just human nature, don't blame Li Dongyang.

Li Dongyang sighed: "Then let's take a look."

Yan Chengjin looked around the courtyard and did not see Li Qing'e, "Miss is not at home today?"

The housekeeper of the Li Mansion whispered: "Are you going somewhere with Madam to burn incense?"

Arriving at Li Zhaoxian's bedroom, Wang Ji sat down and took his pulse. He opened his eyelids and looked carefully at his eyelids, then looked at the tongue coating, and finally pulled out Li Zhaoxian's hand to look at the nail bed.

"The coating on my tongue is white and slippery, my eyes are bloodless, my qi and blood are sluggish, and the medicine I'm taking is too harmful to my body. If I continue, I'm afraid my internal organs will wither and bleed to death."

When Li Zhaoxian heard this, tears flowed from his eyes. He once held a glimmer of hope for life, but these words made him feel despair.

Li Dongyang was angry: "Do you know how to treat diseases? Why are you cursing my son to die of illness?"

Wang Ji was too frightened to speak out. When he was treating patients, he would usually tell the truth about the situation.

Is this anemia?

Yan Chengjin fell into deep thought.

This is similar to the people he has seen with severe anemia. In later generations, the disease was not too serious.

However, any minor illness has the possibility of causing serious illness.

Li Zhaoxian was already weak.

Li Dongyang was ill and went to the doctor urgently. He was prescribed a lot of medicine, which made his body even more weak.

You also have to avoid all kinds of food. This is probably how Li Zhaoxian died.

"Is there any cure?" Yan Chengjin asked.

Wang Ji nodded: "Yes, but the medicine you decoctioned before can no longer be taken. The student will prescribe some prescriptions for Master Li."

Zhaoxian was weak. Should he trust this doctor? Li Dongyang hesitated and looked at Yan Chengjin: "How sure are you?"

Life is at stake, the last son is left, and even if Li Dongyang is executed, the city will still pursue him.

"I'm not a doctor, so I'm not even 10% sure." Yan Chengjin looked at Wang Ji and said, "How sure you are, tell Mr. Li."

"Eighty percent." Wang Ji said matter-of-factly.

Yan Chengjin was shocked and said quickly: "At first glance, it was 80%, but I didn't know until I took the medicine. How can I say such a thing accurately?"

Li Dongyang nodded. He was forced to ask such a question.

After seeing so many doctors, he really shouldn't trust anyone.

This is the last incense of the Li family.

"A dozen doctors have looked at the aura disease, but no one dares to say, 80%, let's go."

More than a dozen doctors had seen it but were unable to do anything. Suddenly a young doctor told him that he was 80% sure. Li Dongyang couldn't believe it.

He has seen too many young officials who are very happy with their achievements.

In order to climb to the top, I dare to report good fortune to His Majesty.

The simpler it is, the less he can believe it.

Don't let Zhaoxian die yourself.

Yan Chengjin had no burden in his heart. If Wang Ji could not be cured, Li Zhaoxian would die in July.

Wang Ji showed him, maybe he could reverse it.

"If you don't believe in Wang Ji, you should trust your subordinates." Yan Chengjin knew that this was Li Dongyang's last son, and he would be gone if he died.

He was more cautious than himself at this time.

"Dad, I want to give it a try..." Li Zhaoxian was furious.

Li Dongyang looked at him and muttered a few times: "Okay, if it doesn't get better within ten days, I will replace him with a doctor."

Yan Chengjin breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Ji quickly wrote down the prescription on the paper and ordered someone to get the medicine.

An hour later, a servant came with a bowl of dark medicinal soup. Li Zhao took a sip first. The medicine was not bitter, but rather delicious and sweet.

"How do you feel Zhaoxian?"

This medicine tastes much better than the one he drank before. Li Zhaoxian felt his stomach felt better, "I want to take a nap."

After coming out of Li Mansion, Yan Chengjin ordered someone to take Wang Ji to see Liu Wentai.

After Veterinarian Liu fell ill, he took leave and stayed at home, fearing that the worst would happen and not knowing whether he could be saved.

"He is Judge Liu of Tai Hospital. Please stay at his house during this period and teach him medical skills."

Wang Ji looked weird, asking me to teach an old imperial doctor medical skills?

Yan Chengjin knew his scruples and said, "Don't worry, his medical skills are not as good as yours."

In the hearts of people like Wang Ji, the imperial doctor is a supreme existence. Only those with great medical skills can serve as imperial doctors in the palace.

This is true in itself.

In the early Ming Dynasty, this was indeed the case.

Emperor Hongzhi's father conferred a large number of ministerial officials, and doctors could serve as imperial doctors without relying on their medical skills. Liu Wentai was one of them.

Wang Ji didn't know Liu Wentai's background, so he blindly worshiped him.

Yan Chengjin ordered people to send Wang Ji there.

Three days passed,

Li Dongyang discovered that his son's condition had actually improved. His speech was no longer weak, but he had regained a little energy, and he sounded less laborious.

This doctor is really a miracle doctor.

But he felt strange.

He had never heard of this person in Jiangnan, so how did Yan Chengjin know that there was such a person in Jiangnan.

"Zhaoxian, what do you think?"

"It's getting better. I feel like my strength is back in my body. Dad, I want to get up and go for a walk."

"No! Lie still."

Li Dongyang asked his servants to watch him all night to prevent the kid from running away secretly. After he left, Li Qing'e came to the room to talk to him.

"Qing'e, is that handsome Lord Yan your sweetheart?" Li Zhaoxian became gossipy.

Li Qing'e nodded.

"So it's him that Dad always talks about. What do you think? I'll help you." Li Zhaoxian said with a smile.

My sister listens to Dad the most. If Dad doesn't agree, I'm afraid she won't marry.

There are many high-ranking officials and scholars who come to Li's house to propose marriage.

My sister doesn't like any of them. She must marry Yan Chengjin.

Li Zhaoxian admires Yan Chengjin. He passed the imperial examination at a young age, and he still needs his father's favor to study in the Imperial College.

"Brother, don't mention it in front of Dad, Dad will be angry."

Li Zhaoxian didn't agree. Dad used to beat him with a cane.

But after he got sick, he never got beaten again.

There are also benefits to being sick.

Yan's Mansion,

Yan Chengjin received a message from Li Qing'e that Li Zhaoxian had improved, so he took Wang Ji to see Li's Mansion.

Wang Ji felt Li Zhaoxian's pulse and nodded: "Much better than when we first met."

"Thank you, Doctor Wang and Lord Yan." Li Zhaoxian sat up.

"Rest for another ten days, and come to my house. This is a token."

Li Zhaoxian took it gratefully, and his body gradually improved, and he could already get out of bed.

Li Dongyang did not interfere, but he did not allow him to read anymore.

Li Zhaoxian counted the days silently, and on the morning of the eleventh day, he quietly came to Yan's Mansion, looking at the dilapidated and somewhat dilapidated courtyard in front of him.

Suspiciously asked the servant: "Does Lord Yan live here?"

"There is absolutely no mistake. I have sent cakes several times."

Li Zhaoxian knocked on the door. After a while, the doorman looked through the cat's eye and asked: "Is it Master Zhaoxian of the Li family?"

"That's right. This is a token given by Lord Yan."

The doorman opened the door. For those who can't match the secret code and want to come to the Yan Mansion, the master usually gives a token.

Li Zhaoxian came to the yard and saw a group of servants running, or should I say... chasing chickens.

He also saw many strange equipment.

Some people were pulling sacks behind them, some were carrying buckets, and some were wearing strange clothes that seemed very heavy.

Everyone looked like their parents had died, and they had no desire to live, but they were crying and running forward.

Li Zhaoxian was frightened.

"Lord Yan?"

"Run around the yard fifty times first, and I'll tell you about the rehabilitation plan later." Yan Chengjin taught the way to longevity.

In the Ming Dynasty, except for warriors, scholars rarely had the awareness of keeping fit, and they just read books all day long.

Li Zhaoxian looked hesitant, wondering if he could run that much.

He followed the servants and started running.

The servants in Li's house were terrified. The young master had just recovered from a serious illness, and running dozens of laps would kill him, right?

He hurried back to the house to report: "Master, it's bad, Lord Yan is going to kill the young master..."

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