Tibetan beads

Nancheng, the place where the lower nine streams gather.

"Brother, does Doctor Zhong live here?"

At the entrance of the dilapidated alley, the old man who was enjoying the cool looked up and saw a well-mannered middle-aged scribe, looked him up in surprise, and replied: "There is a doctor Zhong here, but I don't know if it is the doctor Zhong you mentioned. .”

The scribe smiled and nodded, pointing to the row of people in the alley: "Are they all here to seek medical treatment from God Zhong?"

"That's right!" The old man said with a smile, "Doctor Zhong is a good man. There are many poor people in this area. He only charges a few dollars for seeing a doctor. If the big guys look down on seeing a doctor, they all come to him for a try. Hey, it's really good." many people."

He glanced curiously at the young gentleman with his entourage behind the scribe. These people didn't seem to look down on patients. Did Doctor Zhong's reputation spread so far?

"Thank you, brother." The scribe saluted and thanked him, and winked at his attendants. Someone came over immediately, said a few words to the medicine boy by the door, and stuffed another ingot of silver.

The medicine boy looked this way, but shook his head firmly.The entourage wanted to say more, so he simply turned around and went back.

The entourage had no choice but to come back and say, "He doesn't charge money, he wants us to line up."

The scribe was not surprised at all: "Master, you always have a bit of a temper. Then you wait here and find a place for the young master to rest."

Several attendants got busy, one lined up here, and the others borrowed a small courtyard to rest.

Fortunately, they came early, and they were lined up in no time.

A few people entered the courtyard where Dr. Zhong lived, and saw a thin middle-aged man sitting in the main room, a drug boy serving pens and ink, and a drug boy arranging patients, which was orderly.

This doctor Zhong was dressed plainly, but he looked quite refined. He was not surprised when he saw their appearance, and pointed to the stool next to him: "Which one is the patient? Sit here."

Yan Cheng sat down.

Several followers immediately blocked the surrounding area.

Doctor Zhong was not surprised, he took Yan Cheng's pulse for a while, and then asked: "What disease does this young man see?"

Without waiting for Yan Cheng to answer, Mr. Fu asked back: "What do you think is wrong with my young master?"

He made such a test, but Dr. Zhong didn't get angry, and replied slowly: "The young master of your family is barely healthy, if you say he is sick, he is naturally not sick."

"reluctantly?"

Dr. Zhong nodded: "Qi and blood deficiency, kidney essence deficiency, weak is a little weak, but it is not a disease."

Hearing that he was right, Mr. Fu was overjoyed, and bowed his hands: "I have offended you so much earlier, I hope the doctor will not blame you. We are here to see this disease."

Dr. Zhong was not surprised, but waved his hand: "If so, you can go back. I'm not sure how to cure this disease."

In a hurry, Mr. Fu asked, "Why did the doctor say that? Qi, blood, and kidney essence can all be replenished?"

Dr. Zhong said calmly: "It can be mended, but if the root is injured, it can't mend much."

Mr. Fu was stunned, and asked instinctively, "Genzi?"

Dr. Zhong looked at the heroic young master in front of him, and sighed inwardly: "Young master's disease should be congenital. It was damaged in the mother's womb, and it is extremely difficult to remedy it the day after tomorrow. Seeing that you are born rich and powerful, there must be someone who specializes in it. The doctors in the hospital are taking care of the essence and blood, and the prescriptions I can prescribe are not far behind them."

Mr. Fu did not give up: "Can the doctor really not try?"

Dr. Zhong replied: "If you really want it, I can prescribe a prescription. But as I said before, the curative effect may not be good."

A heavy atmosphere filled the air, and Mr. Fu didn't know what to say. Finally, Yan Cheng asked himself: "Doctor, will I never have any children?"

"There are still opportunities, but...it's going to be difficult."

Yan Cheng understood, and said with force: "I'd better ask the doctor to prescribe a prescription, I'm sorry."

Dr. Zhong nodded without asking any further questions, and drew up a prescription after deliberation. When he handed it to Mr. Fu, he finally confessed: "My son was born with too many injuries. To be able to maintain such a healthy state, your doctor is already a master in the world. My prescription may not be as good as it is, I hope to use it after careful consideration."

Mr. Fu thanked him, asked his attendants to leave the silver, and left with Yan Cheng protected.

They didn't go back to the East Palace, but went to another small courtyard.

As soon as Yan Cheng entered the room, he sat down exhausted, his face becoming paler.

Mr. Fu waved his entourage back, and said softly: "Your Highness, there are always high-level people in the world, and we will continue to look for them."

Yan Cheng laughed bitterly: "How many doctors have I been looking for these days? There are famous doctors in the capital, and there are high-ranking people in the market. It's either that I can't see it, or it can't be cured. What hope do I have?"

"But they all said that it's just that it's more difficult for your Highness to have heirs, it's not that there are absolutely no ones."

Yan Cheng waved his hand: "Of course they won't talk to death. If something happens, wouldn't it be a signboard?"

"Maybe you are the one in case?"

Mr. Fu's words did not comfort him, but instead aroused Yan Cheng's sadness: "Yes, there is only a chance, how could it be such a coincidence?"

Mr. Fu didn't know what to say now.

After sitting silently for a while, Yan Cheng said again: "Sir, you should change your family as soon as possible. If I have no heirs, I will eventually drag you down."

Mr. Fu was shocked: "Your Highness!" He expressed grief, "Why does Your Highness say these heart-wrenching words? Fu has been with you for many years, and he has already been fused with flesh and blood. If he abandons you at this time, how can he have the face to gain a foothold in the world?" ?”

"but I……"

"So what if there are no heirs?" Mr. Fu interrupted him. "There are countless emperors who have no children. Don't they all fight? As the eldest son, His Highness is the legitimate heir. As for the future, you will adopt one of them." Well, the Yan family still has a few offshoots, who have been raised since they were young, and they don't lose anything."

Yan Cheng didn't say anything.

Mr. Fu said again: "Don't forget, Emperor Wen of the previous dynasty was also adopted by a side branch. This happened several times later, it is not uncommon."

Yan Cheng was silent for a moment, and then replied: "But the side branch is not as good as the direct line after all, father, he..."

Mr. Fu gently persuaded: "Your Highness, the imperial physician must have known such a prescription, and the empress must have known it. They didn't say anything, so it can be seen that they are still biased towards you. You must not get confused, it is easy to make mistakes."

However, Yan Cheng had bigger worries, and after thinking about it, he couldn't say it out.

Mr. Fu couldn't help being anxious: "Your Highness!"

Yan Cheng sighed, and said: "I know my father is very kind to me, but he is also very kind to Xiao Er. Besides, he thinks so now, what will happen in the future? In ten or eight years, Xiao Er will have a lot of children. , I'm over the age but my knees are empty, will my father change his mind? Sir, it's hard to say!"

Mr. Fu was also silent now.

Yes, Emperor Mingde still has hope now, if ten years, eight years, or even 20 years later, the prince who still has no heirs will still be able to sit still?