imperial psychologist

Chapter 541

Mr. Heng Yuan really never imagined that one day, he would be forced to ask his real name by a little medical officer of the Imperial Hospital.

"No name" is true - when he was born, Emperor Jianxi came to Qinyuan to see him in person, and left a decree not to name the child.

The word Hengyuan was his father's fiefdom, and it was also a taboo name passed down by the servants later.

"There is really no name." Mr. Heng Yuan said softly.

He thought in vain, as expected, he should bring a servant who can hold the field... Now, in this scene, the medical officer in front of him might mistakenly think that he was deliberately making things difficult.

But such a secret matter in the palace cannot be explained clearly.

"Then what did your parents and brothers call you in private?" The medical officer looked a little annoyed, "Are they also calling you by your number directly?"

Mr. Hengyuan lowered his eyes slightly, what did his father call him...

It has been a long time since such an old story has been mentioned.

In the only memory left, he still remembers some afterimages of the former prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The father who was imprisoned in Qinyuan by Emperor Jianxi;

The father who takes medicine every day but his health is getting worse;

The father who often sighs and sighs but is taciturn...

My father likes to play chess and is obsessed with playing chess. Occasionally, when he is in good spirits, his father will stand at the door of the house and call his name to the yard.

When I ran to my father, my father would pick me up and ask, "Good boy, are you going to play chess today?"

"... Shubai." Mr. Hengyuan said softly.

When the medical officer asked what the two words were, he couldn't help complaining, "I should have said it earlier... What's the point of showing off this kind of thing? By the way, what's your last name?"

"List."

The pen in the medical officer's hand stopped for a moment, and then the unhappiness on his face quickly faded, he coughed lightly, and stopped saying those insignificant words.

The two asked and answered, and quickly collected the information in the form.

The medical officer turned to leave, but Mr. Heng Yuan suddenly called to stop him.

"Is the writing on the wall also Dr. Bai's?" Mr. Heng Yuan asked softly.

"Yes."

"Why did you write this?" Mr. Hengyuan looked at the words again, "Shouldn't there be some sayings of 'medicine will cure the disease' and 'hanging pot to help the world' in the doctor's room."

"Originally, it was called 'Miaoshouhuichun'," the medical officer replied, "but Dr. Bai said he didn't have that ability, so he changed it."

Mr. Hengyuan was stunned for a moment, but then quickly closed his eyes and nodded, "So that's how it is."

"You rest, we will come to call you when we can visit at dawn."

"Hard."

The young medical officer replied bluntly, and then closed the door from the outside.

The house was quiet again.

However, Mr. Heng Yuan couldn't fall asleep. He sat down opposite the word and stared at it for a long time.

He couldn't tell what aroused his interest, but he suddenly saw something of himself in this word.

Speaking of which, although he is very familiar with the past of the Bai family, he has never met Bai Yi.

If the days could be pushed back a little longer, he would really like to have a chat with this young man.But this was a coincidence... There should be no such opportunity again.

……

Early the next morning, Han Chong woke up slowly.

He heard someone pull open the curtain in the ward with a bang, and the light from outside illuminated the entire ward.

When he opened his eyes, his vision was blurry, but he could faintly see a person in white sitting nearby, with his hands folded in his arms, facing him without saying a word.

Han Chong leaned on the bed vigilantly, and the man said softly, "It's me."

——Hengyuan-kun's voice.

Han Chong blinked vigorously, and it took a while before he really woke up.

"Minggong...?" He gasped with difficulty, trying to sit up, "Why do you..."

"Don't move." Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "If you move again, the doctor here will drive me out."

Han Chong stopped struggling and lay there quietly.

"Let's have fun now." Mr. Hengyuan had a smile on his face, "How did it turn out?"

"I lost." Han Chong said in a low voice.

"What about them?"

"Should... have escaped." Han Chong said softly, "I... don't know very well."

"Yeah." Mr. Hengyuan nodded, "Then wait for the news, it shouldn't take long."

Han Chong sighed almost imperceptibly, "This subordinate... is incompetent."

Mr. Hengyuan smiled - losing to an opponent like Wei Shishi is actually not a shame.

But considering that this sentence was a bit of praise for Wei Shishi, he kept silent in a timely manner.

"Minggong don't stay here anymore," Han Chong said softly, "My subordinates are fine...just need to rest."

Mr. Hengyuan nodded. He looked outside the house and raised his voice slightly, "Can I pull up the curtain?"

"No way," said the apprentice's voice outside, "It needs to be ventilated now."

Mr. Hengyuan shrugged his shoulders lightly, and laughed to himself—although he only stayed for one night, the rules here were really too big for him to laugh.After a while, a young man came in. He opened the cabinet and rummaged for a while, found a blindfold for Han Chong to put on.

"So thoughtful." Mr. Heng Yuan smiled, "Thank you very much."

When only Heng Yuan Jun and Han Chong were left in the room, Heng Yuan Jun stood up and paced the room slowly. Han Chong was obviously not asleep—even though he was wearing a blindfold, he was still sleeping. Looking in the direction of Mr. Hengyuan.

"Ming Gong, please go back." Han Chong urged again.

"The matter is not finished yet." Mr. Heng Yuan's voice became quiet, "I'm still waiting for Mr. Han's reply."

Han Chong froze for a moment, then slowly lowered the corners of his mouth, and turned his head with a bit of unwillingness.

He looked straight at the ceiling and said in a low voice, "This subordinate said, this is the last time."

Mr. Heng Yuan smiled, "I don't believe it's the last time with your expression."

"...Did Mr. Ming predict that I would lose?" Han Chong asked in a low voice. Seeing that Mr. Hengyuan didn't answer, he just took it as the other party's acquiescence. His brows frowned even more, and his breathing followed suit. Vigorously, "But it's not that I have no chance of winning this time, it's just—"

"I understand." Mr. Hengyuan said softly.

Han Chong originally wanted to defend himself with many things, but at the moment Mr. Heng Yuan said "I understand", which made him feel that his defense was a little pale - so what if he had a chance of winning, he still lost!
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he felt, and his hands under the quilt clenched into fists.

"Minggong understands what..." Han Chong whispered, "Minggong won't understand."

"Master Han, do you want to know why I expected you to lose, but I still let you go?" Heng Yuan-jun asked softly.

Han Chong's expression was slightly condensed. He thought for a while before asking in a low voice, "...why?"

"Back then... I was in the same mood as Mr. Han."

(End of this chapter)