Raiders of the Duke and Duchess

Chapter 963: The Disunited Master and Servant

You knew that the other party was going to come to your house to cause trouble in the next two days. Would you really wait for him to come without making any preparations?
Ji Wuyan... shouldn't be that kind of person.

Although the emperor was grateful for her life-saving grace, he still had doubts in his heart. He tried to test her with a few words but still got nothing. This little girl was very smart and knew how to stay out of it and protect herself. On the contrary, the emperor had just recovered from a serious illness and was not in good spirits. After these two exchanges, he looked tired.

He stretched out his hand and asked Mr. Chen to take his pulse. Looking at the white-haired old man concentrating on taking his pulse, he sighed for a moment. He didn't expect that after all these twists and turns, he still relied on this "miracle doctor" to cure his illness in the end.

It's not that I haven't thought about this. I woke up in a cold sweat last night. I felt like the remaining days were stolen or robbed... It was as if my life would be taken away from me. The emperor looked at Mr. Chen and suddenly had an idea. He asked, "I wonder if Mr. Chen is willing to stay in the palace as an imperial physician?"

It was really a spur-of-the-moment decision. Who would have thought that the old man who was concentrating on taking the pulse's pulse's hands trembled and his face turned pale, as if he was startled. After a long while, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Your Majesty, please don't tease me. I am just a quack doctor, not worthy of being in a noble hall."

Ji Wuyan was also stunned. He held the teacup in his hand to cover his slightly pursed lips.

The emperor was not disappointed after being rejected, but was a little surprised. After all, the other party rejected him without even a second thought, and he was even frightened. It seemed that this place was a dangerous place... He was vaguely displeased and felt that the other party was really ungrateful. He thought that it was no wonder that such a talented person was driven out by the Chen family. There were some reasons for this.

Even if such a person stays by your side, I'm afraid he will be unable to do anything and cannot speak. The imperial physician in the palace... being a good person is far more important than being able to do things.

The emperor was obviously much less interested. When he saw Old Chen withdraw his hand, he raised his eyelids and asked, "How is my health?" His voice was slightly deep, with some inexplicable majesty, and a bit of impatience.

Old Chen didn't seem to hear it, and he just stepped back in an orderly manner. He staggered and almost fell down when he hit the leg of the stool. After he steadied himself, he hurriedly apologized, "I am guilty. I have lost my manners in front of Your Majesty. Please punish me."

The emperor looked at them expressionlessly, waved his hand to let them get up, then asked, "Is your leg injured?" He hadn't noticed it just now, but only now realized that there was an unnatural stiffness.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. This is an old illness that I contracted many years ago." Old Chen smiled awkwardly, "I have been ill for many years and there is no cure. I am not fit to serve in the government, so I can only decline Your Majesty's kindness... Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

This also explains why he rejected the emperor's proposal without knowing the good thing.

The emperor's expression eased slightly, he leaned back in his chair, nodded, and said, "Then I'm really sorry to bother you with this trip today. How is my health?"

"Your Majesty, your body is recovering more smoothly than I expected. Your Majesty, please rest assured that you only need to follow the current prescription for more than half a month and you will be back to your previous state... But your Majesty still needs to pay attention to rest recently and not overwork." Zhang Dexian breathed a sigh of relief, took out the prescription that had obviously been in his arms for a long time, and asked on behalf of the emperor with a smile, "Mr. Chen, do you need to change the prescription?"

"No need." Elder Chen didn't take it or look at it, he just bowed and replied, "Your Majesty has recovered very well, which shows that the prescriptions prescribed by the imperial doctors are very suitable and do not need to be changed. The imperial doctors are all the most skilled in medicine. With them, they will surely ensure that Your Majesty lives a long life."

The emperor smiled indifferently, but his expression was obviously much more relaxed. In recent days, the repeated setbacks of the imperial doctors have caused a lot of gossip among the people and the government, who think that so many doctors who eat for nothing are not as good as Chen Song, which is really shameful. After hearing these words too much, one will always feel unhappy. Therefore, although he received his life-saving grace, the emperor did not have much good feelings towards Chen Song, Ji Wuyan, and even the entire Ji family. This Gu came from the Ji family. If the Ji family doesn't treat it, who will?

After hearing what Chen Song said, the emperor's expression softened a bit. "I feel much more relieved with what Elder Chen said... It's getting late today, so I won't keep you here. Elder Chen has difficulty walking, so he doesn't need to come over to express his gratitude."

While saying polite words, just looking at the recipe that had been prepared early in the morning, he knew that Zhang Dexian's reminder at the Ji family was actually what His Majesty meant.

Ji Wuyan then put down the tea he had not yet drunk, stood up calmly, knelt down and saluted, then, led by the young eunuch, took Mr. Chen and left the imperial garden without looking around.

In the imperial garden, the emperor watched the old man and the young man walk further and further away. Only when they disappeared from his sight did he ask Zhang Dexian, "Being on duty in the Imperial Hospital is worse than being a servant in the Ji family? Do you think his leg is really injured and cannot be cured? Isn't he a miracle doctor? Isn't he the miracle doctor who made a miraculous medicine that can heal the dead?"

Zhang Dexian smiled and changed the whisk in his hand. He leaned over and smiled, "I heard it's true. When he left the Chen family that year, Chen Song knelt in the snow for three days and three nights, and his legs were broken... Maybe he had a mental illness. He refused to treat it in the first few years, and it became incurable after a long time. I heard that he suffered a lot when it was cold and cloudy. It's also for this reason that the girl from the Ji family is so... unfriendly to the Chen family."

"Oh? You are more well-informed than I thought." The emperor raised his eyelids and turned his head to look at Zhang Dexian, saying meaningfully.

The emperor has been ill for such a long time that his health can be restored by medication, but it is too late to rush his thin body back to full growth.

No matter how many times he had seen it, when this pair of sunken eye sockets examined him with raised eyelids, Zhang Dexian would still tremble inwardly - he knew that the emperor no longer trusted him, and the reason why he had been kept until now was because the emperor had no one else to use for the time being.

That's why he has to plan ahead for himself.

Thinking of this, Zhang Dexian pressed the purse on his chest again and said, "I have been dealing with the Chen family a lot recently. When they occasionally talked about it, I listened to it." He smiled and seemed to have no ulterior motives.

The emperor stared at her for a long while before he said "Oh" faintly, retracted his gaze, and lazily ordered, "Go back."