Delicate and difficult to coax, the sick and spoiled son pinches his waist and spoils him wildly

Chapter 67

There are so many people in the capital who worship the high and trample the low, and Jiang Wu expected Chen Shilang's attitude.

She was not angry, but just asked, "How many years have you been in this position?"

"What does this have to do with you?" As soon as official career was mentioned, Chen Shilang's face was not very good.

In the government, the servant is just a vain position with no real power, and most of the people are pressing on him.

"As far as I know, Mr. Chen should have been a sixth-rank servant for almost 20 years. Don't you want to go up one more rank?"

Chen Shilang didn't take Jiang Wu seriously, and scoffed disapprovingly: "What can you do?"

"If I remember correctly, recently the only son of the Right Prime Minister's family was bedridden with typhoid fever, and his life was hanging by a thread. Even the capital of the imperial hospital said that he was exhausted, and there are only two days left. Offered a prescription, saved his son's life, and still worry about the future can't be soaring?"

"If I wanted such a prescription, I would have offered it a long time ago, so why do I need you to talk nonsense?"

"You don't, I do." Jiang Wu raised her eyes slightly, "That is the only nephew of the empress dowager, and the empress dowager is also anxious about this matter, as long as you donate the prescription, how much benefit will you get, I don't need to say more Bar?"

Chen Shilang paused for a moment, and then taunted unceremoniously: "Even the capital of the Imperial Hospital is helpless, and you alone are not worthy of your own strength?"

"I'm really insane. I actually wasted my time on a prisoner like you. I advise you not to try to die in vain, and wait for a few days to be killed."

Chen Shilang put on a mocking attitude that he had nothing to do with himself, turned his head and left after speaking.

And behind him, Jiang Wu's faint sarcasm came: "I now understand why you can only stay in this position. You can only be regarded as a mediocre person. No wonder you have done nothing for so many years."

Chen Shilang's footsteps faltered, and his expression changed instantly, "What did you say?"

"A great opportunity is right in front of you. If you fail, you will have nothing to lose, but once you succeed, you will be able to go straight to the sky. You are stubborn and don't even want to try. What is it if you are not stupid?"

The entourage at the side showed panic, this woman dared to talk to Mr. Chen like that, she was dying.

Jiang Wu didn't seem to see Chen Shilang's gloomy and terrifying expression, she raised her lips and said: "Do you want to continue to live in the mediocrity of others, or take advantage of the opportunity I gave you to get on the prime minister's house and make it to the top? The choice is yours." .”

After a long time, Chen Shilang stared at her unkindly for a long while, "Hmph, okay, I'll just trust you this time, but if the prescription you offered is useless, I'll push you out and behead you tomorrow."

Jiang Wu didn't pay much attention to his threat, leaned against the wall and said lazily: "Then please Master Chen bring a pen and paper."

Typhoid fever is still an incurable disease now, but in the last two years of Jiang Wu's previous life, she was dying of typhoid fever. When she was dying, she developed a new prescription based on the medical books left by her mother and saved her life.

In the end, she donated the prescriptions to various medical clinics for free, making typhoid fever, which had taken countless lives, completely a minor illness.

But because Jiang Wu didn't want to cause trouble, no one knew that the prescription came from Jiang Wu.

The pen and ink were presented quickly, and Jiang Wu silently wrote all the medicinal materials and the method of decoction on the white paper. After checking and confirming that it was correct, she handed it over to Chen Shilang.

He put away the prescription and was about to leave when Jiang Wu lazily reminded him: "Master Chen, don't forget to send two people to guard in the dark."

Chen Shilang snorted coldly, but ordered a few words to his subordinates.

After the people left, the dungeon became quiet and dark again. Jiang Wu sat on the haystack without any sleepiness.

Not surprisingly, Chen Shilang will definitely come back before dawn.

Right Prime Minister's mansion was gloomy, and Mrs. Xiang accompanied by the hospital bed, weeping secretly.

He had invited all the famous doctors he could, and Prime Minister Right had gray hair, but he couldn't do anything about it.

When the servant heard the rumor that Chen Shilang from the official government asked to see him, You had no impression of such a small person as Chen Shilang, and became even more impatient, "No, let him go, any messy person dares to come to the door."

"But Chen Shilang said that he has a prescription in his hand, which may be able to save the young master."

Before Prime Minister Right spoke, Mrs. Xiang couldn't hold back her anxious heart: "Hurry up and invite someone in!"

Recently, the entire Youxiang Mansion has been exhausted because of this matter. As long as there is still a chance to save her son, she will never give up.

Prime Minister on the right also raised his chin, "Please."

Chen Shilang waited for a long time in the cold wind before being brought in by the servants of the Xiangfu.

He presented the prescription with beautiful handwriting, and You Lianye went to ask the imperial physician to check if there was any problem with the prescription.

After reading the prescription, the imperial physician also fell into doubts, and the right minister stared at him closely and asked, "But what's wrong with this prescription?"

The imperial doctor shook his head, "It's not a problem, but the medicine in this prescription is really weird, it seems to write a few unrelated medicinal materials in random, and the method of decocting medicine is even more bizarre, never seen before."

Seeing Prime Minister Right's cold face, Chen Shilang was frightened for a moment, cold sweat broke out on his back, and secretly gritted his teeth to blame Jiang Wu.

If he had known earlier that he shouldn't have believed Jiang Wu's prescription, if he offended the Prime Minister now, his official career in this life would be over.

Just as he was about to kneel down to make amends, the imperial physician murmured and said, "However... it's not that you can't try it for the young master. There will be no harm for the young master to take this prescription."

The Prime Minister on the right looked slightly relieved, and ordered his servants to decoct the medicine.

After decocting according to the method stated in the prescription, Mrs. Xiang personally fed the lifeless young man on the sick bed orally.

It takes two hours for the medicine to take effect, and several people are guarding in the room.

During the waiting time.The most tormented one was Chen Shilang, he was on pins and needles, afraid that something might happen to the young master of the Right Prime Minister's family after drinking the medicine.

"Cough cough..."

In a silent room, there was a sudden weak cough on the sickbed. Blood overflowed from the young man's lips, and his throat seemed to be choked. With a sudden cough, a mouthful of blackened blood spit out, and the young man fell into a deep coma again.

Several people were shocked, Mrs. Xiang's eyes were blurred with tears, and she burst into tears: "Lun'er!"

The right minister stood up suddenly, seeing his son in such a state, his eyes were tearing apart, and he grabbed Chen Shilang's collar.

"You are so courageous! You think my son died not fast enough, and deliberately used this kind of poison to harm him!?"

Chen Shilang's eyes widened in horror, and he was stunned, his mind went blank.

It's over, it's over.

The right minister was so angry that his old face was red, "If something happens to my son today, you can wait to be buried with my son!"

His legs softened and he knelt down at his feet, tremblingly begging for mercy: "Your Majesty, forgive me, it's none of the business of the lower officials, it's all that bitch, and the prescription is her..."

At this time, the imperial doctor who was taking the young master's pulse by the hospital bed was overjoyed, and hurriedly said to him, "Don't be in a hurry! Congratulations to the right minister, the young master's condition has improved! The young master is saved this time!"

As soon as this statement came out, not only the right minister, but also everyone in the room was startled.

"really?"

(End of this chapter)