The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Li Yuan was stunned, looking at Zhongbao, and Zhongbao told Li Yuan what he had seen.

Li Yuan patted his forehead. "It turns out that Le Tong is pleased with the master, but that little doll is really a filial child."

"Nothing left or right. Let's go and see my good grandson. By the way, I would like to give you ten pieces of silk so that you can talk to the Tai Le Department and take good care of that Deng Musician with all your heart."

"Your Majesty is kind, and the servants will be sent to do it."

After taking two steps, Li Yuan suddenly thought of a question, and turned his head towards Zhongbao very seriously.

"By the way, let people tell Cheng Sanlang what medicine to use, just prescribe it to Master Deng Yue, and let him ask me for the cost."

When Zhongbao saw Li Yuan's bad face, he almost couldn't control his expression, so he could only put his head deeply.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the servants and maids will definitely let people bring your majesty's oral instructions."

"Let's go, think about the way that kid was unhappy and had to admit it. The old man felt funny, hehe hey, silly boy, he still wants to take advantage of the old man..."

Father Zhongbao looked at Li Yuan's refreshing expression, and felt a little sympathy for Cheng Laosan, who had been calculated by the emperor for no reason.

"Ah spray..." Cheng Chubi suddenly felt itchy nose, and a sneeze came out directly.

Fortunately, there was a mask to cover it, so that the saliva star was not sprayed into the cut wound.

Cheng Chubi hurriedly moved his lower muscles with eyebrows, and continued to operate with his hands. With the corners of his eyes swept away, he saw the gratification standing next to him.

Although he was wearing a mask, only half of his face and a pair of eyes were exposed, Cheng Chubi could still see the tension and curiosity in his eyes.

It seems that Cheng Chubi's medical skills have opened the door to a new world for him.

"Zhongxin, your name is quite auspicious, does it mean "good-for-you"?" Cheng Chubi asked casually, continuing the operation.

He was satisfied for a moment, shook his head slowly, and replied in a low voice, as if he was afraid of waking up such a sleeping master.

"Master gave it to me. I picked it up. The master is not married and has no children under his knees.

One day he went to the temple to ask for a visa, but on the way home, he found a child who was two or three years old at the time, it was me. "

"The master asked me what my name was. At that time, I seemed to only say two words, and I was satisfied..."

"Later the master said, maybe I should be Chen Mingxin, this should be my name, but I don't like it, I prefer the master to call me gratitude."

Cheng Chubi didn't expect that just a name would actually have such a story.

Fortunately, although the beginning of this story is a bit sad, but in the end, good people are rewarded.

"Yes, because of your bravery, your master will be all right..."

After these words were spoken, Xin Xin saw that Cheng Taichang had pinched a yellow-green object that was very uncomfortable from the knife cut in the abdomen of the master.

"This is the thing that makes your master painful, called the gallbladder."

Cheng Chubi pulled out the pliers in his hand, and could feel the hard stones inside.

"Is it hurting my master?..." He looked at the thing blankly and whispered in a low voice.

"??" Cheng Chubi turned his head with a black line on his face, and looked at this stupid child who had not received basic medical education, unwillingly.

"...Does your child know how to speak? This is the courage of your master, it is a part of your master's body."

"It's the villain who was wrong, Cheng Taichang, my master has no courage, will he be courageous in the future?"

Cheng Chubi took a deep breath and happily.

"It's not easy to say, you can try it later and see if you can scare him, but you're pumped by your master, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"..." Cheng Xin looked at Cheng Taichang in a daze. He always felt that Cheng Taichang had a problem with his speech, but he couldn't tell the reason.

Cheng Chubi checked it carefully and confirmed that there were no errors or omissions before he ordered.

"Cheng Fa, count the equipment, prepare to have the abdomen..."

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Cheng Chubi and the others used this operating bed made with the door panel to carry Master Deng, who was still in a drowsy state, back to the room after the operation had been completed.

Cheng Chubi considered it for a long time, and finally let the more stable Cheng Fa stay to take care of the Deng musician.

After all, I just finished the operation, so I have to observe carefully and pay attention to the various conditions of the patient after the operation.

It’s better to have Cheng Fa here than to let the man who treats the gallbladder as a bad person take charge of observing the patient's condition.

Cheng Chubi had just finished the operation and saw an **** approaching, but it was the **** who was next to His Majesty the Emperor.

Cheng Chubi thought he was here to look for him, but after the **** greeted him, he seemed a little bit embarrassed and whispered.

"On the order of the emperor, I am here to send an emperor's message to General Cheng..."

Cheng Chubi's face went dark directly after listening to the emperor's dictum. "Is this really what the emperor said?"

"General Cheng, how dare our family lie about such a thing? It is indeed the emperor's own words."

The **** saw Cheng Chubi's face that was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the expression that was about to make smoke.

He shrank his neck in fear, and wittily stayed away from the third son of Cheng Yaojin, the first bully of the Tang Dynasty.

Cheng Chubi darkened his face, took a deep breath, and let it go. That black-faced old man didn't talk about martial ethics a day or two.

What can I do, can I still go to Shanghuangtang, shouting down the feudal imperialism, and beating the old man?

Forget it, revenge doesn’t necessarily have to be blatant. It’s a big deal that I will burn a piece of paper at your fragrant grass Jiang Jiang’s grave in the future~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can also be regarded as an old driver who likes music and art. Appreciated the dance art of later generations more than 1,400 years in advance.

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"Brother, is it really you Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Yiling rushed out of the Imperial Medical Office, and looked at the 40-year-old in front of him in disbelief.

The middle-aged man with three wisps of long beard and thick eyebrows yelled out for a long time.

"Hahaha, virtuous brother, it is Brother Yu, can't you think of it?" The middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes also walked forward with joy and smiled with Zhang Yiling.

"Brother, please come in quickly. I can't think of you and my brother. This difference is almost seven or eight years old. Originally, my little brother thought you were going to start a family in Jiangnan."

"Unexpectedly, you actually came back to Chang'an again."

"Oh, it's hard to say in one word, Brother Yu, I went to the Jiangnan medical homes to study, and finally I got Meng Wangshi into the door wall.

After studying art with Master Wang for seven years, Master Wang became ill due to overwork, and never vacations..."

In Zhang Yiling's public house, the man who was called the elder brother by Zhang Yiling was full of sorrow and authenticity.

"After Master Wang passed away, Brother Yu practiced medicine all the way, all the way north, and finally, at the end of the year, he buried Master Wang in his hometown in Luoyang."

"Just when I was idle, I was thinking about going to Beijing, and going back to Chang'an to explore the fellow apprentices..."

"I don't know what kind of medical technique Luoyang Wangshi is good at? Brother, let's talk about it." Zhang Yiling couldn't help but become more interested.

"Master Wang is good at treating hemorrhoids." The second senior smiled and said proudly.

"Treat hemorrhoids?"

"Exactly."