Chapter 68： I don't want to marry you

Jian Mei withdrew his hand, and said with some embarrassment: "Madam, what do you mean by that."

"Why are you still shy?" The woman looked at him with a smile and said, "Okay, okay, young people are thin-skinned, as long as you know it in your heart."

Although she said so, Garth didn't think so.

As the mayor and the status of a nobleman, he despised Jian Wei from the bottom of his heart. How can an identity like a commoner be worthy of his son? It is simply a dream.

"Even though Mrs. said that, don't forget your duty." Garsi said in a cool voice beside him, "Especially outside, don't do embarrassing things to our house, understand? ?"

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Jian Mei felt that she had begun to be confused, what and what was this all about?

Although I don’t understand, Jian Mei still speaks neither humble nor overbearing. During this period of time, he has slowly become a lot more sleek in the alien world, and he has also begun to accept the system here: "It’s always my duty to treat young masters, and I don’t. I forgot. As for what you said to shame you outside, I'm sorry, but I caused you trouble."

Garth thought that Jane should be grateful at this time, and vowed that he would take good care of his master afterwards. What he didn't expect was that the child was still communicating with himself in a serious manner. When he looked up at Jane, he was right. What he looked at was also a pair of clear eyes. In those eyes, there was no surrender and humbleness that he wanted to see. This child never seemed to be aggressive, but at this moment, Garth suddenly felt that he The bones are very hard.

When the two people were talking, someone came in to break the silence, and it was Grandma Li who pushed the young master in.

The young master sat in a wheelchair and called out to the room: "Ambiguous."

Jane turned around.

The young master looked at Garsi and his mother, and said, "Father, mother."

Garth said, "Why are you here?"

"I want to come over to please you in the evening." The young master said without changing his face: "I didn't expect to see my attendant here."

Gass said slowly: "When you meet it outside, call him to come over and chat for a while."

The young master chuckled: "Then father finished talking, I'll take him away."

Garth: "Whatever."

Jian Mo bowed and bowed to Jia Si, walked to the young master's side, took the wheelchair and pushed the person out slowly, and walked out slowly. The three of them didn't speak until they returned to the attic. Grandma Li said The medicated bath is ready, let the young master go to soak.

Jian Mei whispered: "Master, I will take you over."

The young master said: "Okay."

Entering the inner room, the hot spring water is steaming. Now it is cold winter. The weather outside is slowly getting colder. After a short while, it will be Stan Star’s annual Midnight Festival. The Spring Festival is about to begin, and at that time, it was almost a year since Jian Mei came to the mansion.

After the young master had soaked in the bath, Jian Mei gave him a needle in his leg and said: "Master, thank you for picking me up today."

"No thanks." The young master looked down at him: "Did you have trouble outside today?"

Jian Mei nodded gently.

The young master said, "If it's hard outside, don't do those things."

Jian ambiguous action.

"I've heard about the daytime things." The young master looked at him and said, "You know, this time I might just arrest them and warn them, but afterwards, if their interests are violated, it may be more than that. It's that simple."

Although this is cruel, children must be taught to face cruelty.

The young master looked at Jian Mei seriously: "Mei, although my father seems to be blaming you, he is actually protecting you."

"I heard that before coming to this mansion, you were poisoned by mushrooms and forgot a lot of things, so you may not understand some things, but now you are just a civilian, and your strength is not enough to compete with them. "The young master stretched out his hand and wiped off the thin sweat from his forehead for Jian Mo: "Some powers are too great, even if it is me, my father, it is just hitting the stone with an egg."

Even the emperor, even the prince can't easily manage the organization, how can your child change it.

Jian Mei's throat was a little dry, his eyelashes trembled, and his voice was a bit bitter: "I just want to help others."

The young master smiled: "I know."

There are too many things in this world that we cannot change. There are too many things that we can't change.

Jian Mei sat next to the young master, and he was a little at a loss: "I did something wrong, right? I'm causing trouble to the people around me."

The young master gently shook his head: "You are not wrong."

Like a reaction from a person in a carriage.

It is not you or your friend who is at fault. Everyone is not at fault. It seems that the world is at fault, and the law that cannot be shaken is at fault.

"I, our strength is very meager. I didn't say this to you to blame or hit you." The young master took a sip of a glass of water next to him. With a gentle and elegant face, he said to him: "I just want to tell you, give up those things and just stay in the house. When I get old, I should inherit the position of mayor in the future. You are with me, and you just need to take care of me. Now, I will assure you that you have no worries about food and clothing, and you don’t have to face those things again."

Wouldn't it be okay to spend my life in this way?

Jian Mei hesitated for a moment after listening. When the young master thought that he only needed to wait for Jian Mei to agree or not, the child looked at him quietly, and only asked gently: "Then what do those people do? ?"

Those people, who are they?

It was a child who was swept by Tianma and fainted on the street and fainted. It was a civilian whose wound became inflamed and went to the hospital but was unable to seek medical treatment because the priest was in a bad mood. Even if his stomach and back were injured, he couldn't afford gold coins. The attendants who suffer alone are poor people who can only endure silently after typhoid fever has developed a high fever.

Under this sky, sorrow is everywhere, and under the prosperity of the gods, there is a dead and silent world.

There are frozen bones on the Zhumen Jiurouxiu Road, and the nobles are singing and singing every night, and the ordinary people are already very hard and difficult just to live.

...

There was a dead silence in the room.

quite a while

The young master said, "I am, but you are just an ordinary person. You don't have a pharmacist certificate, and you are even wrong to see a doctor."

Yes, but you are just an ordinary person.

There is no light in this dead and silent world, don't you understand?

Jian Mei, who was sitting on the small chair next to him, was not downcast. He took a deep breath and said, "Then I will go to the Imperial Capital to study next year!"

The young master looked at him slightly surprised.

"I can get the pharmacist certificate, right?" Jian Mei's tone was cheerful, his eyes were slightly narrowed, his smile was light, and there was light in his eyes: "After that, I won't break the law."

The young master knew that he was right, but he still said: "But you can't change anything. Those priests have great powers to heal, and you can't shake them..."

Jian Mei said, "It's okay. If I can help one person, it's one person, if I can save one patient, it's one person. Anyway, I can do something."

When he speaks, his voice is always soft, but just as his father thought, the young master suddenly felt that Jian Wei’s bones were hard, his identity and appearance were not stunning, but the light in his eyes and body was It was so dazzling, and at the same moment, the young master seemed to see a little hope in such a small room.

The reason why most great men are great is not that they brought victory to the hopeless world, but that they walked on a hopeless road and finally ushered in victory.

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A few days later

Jian Mo went to Pingping's house early in the morning, and the Midnight Festival was about to come. Pingping's mother prepared some small cakes and asked Jian Moxiu to come over and get them every day.

Because the location of Pingping's house is a bit remote, Jian Mei would hire a carriage every time. Because the gold coins were spent some time ago, this time he took the car to one side and walked on his legs.

When I was about to pass a turn, it was a small farmhouse. A middle-aged man sat under a tree in front of the house. He was taking a nap, but somehow he suddenly started coughing violently and was breathing very badly.

Jian Mei ran over to help people in small steps, and asked with some concern: "Are you okay?"

The emperor slowed down, then gently shook his head: "It's okay."

Jian Mei didn't seem to be in a particularly good condition, and asked, "Would you like to go to the hospital for a visit?"

"No need." The emperor exhaled deeply: "It's all old problems."

If you are on the earth, then Jian Wei may believe it, but on Stan, most people don’t use their lines. Many people will not choose to seek medical treatment if they have a disease that is not serious or they can bear it. Forbearance is forbearance. I choose to go to the hospital only when I can't hold on. Obviously, this should also be the case for this one.

The emperor sat, glanced at Jian Mei, and smiled: "Thank you, young man."

Jian Mei shook his head: "You are welcome, if you don't mind, can I get your pulse for you?"

The emperor was stunned: "What is the pulse."

Jian Mei said patiently: "Well...just to check the body, but I don't use divine power. I will use a little bit of remedy to help you look at the problem. You can rest assured that there is no danger to you."

The emperor became interested: "Then you try."

Jian Mei asked him to put his hands on his knees and then squatted down and began to get the pulse. It took a long time to get the pulse, and slowly, his brows wrinkled and his face became more serious.

The emperor had originally joked and asked him to try it. At this moment, seeing the child's face, he tentatively asked: "Is my physical condition very serious?"

"The left pulse has no roots, the blood is extremely depleted, and the right pulse has a slightly short breath. It is a pulse of wasting and overwork, and you should usually be under a lot of pressure, there are signs of excessive thinking, and..." said As he spoke, he paused and asked: "Do you usually feel a tingling in your heart?"

The emperor said: "How do you know?"

"Every effort is injured and weak, and the five internal organs have their own masters, but the heart is the most." Jian Mei whispered: "Chest tightness, heart palpitations, cough and asthma were contracted last winter, but the attack this winter is more serious?"

The emperor nodded: "Yes."

Divine power heals obvious wounds, but this kind of self-inflicted heart disease has no way.

When he got here, the emperor suddenly really felt that the child had two brushes, and immediately said very modestly: "From your point of view, is there any cure for my body?"

In fact, the priests said that he was in good health. In fact, the emperor knew that he hadn't been a few years.

Of course, Jian Mei also knows that judging from the patient's body, if this continues, it is estimated that it will take 1-2 years at most, but if it is well nourished, it is another matter.

Jian Mei does not make people pessimistic, and only speaks: "Of course there are some treatments that need to be treated well."

The emperor thought that he was going to perform magical magic on himself, so he asked: "Do you want to perform any magical magic?"

Jian Mei shook his head: "I don't have supernatural power."

The emperor was stunned. Of course he had heard of this child before. The herbal package he studied by himself could help many poor people take medicine, and it was rumored that this child had no magical powers. He didn't expect it to be true. So he asked: "Then you How to treat it?"

Just as Jian Mo was about to speak, she paused again.

He doesn't have a doctor's qualification certificate, so he can't practice medicine. Although herbal medicine can be exchanged for points, he shouldn't care about these nosy matters.

"Hmm...I suggest you better go to the hospital." Jian Mei finally started to say: "See a doctor as soon as possible. Your illness can't be delayed. If you don't go to the hospital in time, your life may be in danger."

The emperor smiled bitterly: "Of course, I've actually seen a doctor a long time ago, but my illness cannot be cured by the hospital."

Jian was stunned, thinking that the healing priests were omnipotent.

When the two people were talking, a woman walked out of the house. She was wearing a veil, but her temperament was very beautiful. She was taken aback when she saw the two people talking. Then, when they were about to speak, she happened to have another moment. The cool wind blew over, and the emperor began to panting and coughing again. When he coughed, his whole body was trembling, and he looked very painful.

The woman is very anxious: "Sir, sir, are you okay?"

The emperor shook his head slightly. He raised his head and smiled at Jian Mo and said: "Thank you, doctor, thank you for your kindness, I have accepted it."

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doctor

Can he be called a doctor now?

Jian Mei suddenly remembered his grandfather's appearance and his father's appearance.

What would grandpa think if he knew he couldn't help the patient?

If the magical arts in the hospital were really useless, then the person in front of him might die in less than a year. Yes, he would really die, and he could have saved it.

Jian Mei looked at the man who was in pain and panting, his heart was also pulled, he hesitated, and finally stepped forward and said: "I can prescribe you a herbal prescription, but you have to promise me two things."

Concubine Xi looked at Jian Mei a little meaningfully. She guessed that it was nothing more than asking for money.

The emperor looked at Jian Mei quietly, and asked softly: "What's the matter?"

"The first is that you can't tell other people about my treatment for you. Neither neighbors nor relatives can. You can't spread this matter."

The emperor was a little surprised, but still asked: "What about the second thing?"

Jian Mei said softly: "The second thing is that you have to calm down your mind, stop worrying about it, and cooperate with my course of treatment. You can't stop the medicine, and don't get too tired."

Concubine Xi was a little surprised and asked: "Little sir, don't you ask about the medical expenses?"

Jian Mei hadn't thought about how much to collect, he hesitated for a moment, and hesitated: "Then, how much can you give?"

I was very serious when I just said that I was sick, but the young man who would hesitate to inquire looked a bit silly. People who looked like him would have some compassion in their hearts.

The emperor said: "What if our conditions are more difficult?"

He thought Jian Mei would say that if it is really difficult, he will give as much as he can.

But unexpectedly, the kid said, "That's it."

Both the concubine Xi and the emperor were taken aback.

"I think you have worked so hard, because the fatigue is so much that your body is damaged. It must be a hard life." Jian Mei's face is a little serious, and his voice is gentle: "So if it is really difficult, even Now, be nice to yourself."

For example, a priest in the hospital who has no money to see any illnesses is of course just an ordinary person, but at this moment, the emperor suddenly felt that although the child had no divine power, he seemed to have the light of God in his body.

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Let the great priest in the palace not use it, come to drink the soup that an unknown little doctor has prescribed. It sounds a bit outrageous, but it's true.

Concubine Xi even tried the medicine herself at the beginning, and then asked, "Your Majesty, there is nothing wrong with this, right?"

The emperor said slowly: "If there is a problem with this herbal medicine, then those wind-cold patients have already had an accident."

Concubine Xi thinks so.

What made her feel a little more relieved was that since she started to drink Jian Mei's medicine, the emperor's cough didn't seem to happen so frequently, and it seemed to be quite effective.

Jane can't come often, only when it's a day off, I will stay for a while every time, go back to the clinic, and then ask if I have taken medicine properly during this period of time. The small courtyard rented by the concubine Xi and the emperor is fairly simple , The reason for staying here temporarily is because Wucheng is closed in winter, and they have to settle in a small town with the most suitable temperature.

Jian Mei also came over today.

After a little half a month of getting along, he and the emperor have slowly become friends. When they are free, they will chat together. The emperor is used to seeing people with strong winds and waves, and he is feared and admired by the ministers in the court. In the harem, he was also carefully served by concubines. In front of Jian Mei, who does not know his identity, he can speak freely, and sometimes he will be told by the little doctor:

"Hey, I told you everything, when you drink the medicine, drink it while it's hot."

"No one complained to me, don't talk about anything else, okay."

"Can you not always sit in the air vent, you are a little bit too good about your body."

Most of the time, the emperor only had to be trained.

More often, they would sit together, and the emperor would occasionally talk to Jian Mei about some strange things, and occasionally when he was happy, he would say: "That's all in the past, now I am older. My body is not getting better, I just want to live the rest of my life, and leave the rest to my children and grandchildren."

Jian Mei asked softly, "Do you have a grandson?"

"No." The emperor sighed: "I still have two sons, but they are not married and married. My second son is okay, but my youngest son, he is busy with work every day, and he is more tired than me, so he has no thoughts at all. When thinking about marrying a wife, I sometimes worry about whether he is going to be a bachelor for a lifetime and has no grandchildren."

Jian Mei said: "Then he must have a very good career. If he is very good, someone will definitely pursue it. Don't worry about it."

"There are many people pursuing him." The emperor was a little proud: "It's not that I said, no matter how men or women, no one would want to marry my son or come to our house."

"..."

Uncle, are you too confident?

Jian Mei felt that he should be attacked: "Who said that, of course some people don't want it, I don't want it!"

The author has something to say: There are frozen bones in Zhumen's stinky roads of wine and meat-"Five Hundred Chinese Characters from Beijing to Fengxian County"

Zhang Jingyue pointed out in "Jing Yue Quanshu Miscellaneous Symptoms and Degeneration": "Every effort is injured and depleted, and the five internal organs have their own masters, but the heart is the most."

Mr. Zhang Xichun wrote in "Appreciation of Zhang Xichun's Classic Cases": "The left pulse has no roots, the blood is extremely depleted, and the right pulse has a slightly short breath, which is a pulse of wasting and overwork."