The husband I snatched halfway through his life is strange.

Chapter 94 I'll be fine

These words might fool others, but they won't fool Rong Di.

Yes, the general did indeed study medicine.

But that was limited to when I had free time to watch Old Ge save people, and... borrow books. I learned pulse diagnosis entirely on my own!

Life on the frontier was tough, and the general only used it as a pastime to pass the time.

"Don't think I don't know, you had a few drinks at that bonfire party and knocked on the wrong person."

Rong Di scoffed: "If you knew that the person sitting there was a general, would you dare to lay a hand on him?"

Old Ge: ...

He... really didn't dare.

Despite Wei Zhao's respectful attitude towards him, he has a long list of ways to torture people.

It is said that Wei Zhao humbled himself and pleaded with him three or four times in order to get him to become a military doctor in the Wei family army.

In fact, they are all fake!

Wei Zhao only came once!
He spent a fortune he could never spend in his lifetime.

He was incredibly arrogant, even saying he'd only have enough time to consider it for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

He shuddered when he realized he had called the wrong person.

Wei Zhao slowly stood up, turned to look at him, wiping the Broken Cloud Spear in his hand: "Have I offended you, Elder Ge?"

"No, no, no."

Wei Zhao: "It's alright."

He was easy to talk to, speaking in a lazy tone: "It's just a few hits, nothing serious, why would I hold a grudge?"

"Even if you crack my skull open, I won't care."

Listen to that! How beautifully said!

He was so touched at the time!

I thought Wei Zhao had finally become a decent human being!

But Wei Zhao turned around and made Fu Meng lie down in his tent, sleeping with him for five nights!
Old Ge didn't know how he survived those five nights!

Fu Meng has a terrible temper! He's only obedient in front of Wei Zhao; otherwise, he walks around the border with his head held high, completely disregarding everyone else!
That dog... that bastard, not only did it take over his bed, but it also made him wait on it and feed it water at night!
What good days could he possibly have?
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Yu Tingwan was unaware of what was happening outside.

After entering the resting cubicle, she saw that Wei Shen's breathing was barely perceptible and his body was as cold as ice. She gritted her teeth and lit the last bit of charcoal.

After feeding Wei Shen a few sips of hot water, the girl tucked the blanket around him, making sure he was covered up properly, then rubbed his hands and occasionally breathed on them.

Wei Zhao's hands were cold, and his face was cold.

But for some reason, it felt like a fire was burning inside me, intensely hot.

He tried to pull his hand back.

No twitching.

He even received a cold look from the girl.

Hui Niang would occasionally peek outside.

"I wonder if there's a doctor willing to come and examine Ah Lang first."

“I see they are extremely busy. The apprentice also said that the two doctors didn’t even have time to eat dinner.”

"There are so many patients outside. I just saw several people writhing on the ground in severe abdominal pain, saying they had eaten something bad."

"That's not the most important thing."

Hui Niang's brows were furrowed tightly.

"There are more than twenty people covered in injuries in the clinic right now, and the doctor is stopping their bleeding. I heard that they were brought from the mines to the west, where there was another landslide and many people died."

She still felt lingering fear when she spoke of this.

Wei Shouzhong had mentioned wanting to work in the mines before. Luckily he didn't go; if he had, who knows what might have happened.

"The mine is in deep trouble this time. There are hundreds, if not thousands, of dead people. The people who just arrived either lost their legs, had their hands broken, or had their intestines sticking out. They died before they could receive treatment."

It's scary to look at.

Yu Tingwan pursed her lips when she heard the word "mine".

"It's hard to say."

Her voice was very soft: "Didn't something happen last year? It caused quite a stir. People in their families died, and they all went to the mine to demand an explanation, but in the end, they didn't see a single penny of compensation. They couldn't swallow their anger, so they went to the government office and beat the drums. In the end, it was all suppressed."

Life is hard; what disease is the hardest to cure?

It's a disease of poverty.

People are so busy at home that they can't even cook a meal. Even though they know the mines are unsafe, some people still grit their teeth and go to work.

They earn their money by risking their lives.

Hui Niang paused slightly, a look of pity for the poor flashing in her eyes: "That's right, that county magistrate is greedy for money, he must have taken bribes again."

"uncertain."

Hu Dazhu, being a peddler who traveled the streets and alleys, heard a lot of news and would reveal some of it every time he returned home. Therefore, Yu Tingwan knew more than Hui Niang.

Yu Tingwan lowered her voice: "I heard that the person in charge of the mine is the county magistrate's brother-in-law."

Relying on this relationship, they were able to act lawlessly and rule as kings.

Wei Zhao listened calmly.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes.

How could a mere county magistrate possess such overwhelming power?
I'm afraid there are people protecting them from above.

This trend is not unique to Zexian County.

Isn't the same in the capital?

Some people dress smartly and elegantly, but who knows what dirty tricks they do in private?
Hui Niang stopped thinking about those things and looked at him with concern: "Are you hungry, Ah Lang? You haven't eaten much all day. I'll go buy some easily digestible wontons."

Wei Zhao had no appetite.

He seems to have lost a lot of weight these past few days while traveling.

"No."

"No, your body can't hold on if you don't eat."

There were vendors selling them at the entrance of the clinic. Hui Niang took some money from Yu Tingwan and walked out, with Yue Shan following her.

Seeing Wei Zhao's pale, bluish complexion, worry surfaced in Yu Tingwan's eyes. She was about to suggest cutting a piece of ginseng for him to hold in his mouth.

Wei Zhao then spoke.

He was slow.

"fine."

He bled out that night simply because he was worried that only Shunzi would be working at the blacksmith shop in town.

He was afraid of being delayed.

When Yu returned home in the evening, she mentioned Rong Di.

Wei Zhao knew Rong Di's temperament, and he was afraid that Rong Di would arrive with his men soon, not even until tomorrow.

Yu Tingwan had no idea what he was thinking.

She thought Wei Shen was just trying to comfort her.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wei Zhao added softly, "I'll be fine."

He continued slowly, "However, the doctors here can't cure me either."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

"What did you say?"

Wei Zhao: "Their skill level is at most..."

He pondered for a moment.

"At most, I'll show it to that impotent guy from yesterday."

Yu Tingwan: ? ? ?

what happened!

They were very cooperative on the way here!

Yu Tingwan had a headache, so she could only try to reason with her husband: "Didn't you see the plaque hanging at the entrance of the clinic, husband?"

She asked, "Do you know whose calligraphy that is?"

Wei Zhao glanced at her: "I don't want to know."

He had barely finished speaking when he was punched.

Yu Tingwan repeated, "Do you know whose calligraphy that is?"

Wei Zhao remained expressionless: "...I would like to hear the details."

This is right!

"I'll scare you to death if I say it!"

Yu Tingwan said, "That was written by the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty!"

Wei Zhao said weakly, "You've been deceived."

"The brushstrokes are not sharp enough."

“That’s definitely not his handwriting.”

Yu Tingwan: !!!

How come you seem to know everything?
His tone was always exceptionally firm!
Yu Tingwan: "Who said that!"

"Don't tell me it was you again!"

Wei Zhao: "I..."

"Don't interrupt."

Let her finish speaking!