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Once, Zhao Tinghan missed Fang Ying's class because of sick leave. He felt very embarrassed, so he picked a few pots of flowers and sent them to Fang's house.

Fang Ying was a cautious person. Whenever a scholar took the initiative to get close to him, he would think that the other person wanted to get something from him.

What are the benefits?

Of course I missed a question.

After all, he has been the chief examiner for two consecutive terms (six years), and it is very likely that he will be the chief examiner again next year.

Therefore, he had no personal relationship with not only scholars but also other officials in the court. The more they were the children of officials, the more likely they were to take the imperial examination. He had to be wary of them all. If he got close to an official and the child of that official passed the imperial examination, there was a possibility that some villain would spread rumors, saying that he had missed a question.

Although most of the nobles and royal family members did not take the imperial examinations, they were all uneducated and Fang Ying looked down on them.

Fang Ying did the same, and Mr. Fang Er followed suit. As time went by, the front door of the Fang Mansion became deserted.

However, Fang Ying not only accepted the pots of flowers that Zhao Tinghan sent, but also gave gifts in return.

The return gift was the Spring and Autumn Annals with his own annotations.

The reason why he took a fancy to Zhao Tinghan was that Zhao Tinghan and his brothers would all have no chance of taking the imperial examination.

The second reason is that Zhao Tinghan is sick.

This is a child who is away from his family and is seriously ill.

Moreover, what was sent were just a few pots of inexpensive flowers.

The Spring and Autumn Annals of Mr. Fang Er was obtained by Zhao Tinghan on behalf of his younger brother Zhao Tingxuan.

Later, Zhao Tinghan heard that his younger sister Zhao Shiqing was also studying, so he sent his copy of the Spring and Autumn Annals back to Liangdi.

Currently, one of these two books is in Zhao Tingxuan's hands, and the other is in Baihe Mountain.

Yesterday, Zhao Shiqing sent someone back to Liangdi to get the book.

The brother and sister discussed for a full hour before Zhao Shiqing left.

The next day, Doctor Hu, who was in charge of treating Zhao Tinghan, returned to the Imperial Hospital sighing and sat alone in front of the window in a daze.

Compared with Mr. Han before and Doctor Wu later, Doctor Hu seemed too young.

The Imperial Medical Service is different from other government offices. The factions and teams here are based on families.

For example, Mr. Han, who has retired long ago, is from the Han family of Hoi An. The Han family has been practicing medicine for generations. When Taizu started his army, the ancestor of the Han family was a military doctor in the army.

The director of the Imperial Medical Service also has the surname Han. In addition to Director Han and the retired old man Han, the Han family has eight other young men and women working in the Imperial Medical Service. There are also more than a dozen other people in the Imperial Medical Service who, although not surnamed Han, are all disciples of the Han family.

In addition, there is the Jiang family, whose influence in the Imperial Hospital is comparable to that of the Han family.

Doctor Hu and the previous Doctor Wu were orphans in the Imperial Medical Bureau.

They did not come from famous medical families, nor did anyone in their family serve as officials in the court. They also had no connections with the masters in the harem. They were admitted based on their real talents and knowledge.

Before entering the Imperial Medical Service, they were all respected doctors in the local area, but when they arrived at the Imperial Medical Service, they became marginalized people who were ordered around.

If there was someone behind him, Doctor Hu would not have been sent to treat Prince Liang.

Everyone knew that Prince Liang was at the end of his rope and there was no way to save him. All he had to do next was wait for death.

Once Prince Liang died, the doctor who treated him would definitely be punished. Seeing the half-dead appearance of Doctor Hu, everyone felt that Doctor Hu was also not far from death.

Doctor Wu felt a little embarrassed. Originally, he was the one who treated Prince Liang. Later, when Prince Liang's condition worsened, he was reprimanded, so Doctor Hu was appointed instead.

And this result was obtained by selling his wife's dowry and giving gifts to his superiors.

Otherwise, the person waiting to die now would not be Doctor Hu, but him.

Doctor Wu brewed a pot of tea and brought it to Doctor Hu: "Try it. This is what my cousin brought from his hometown in Xinyang. It's good tea.
Doctor Hu forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Thank you. I didn't expect that I could drink Brother Wu's tea before I die."

Doctor Wu was so embarrassed that he wanted to crawl into the ground, but he still asked, "But is Prince Liang not well?"

Doctor Hu sighed, "I'm afraid we won't be able to eat mooncakes this year."

The status of the two imperial doctors Hu and Wu was not high, they did not have their own rooms, and the other imperial doctors around them were eavesdropping openly with their ears pricked up.

It is now mid-May. Doctor Hu said that Prince Liang will not be able to eat this year's mooncakes. Doesn't that mean that Prince Liang has only three months to live at most?
Some people sighed, while others became even more worried. "Three months, Doctor Hu, you must persevere, and you can't let the higher-ups change the doctor. Otherwise, when the knife falls, who knows whose neck will be cut off."

It's enough for Prince Liang to have you, Xiao Hu, accompany him on his journey to the underworld, so we won't go together.

In less than an hour, the entire Imperial Hospital, even the people in the herb garden, all knew that Prince Liang was doomed to die.

There was a hint of grief in everyone's eyes as they looked at Doctor Hu.

No matter when Prince Liang dies, someone in the Imperial Medical Bureau will have to die with him. So let's leave this opportunity to poor Doctor Hu. If you want to blame someone, blame him for giving up his job as a clinic doctor and choosing to take the exam for the Imperial Medical Bureau.

Do you really think that you can bring honor to your family by becoming an imperial physician?

But you have to have the life to do it.

The eunuchs in the palace went in and out of the Imperial Hospital every day, so the news that Prince Liang could not eat mooncakes spread into the palace that day and reached the ears of Emperor Yongjia and Concubine Li.

"Didn't he say last time that he wouldn't live for a few days? Why are you saying now that he won't live until the Mid-Autumn Festival? It's still three months away." Concubine Li said.

Emperor Yongjia frowned slightly, his mother was always so impatient.

"That's because mother misunderstood. She has always said that he would not live long."

Concubine Li was slightly hurt by Emperor Yongjia's words and she felt uncomfortable. Since her son became emperor, he became more and more majestic every year and his respect for her was not as good as before.

After all, she was just a concubine, not a queen mother!
Since the establishment of the Yong Dynasty, she was the only emperor's biological mother who was not crowned as empress.

Whenever she thought of this incident, Concubine Li became so angry that she couldn't sleep. She used to be gentle and kind when she was young, but now she has gradually become irritable and would lose her temper at the slightest provocation.

Such as now.

Her hands, painted with bright red nail polish, tightly grasped the cup on the small table. Nanny Fang, who was standing beside her, held her breath nervously, fearing that her own concubine would not be able to control herself and would smash the cup in front of the emperor.

Fortunately, Emperor Yongjia stood up before Concubine Li threw the cup and said, "I asked Yinzuoju to make another batch of jewelry, and I will send it to you when the time comes. If you don't like it, just ask them to redo it. I am here for you, so you can relax."

As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he heard the sound of porcelain breaking behind him.

Emperor Yongjia did not stop, but got on the dragon chariot and went to the Qinzheng Hall.

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