Qin Dynasty: Who offended my frail and sickly minister?

Upon hearing this, Li Si instinctively shuddered.

You know, Brother Zicheng didn't even inform me beforehand when he last threw out his "vicious dog theory," but now I have to greet him... This...

Li Si glanced furtively at Zhou Wenqing's sleeve.

I wonder if Brother Zicheng brought that bottle of magical pills with him. If his heart stops suddenly later, I should be able to put two pills in his mouth in time, right?

He had to carefully and quickly calculate the probability of survival in his mind.

There must be pills available. Li Yi is still standing here, and I'm still young and strong with a solid foundation, so I can handle it.

Yes, it's very stable, you can listen to it.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then glanced to the side and landed on Xia Wuqie.

Oh, right! This person is here too.

This physician from the Xia family is a direct disciple of the Imperial Physician. He is highly skilled in medicine and has the ability to bring the dead back to life. With him present, even if I were to collapse on the spot, I should be able to be revived in time.

It's more stable now, and the security is tight.

Li Si straightened his collar, leaned forward slightly, glanced around, looked at the window to the left and the crack in the door to the right, then, like a thief, peeked in, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and a tragic, heroic expression rose on his face. He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice, saying:

"Brother Zicheng, tell me, I can handle it."

Zhou Wenqing: "…………"

What can it bear?!

What on earth is all this?!

He couldn't help but look down at the stack of manuscript papers in his hand.

Ordinary paper, ordinary ink, at most stacked a little thicker, but he couldn't possibly hide a dagger inside that thickness!

Looking at Li Si's face again, it was as if he were facing a formidable enemy, acting furtively, as if he were about to reveal some earth-shattering secret to send Li Si away...

"Brother Gu'an! Do you want to hear it or not?" Zhou Wenqing said irritably.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Li Si immediately dropped his exaggerated expression of going to his death, put on a smile, moved forward, and stared longingly at the stack of manuscripts.

"Brother Zicheng, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm all ears! Tell me quickly, what kind of people are under your command?"

"Brother Zicheng, don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm all ears! Tell me quickly, what kind of people are under your command?"

Zhou Wenqing was both amused and annoyed by his appearance, and was about to speak—

"Heh...heh..."

A strange sound came from the side.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time.

Xia Wuqie was sitting there, still clutching the stack of manuscripts that Zhou Wenqing had just pushed over, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

His face turned red from his forehead to the roots of his neck, his eyes were wide open, staring intently at the words on the paper, his pupils were trembling, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, and he squeezed out a "hoho" sound from his throat.

Then he leaned back in his chair, clutching his chest tightly with one hand, his chest heaving violently, while his other hand gripped the stack of manuscript papers so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His eyes were fixed on the words, as if he were about to faint at any moment.

"hiss--"

Li Si gasped.

My previous thinking was too conservative.

He had planned everything, but he hadn't anticipated that Physician Xia himself would faint first!

What's so stable about this?!

He swallowed hard and looked at Zhou Wenqing with a horrified expression.

My gaze slowly moved down from that gentle face to the thick stack of manuscript papers.

Li Si suddenly realized that his physical condition wasn't so good after all...

"The physician from the Xia family! The physician from the Xia family!"

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Zhou Wenqing suddenly came to his senses.

He quickly got up, walked around the desk, grabbed Xia Wuqie's shoulder with one hand, patted him on the back with the other, and said anxiously:

"Take a deep breath! Take it slow, take a deep breath—inhale—exhale—"

Xia Wuqie took several deep breaths before he finally caught his breath. He blinked, and his pupils gradually focused, slowly gathering from a state of chaos, finally landing on Zhou Wenqing's face.

"Zhou... Zhou Neishi..."

His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against wood, barely a whisper:

"This...is what's written on it...really true...?"

"Really what?"

Seeing Xia Wuqie's absent-minded appearance, Li Si finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He moved closer to Zhou Wenqing, glanced at the manuscript in Zhou Wenqing's hand, and asked in a low voice:

"Brother Zicheng, what exactly did you write on this paper that could almost make a doctor who's seen countless deaths faint on the spot?"

Zhou Wenqing turned his head and said helplessly:

"It's just some medical stuff. That's not the main point I wanted to discuss with Brother Gu'an. Let's continue..."

"That's it?"

A sharp, almost distorted voice abruptly interrupted him.

Xia Wuqie had somehow sat up straight and was staring at him with wide eyes. His face, which had been as pale as paper just moments before, was now flushed with an unnatural blush due to excitement.

"This...this...this..."

He stared straight at Zhou Wenqing, his face filled with condemnation and heartache, as if Zhou Wenqing had just said something outrageous and unforgivable.

"How could Zhou Neishi be so negligent!"

Xia Wuqie's voice trembled, filled with a sense of disappointment and indignation. He took a few deep breaths, lowered his head, and stared intently at the stack of papers, his gaze burning with an almost fanatical intensity.

"If everything written here is true, then it is...it is..."

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving as if trying to press his heart, which had nearly leaped out of his throat, back down, before managing to squeeze out the last few words:

"It's an invaluable treasure that every doctor and physician dreams of!"

After he finished speaking, the study was silent for a moment.

Zhou Wenqing looked at Xia Wuqie, who seemed to be about to ascend to heaven, opened his mouth, then decisively closed it again. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth and said something inappropriate, Xia Wuqie would just slap him.

Li Si sat to one side, his gaze shifting back and forth between Zhou Wenqing and Xia Wuqie twice before settling on the stack of manuscripts that Xia Wuqie was clutching tightly.

He suddenly cleared his throat.

Cough cough.

Zhou Wenqing turned to look at him.

"Brother Zicheng."

Li Si's gaze fell on the stack of manuscript papers, his tone carrying a subtle, almost obscure, implication:

"How about... we put aside the important matter for now and talk about this 'non-essential' part?"

He gestured towards Xia Wuqie with his lip, but his gaze was fixed on the stack of papers as if drawn by a magnet, unable to look away. He casually added, "..."

"I'm not curious, I'm just... worried that Physician Xia might get too excited."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body had already uncontrollably leaned forward half a foot.

His eyes were fixed on the stack of papers, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice trembled.

"So—what exactly did it write?!"

Zhou Wenqing looked at the two of them. Their eyes were practically glued to that section of the manuscript; they sighed helplessly.

I never expected Xia Wuqie to be so excited, which completely swayed the focus of our discussion. We didn't even intend to discuss medical techniques today!

but……

"Alright, I'll talk about this first."

He reached out and gently pulled the stack of manuscripts from Xia Wuqie's hand. Xia Wuqie's hand instinctively followed, as if he had taken away something he cherished.

Zhou Wenqing: "..."

He silently spread the stack of papers on the table, and the next second, four pairs of eyes followed the paper and moved towards him.

Zhou Wenqing took a deep breath, looked up at Li Si, and traced the cards one by one with his fingers:

"Actually, these are about some medical principles, including disinfection and bandaging, suturing wounds, managing difficult labor, fracture reduction, and disease prevention and control."

He paused, then added:

"These are absolutely true, you can rest assured. This was written by... uh, by one of my senior brothers. Yes, my senior brother. He has traveled all over the country for many years and wrote these things down. I only remembered it a couple of days ago, so I quickly memorized it."