Sun Fucai led the master and apprentice to a room in the side hall and said, "I won't disturb the rest of the two masters. I will be waiting outside the door. If you need anything, just give me your instructions."
After saying that, he was ready to leave.
"Wait a minute." Chen Jingke called him, then took out the medical bag with his doubtful eyes, and took out two iodophor cotton swabs, hemostatic powder and a large band-aid.
When I was about to clean him up, I unfortunately found that I was not tall enough, so I could only say: "Come closer, put your head... and squat here."
Sun Fucai had already guessed what he was going to do, and stood there blankly, looking at him in disbelief.
Chen Jingke urged: "What are you doing standing still? Come here quickly and squat here."
Sun Fucai took a deep breath and squatted on the ground like Yan. When Chen Jingke came over to give him emotional wounds, he closed his eyes subconsciously, goosebumps appeared all over his body, and his whole body trembled with excitement.
Chen Jingke thought he had touched a wound, and said apologetically: "Did it hurt you? I'm sorry, I have to be careful. If it hurts, just tell me."
Sun Fucai couldn't bear it any longer, tears burst into his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.
Chen Jingke couldn't help complaining: "How old are you, are you so afraid of pain? I don't even try hard, and I don't dare to help you clean your wounds."
Sun Fucai said quickly: "It's my problem and not Xiaozhenren's fault. You can do whatever you want, I'll be fine."
"Then I've done it." Chen Jingke was a little frightened, crying profusely for such a small wound. This person was so fragile that he was almost as fragile as the sissy little fresh meat in the entertainment industry in his previous life.
After Sun Fucai confirmed again that there was nothing wrong, he bent down and carefully cleaned the blood and dust on his forehead with a cotton swab.
It's okay if you don't wipe it away. After wiping away these dried blood stains, the wound breaks open again and blood stains flow down.
Chen Jingke glanced at Sun Fucai subconsciously and was relieved when he saw that he didn't cry anymore. After cleaning up, he sprinkled a layer of styptic powder and put a band-aid on it.
You're done.
He was afraid and clapped his hands and carefully looked at the fruits of his labor. He felt that the band-aid was a little crooked and he should pay attention to it next time. Then he said: "Okay, the wound has been taken care of."
He took out another band-aid and said, "Take off the band-aid on your head tomorrow morning and replace it with this new one... Just take this one off the day after tomorrow and it'll be almost done."
Sun Fucai stood up and carefully took the band-aid. He treasured it and hid it in his lapel. He bowed respectfully to Chen Jingke and said:
"If you don't say thank you for your kindness, Sun Fucai will be rewarded generously in the future."
Chen Jingke waved his hand and said: "What a great favor. It's just an ordinary wound that can be healed without needing to be looked at for two or three days. Don't treat it like a serious illness that is life-or-death. You go out first, we have to rest."
"Here." Sun Fucai looked at him deeply and walked backwards to the door before turning around and leaving.
Sun Simiao had been watching all this silently, and after Sun Fucai left, he said: "Sit down, there are some things we need to talk about."
"Master, just say what you want to say." Chen Jingke thought he wanted to ask about special medicines, asthma, and the like, and he had already thought of the answer in his mind.
However, Sun Simiao did not ask these questions, but said: "Did you know that you almost died at least twice today?"
Chen Jingke said in surprise: "Ah? Master, please don't lie to me. Didn't I cure your mother's illness? Your Majesty can't just kill the donkey."
After saying this, he realized that this idiom was used incorrectly, but it didn't matter at the moment, he was more concerned about his life.
Sun Simiao kept staring at him, and when he saw that he didn't seem to be hypocritical, he shook his head and said, "You are indeed very talented, and you have a lot of knowledge that you don't know where you got it from. However, you don't know anything about officialdom or people."
Chen Jingke has an advantage. He never pretends to know anything, and at the same time he respects people who know more than him. In his previous life, he was just an ordinary person who came down the modern education assembly line, and he really didn't understand politics.
After hearing this, he quickly said humbly: "Master, please give me some advice."
Sun Simiao said: "First, you should not make loud noises in the palace, especially when the queen is critically ill. This is a capital crime."
"I know you are trying to make the princess happy, and your original intention is good, but it is a big mistake to attract so many palace people later."
"Second, you happen to have a panacea for the Queen's serious illness. You also say that the disease can only be controlled but not cured, and only you know how to control the disease... What will Your Majesty and the Queen think? This is another death penalty."
"If you hadn't proven your innocence by suffering from asthma, you and I would either be in the prison or our heads would be in different places at this time."
Hearing this, Chen Jingke broke into a cold sweat.
Although he had traveled to the Tang Dynasty for more than half a year, he had been following Sun Simiao in the mountains to study medical skills. Although his life was difficult, he could be considered happy and free.
Occasionally he would go down the mountain and go around to treat poor people, and he was highly respected.
Despite the smooth sailing, his thoughts have not completely changed, and his actions still carry many of the habits from his previous life.
For Sun Simiao's sake, others would give him a thumbs up, and any unusual behavior would be laughed off as young and ignorant.
But this is the palace, a place with the strictest rules, and no one will tolerate him.
Especially when the empress' eldest grandson Wugao was critically ill, his behavior in telling so many people about Journey to the West in the garden was no different from seeking death.
Later, it was said that Changsun Wugou's disease was controllable but not curable, but it was equally dangerous. Let alone Li Shimin and Changsun Wugou, anyone else would most likely think that he had ulterior motives.
In this era of strict hierarchy, killing him was just a matter of words. Fortunately, luck was on his side, otherwise the body would have been cold by now.
Only then did he truly realize mentally that this was not the 21st century but a feudal dynasty where people cannibalize people.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
"Master...Master, it's too dangerous here. Let's go back to the mountains."
Sun Simiao shook his head and said, "Do you think you can still leave?"
Chen Jingke suddenly fell silent. He was not really stupid. He was purely frightened and said this subconsciously. In fact, he knew very well that Li Shimin could not let him go.
No one else would let him go.
His brain began to spin rapidly, thinking about the situation at hand, and soon he suddenly said: "I am the only one who can cure the queen's disease. Doesn't that mean that as long as I take good care of her, no one will dare to touch me?"
Sun Simiao nodded and shook his head and said: "That's the truth, Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty, they will naturally protect you. But not everyone wants your Majesty to be safe and sound, and you will become a thorn in the flesh of these people."
Chen Jingke held his head and said: "What should I do, what should I do... Why should I encounter such a complicated thing?"
Seeing his annoyed look, a trace of pity flashed in Sun Simiao's eyes.
He only had one son in his life, but his son was so mystical that he never married, and the popularity of his lineage was about to be extinguished.
He originally had no regard for future generations, but the sudden appearance of Chen Jingke broke all this and made him experience the joy of family harmony.
The two of them were called master and apprentice. In fact, he treated Chen Jingke as his grandson.
Seeing Chen Jingke in trouble, he naturally couldn't bear it and said: "Don't do this. Master is still here. Master will risk his own life to protect you."