GBP Chapter 1893 Master Shi Visits the Sick
Chapter 1893 Master Shi Visits the Sick
"I see!" Su Changjing was somewhat disappointed. This was the best idea he had come up with to please the Crown Prince. He had talked until his throat was hoarse, but it turned out that the Crown Prince already knew about this miracle drug.
Cheng Youning added something Su Changjing didn't know: "This medicine was used by soldiers on the front lines many years ago. It was precisely because the Emperor used it and knew of its miraculous effects that it became widely used in the military."
Those who can enter the advanced class of the Imperial Academy are all intelligent and good at studying. Although Su Changjing's ranking as a Juren (a successful candidate in the provincial civil service examination) is behind Cheng Youning, he is still a Juren in name only. This Juren status alone proves that Su Changjing is not lacking in intelligence. Hearing this, he asked, "Since His Majesty knows about this medicine, has used it before, and it is widely used in the military camp, with this medicine available, His Majesty should not be so ill that he cannot get out of bed!"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Youning paused. No matter how much he explained, it couldn't cover up Li Zheng's statement that the Emperor was too ill to get out of bed. So, what he had just said to everyone was just nonsense, and it turned out that no one had listened to him!
At this moment, Cheng Youning's voice carried the same questioning tone from Song Qianyuan: "Yes! I've used that cold medicine before, and it can cure any cold."
The Shi family's medicine for treating colds is indeed extraordinary; it can be considered a miraculous medicine for treating colds. Minor colds can be cured instantly, while severe colds can be stopped after just two doses.
Later, word spread quickly, and half the people in the city knew that the Shi family had a medicine that could save lives from colds.
The Shi family opened their doors wide to charity, providing medicine to anyone who asked. As a result, the poor in the city who caught a cold never went to pharmacies to buy medicine, but instead went to the Shi family's shop or teahouse to ask for medicine.
At the same time, the Shi family's cold medicine cured many people and saved many people who were not far from death, so the Shi family's reputation grew day by day.
The Shi family patriarch was the emperor's savior. Because of this special relationship, the Shi family moved most of their business in Chaizhou to Fengying City within a year or two, where they settled down and became renowned imperial merchants.
Su Changjing and Song Qianyuan both acknowledged that the Shi family's medicine for colds was effective. They unanimously believed that the Shi family's medicine could cure the emperor's cold, and that if the emperor had taken the Shi family's medicine for colds, he wouldn't be unable to get out of bed.
But to Cheng Youning, their words sounded like a soul-searching interrogation. They doubted that the Emperor had caught a cold.
Cheng You glanced at the people behind him. More and more people were following, and Cheng You's steps became heavier. He realized that these classmates were just as difficult to deal with, just as shrewd, and just as inquisitive as the ministers in the court.
This reminded Cheng Youning of what his great-uncle often told him: that his classmates would all be used by the imperial court in the future.
The Imperial Academy was the highest institution of learning they had been granted permission to attend, and the students in the advanced class of the Imperial Academy were the cream of the crop. Most of them would likely meet in the imperial court in the future. Thinking of this, Cheng Youning couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Wouldn't these people be seeing each other in the imperial court every day in the future?
Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, Master Shi was taking his son, Shi Hongshang, to visit the Emperor when he fell ill, and also brought Wan Lianxing a cold medicine personally prepared by Master Shi.
After exchanging greetings and offering him a seat, Master Shi spoke with concern, "Your Majesty, I heard that you have caught a severe cold, so I specially prepared some medicine to treat it and brought it with me. I don't know if it's suitable for your condition."
Wan Lianxing was somewhat surprised, "The news spread so fast? Even our benefactor knows!"
Looking at Wan Lianxing's dark purple face, Master Shi became suspicious. He had seen many cases of colds and could tell at a glance whether it was a cold or not, but the Emperor's face clearly looked like he had been poisoned.
Regardless of whether it was a cold or not, the Emperor looked quite ill. Today it was the father and son who came; if it were anyone else, the Emperor certainly wouldn't see them.
Master Shi reported truthfully, "Your Majesty, I believe what you say is true. Your complexion is indeed dark. If Your Majesty does not mind, please allow me to take your pulse and see if it is a cold. If it is a cold, Your Majesty can try the medicine I brought."
Wan Lianxing waved his hand, no longer bothering to hide it, "My benefactor, you may not know, but I haven't caught a cold..."
When faced with the Shi family patriarch who came to administer the medicine, the Emperor did not want to hide anything and told him the whole story. He did not tell the ministers because he did not want to make a big fuss about this matter, drag a bunch of people into it, and convict the Prince Pang's Mansion again. This was the last thing he wanted. Also, once the matter was investigated, the ministers would all talk and would definitely accuse the people serving him of dereliction of duty. Although in the end, who would be punished and how severe the punishment would be depended on the Emperor's will, Wan Lianxing thought it was better to avoid trouble.
Upon hearing this, Master Shi was quite shocked, and his gaze towards Cheng Feng, who was serving him, changed.
Fortunately, Shang tide was driven away by the Emperor. Firstly, it was inconvenient for Shang tide to serve the Emperor, and secondly, there was his sister-in-law in the Prince Pang's mansion who needed to be served.
Cheng Feng, who was left behind, had already been scolded enough and didn't seem to care about the strange looks he received. It was his friend Shi Hongshang who was being unfair; after hearing about the Emperor's poisoning, she was trying her best to suppress a smile.
Shi Hongshang wanted to laugh but dared not. After all, the Emperor had just experienced a heart-stopping near-death experience last night, and for him to laugh would be extremely disrespectful. However, when he learned that Shang Xi's dish had knocked out the Emperor, two generals, and a minister, he inexplicably wanted to laugh. It was too funny; even a storyteller wouldn't dare to tell such a story!
Cheng Feng had resigned himself to his fate. No matter how he explained it, he couldn't change the fact. All he hoped for now was to get the Emperor out of bed as soon as possible to reduce his and Shang tide's guilt.
Since the Emperor didn't have a cold, the cold medicine that Master Shi brought was naturally unnecessary, and he wasn't good at detoxification either. In order not to disturb the Emperor's rest, they came and went in a hurry. When they left, Cheng Feng took two steps to see them off to the door, and then repeatedly told them, "Shi Hongshang, your teahouse is full of gossips. Everyone will definitely know that you went to the palace. Don't talk nonsense when you go back."
Shi Hongshang unfolded a paper fan to cover the lower half of her face, revealing a pair of eyes that were almost squinting with laughter. "I know, I know, do you think I'm someone who doesn't know what's important? Don't worry, His Majesty caught a cold and is already much better!" Shi Hongshang leaned closer to Cheng Feng's ear. "You two are the first couple in history to do this. Anyone else would have already lost their head by now."
When Cheng Feng returned to his bedchamber, Wan Lianxing had already gone to sleep. In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Cheng Feng was worried and whispered, "Let the imperial physician come and take his pulse again!"
The old butler was much calmer than Cheng Feng at this moment, and whispered, "The residual poison hasn't gone away yet, so it won't get better immediately. Just take good care of him."
Cheng Feng wasn't afraid of serving the patient tirelessly; his only fear was improper medical treatment that would send the person to their death.