imperial psychologist

Chapter 569 The Wolf

Baoyuan turned to leave, but Bai Ling suddenly remembered something, stepped forward to chase out the door, and came back after a while.

When only Ai Songqing and Bo Ling were left in the room, Ai Songqing asked Bo Ling what he was doing.

"When I was listening to the play tonight, I heard from the people next to me that Jingzhao Yin's Yamen seems to be downsizing recently," Bai Ling said softly, "Bao—Sister Li's husband happens to be working in the Yamen, so I'll go to her A reminder."

"Reducing staff..." Ai Songqing lowered his head and muttered, "Chuzhou also did it a few years ago, but it was an offending job."

"Has your family experienced this too?"

Ai Songqing shook his head again and again, "It's not that my family was downsized, it's that my uncle was doing this job at the time, and at first he wanted to get serious, but then he couldn't push it for some reason. My dad just mentioned it."

"Let's see." Bo Ling looked at the night and sighed softly, "I'm tired today too. Let's all wash up early and go to bed early."

Ai Songqing laughed, "Yeah!"

……

Early the next morning, Han Chong woke up early in the Xichai room of the Imperial Hospital.

It is very hot in June now, and the sun is still mild at this early morning light in a day.

He still aches all over, but the doctor here still asks him to pick a time every day to get up, sit and walk, even if he walks from the west side of the house to the east side.

Han Chong has been counting the days, now that he has been lying here for more than half a month, he feels that it is almost time to return to Qinyuan.

But the young doctors here obviously don't think so.

Early in the morning, the apprentices from the Tai Hospital brought porridge and eggs that were thicker than the rice soup a few days ago—I don’t know why, the chicken soup and big bone soup that were common when visiting patients in the past were not available here. The meals provided below are quite bland fish, eggs, goat milk and some vegetables.

At the beginning, Han Chong was extremely resistant to goat milk—it’s not like what kind of milk a baby in a swaddle should drink, it’s not as nourishing as chicken soup...

However, he never expected that these young doctors would take advantage of Mr. Heng Yuan's visit and drag him to a side room to do ideological work—Han Chong could win these apprentices, but he really couldn't win his master.

There was the sound of footsteps outside, and Han Chong raised his head to see Mr. Hengyuan appearing at the door wearing a mask again.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand, got up to greet him, Mr. Heng Yuan raised his hand to let him sit, and walked in quickly by himself.

He glanced at the food on Han Chong's small dining table, "Why is there no goat's milk this morning?"

"They say they are still 'disinfecting'." Han Chong replied, and his brows wrinkled as soon as this topic was brought up, "Cook it without boiling it, so what kind of 'poison' can be 'disinfected'——"

Before Han Chong finished speaking, a familiar voice came from outside, "It's boiled, and the good things in this milk will be 'boiled to death'!"

Heng Yuanjun and Han Chong looked up at the same time, and saw the apprentice who had been in charge of their bed for half a month coming in with a white porcelain bowl.

Han Chong resentfully stopped.

"Drink the goat's milk for today." The apprentice said with a smile, "Not every patient can be treated like this. Since you can drink it, drink more."

Han Chong snorted coldly, didn't say anything more, just picked up the bowl and started to drink.

Mr. Hengyuan had been sitting on the sidelines watching, and at this moment he also asked curiously, "What kind of treatment can I drink?"

"It doesn't look at anything else, it depends on the patient himself. Almost half of them can't drink, and they have gas and diarrhea after drinking milk. When Dr. Bai was there, he called it 'lactose intolerance'. Although there is no harm, the patient himself It’s uncomfortable, forget it.” The young apprentice explained with a smile.

While speaking, Han Chong had already put the bowl - the bottom of the bowl was clean.

"That's good," the apprentice stepped forward and picked up the egg shells on the table, "I still need to listen to the doctor, the doctor wishes you the best."

Han Chong sneered, "... What's the point of letting you eat eggs but not chicken soup?"

When the apprentice heard this, his face became serious, and the movement of his hands stopped. He turned to look at Han Chong and said, "Then I can talk to you about this, many patients with injuries like to stew chicken soup and bone soup. A big bowl of rich oil, but even if you stew a chicken, the nutrition that can be melted into the soup is less than 5.00%, so if you drink the oil, your stomach will not be able to stand it;
"As for the bone soup, the calcium content of the bone soup is less than [-]% of the bowl of goat's milk in your hand..." At this point, he stopped himself first, "Do you know what calcium is?"

Han Chong didn't speak, just stared at the apprentice in front of him coldly.

When the apprentice saw Han Chong deflated, he immediately laughed, "Don't you know? You don't need to know, anyway, you just know that this stuff is good for bones. No matter what kind of caterpillar fungus and ganoderma, it doesn't work."

Mr. Heng Yuan was speechless the whole time, just listening with a smile on the sidelines.

Han Chong didn't feel like having an attack, so he just lay down on the bed again with a livid complexion, and then covered his face with the quilt.

It was only after the apprentice left with the plate and empty bowl that Han Chong sat up again.

"Minggong, I want to go back to Qinyuan." He whispered, "...I have a headache after staying here for a long time."

"In two more days, the doctor said that you have been suffering from repeated fevers for the past few days. It would be safer to leave after the fever subsides completely..." Mr. Hengyuan said with a deep smile, and after a while, he looked at Han Chong again, " But even if you go back to Qinyuan, you still have to follow the doctor's orders, and you can't mess around with your own temper."

"..." Han Chong was silent.

"Have you unlocked the gossip lock that I brought you the day before yesterday?" Heng Yuan-jun asked.

Han Chong took out a small cloth bag from under the pillow, "It was taken apart...but I haven't tried how to put it back together."

"Reassembly is indeed more difficult than disassembly."

Mr. Heng Yuan took the small cloth bag from Han Chong's hand, spread it flat on his lap, and then started to assemble the parts inside one by one.

Han Chong looked at Mr. Hengyuan's hand—under Minggong's hands, the tenon and tenon joints of the nine gossip locks snapped together, and soon returned to the original cross shape.

Mr. Hengyuan threw the gossip lightly towards Han Chong, and Han Chong reached out to catch it.

"Use this to pass the time when you're bored." Mr. Heng Yuan smiled, "It's still quite fun, isn't it."

Han Chong didn't answer.

Although he didn't think there was anything interesting in it at all, since Duke Ming told him so, he just took it as a task in a sickbed.

"I'm also looking forward to your return to Qinyuan," Mr. Hengyuan said softly, "I can tell you something now. Half a month ago, Shangluo County King Chen Xin came to Beijing again."

Han Chong's expression changed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Mr. Heng Yuan, "Are you here for Monk Hui Shi?"

"I don't know yet. But he went to Donglin Temple to pay homage to Hui Shi a few days ago." Mr. Hengyuan replied in a low voice, he sighed rarely, and looked at Han Chong, "You are not here, I will do many things by myself ...it's really inconvenient."

(End of this chapter)