A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 193 Speak for Me
Song Xuan learned the purpose of Wang Congyi's visit.

It’s all for the sake of my own body, can I save it?

Even if Gu Zimo's affairs were deliberately concealed, there is no wall that is impenetrable.

"Brother Wang, please extend your hand."

Song Xuan sat in the hall and took the initiative to speak: "You know, medicine can't cure death."

Wang Congyi understood that he was tired of hearing such words from Doctor Wang.

If he hadn't suddenly learned that Song Xuan had that kind of means, he wouldn't have come.

"I know you didn't make the list, but if this gets publicized at court, my father, with his influence, will have no problem giving you a place as the top scorer."

Faced with Wang Congyi's big promise, Song Xuan just felt his pulse and said nothing.

Wang Congyi naturally knew that Song Xuan had taken the pulse of many of his classmates.

Wang Tai, Lu Lejian and others were all too obsessed with pleasure, but Shi Yannian was the only one with a serious problem. Song Xuan remained silent and took his pulse for a long time.

Now Song Xuan is just as the rumors said, and Wang Congyi also knows that his illness is very serious.

So he didn't disturb Song Xuan.

After a long time.

Song Xuan took the pulse away and leaned back in his chair, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Because feeling the pulse is not as accurate as a full body scan.

But he was sure that Wang Congyi was indeed sick.

"Brother Wang's lungs are not very good."

Song Xuan immediately added, "If my brother had not been born in the prime minister's family, he would have died long ago."

Wang Congyi's heart skipped a beat. It was indeed so.

"Difficult to treat?"

"This is not a question of whether it can be cured." Song Xuan said with a heavy face:

"In fact, Dr. Wang understands these pathologies better than I do."

"I know you've heard a lot of news, but I can tell you that Judge Gu can live for a while, but not forever. The knife has already injured his lungs. Perhaps within a year or two, he will be finished."

"If the court investigates his crimes, and my family loses their comfortable life, I'll die even faster!"

In ancient times, even if the disease was not considered serious, it could still be fatal.

After all, the medical conditions are here.

If there is a sick person at home, it is okay if you are rich, as you can use money to keep him alive.

If you don't have money, you're doomed.

It’s the same as it is now. If your pension is high, you can stay in the intensive care unit to maintain basic life, and you can remain alive.

If there was no money to treat the illness and maintain life, he would have been taken home to prepare for funeral arrangements before he died.

It's so cruel!
Besides, without penicillin, Wang Congyi’s disease could not be cured.

As for penicillin, it is very difficult to make it successfully.

Wang Congyi is a smart man, and he certainly knows what Song Xuan meant.

"It can't be cured?"

"There is no medicine."

Wang Congyi's entire aura immediately became weak.

He knew he was going to die.

But I don’t want to die!
This situation, in particular, was a real torture for him.

God knows whether death will come tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?
The key point is that with his physique, he won't even have the chance to have fun.

It wasn't easy for his father to make his family rich, but it ended up like this.

If Wang Congyi had no more children, his family would adopt his cousin's son for him.

After a long pause, Wang Congyi suddenly had an idea.

He stared at Song Xuan closely:

"You said there's no medicine, not that it can't be cured?"

"It can be cured with medicine, but my deceased master didn't teach me many steps."

"Many things have to be explored, and the key is that it takes a long time."

"And it may not be useful, you understand?"

What Song Xuan said really excited Wang Congyi.

But he was not sure whether Song Xuan was lying to him again.

After all, according to Doctor Wang, you should take medicine when you need to and don't expect to be completely cured.

There is absolutely no hope for this lung disease.

However, Doctor Wang gave Gu Zimo a death sentence, but Song Xuan dragged him out of the ghost gate.

As a result,
"Hahaha."

Wang Congyi suddenly burst into laughter:
"As long as they're not like Xu Fu who took my money and cheated me, that's fine."

"Shi Er Lang, just go ahead and do it. I'll give you money if you want it, and I'll give you people if you want them."

Wang Congyi actually didn't believe that Song Xuan would lie to him. Based on what he knew, it could be said that there was absolutely no hope of saving Song Xuan.

In this case, I have no excuse.

After all, Song Xuan has one or two unique skills, but can his medical skills really compare to those of the world-renowned Doctor Wang?

Song Xuan shook his head and pointed his finger:

"Brother Wang, there's no need to get so excited. This is all I'm sure of."

"10% sure?" Wang Congyi was extremely surprised: "That's too high."

At that time, when Song Xuan said he wanted to save Gu Zimo, he was only 10% sure, and he just extended his life.

Then Wang Congyi had even less to worry about.

"You're overthinking it. I'm used to using the percentage system, which means I'm only 1% sure."

The smile on Wang Congyi's face stopped. He knew that his illness was more serious than Gu Zimo's.

"Shi Er Lang, even if there is a one percent chance of success, do you think I will give up if I grab the last straw?"

"Too."

Song Xuan nodded, and was asked again:

"If I really can't wait for the new medicine you develop, can you use the method of draining someone else's life to prolong my own?"

Seeing Wang Congyi's eager eyes, Song Xuan leaned forward slightly:

"Your illness and his are two different ones. His is caused by external injuries, and yours is caused by internal injuries. Do you think you can use the same prescription for different illnesses?"

"Hey."

Wang Congyi sighed heavily: "I knew it was a waste of effort."

"But I can teach you a fitness method first. Practice Ba Duan Jin slowly every day. Maybe your body will gradually feel better."

"it is good."

Wang Congyi agreed immediately and then took the initiative to say:
"Don't worry, Twelve Lang. I will write to my father right now and ask him to find an opportunity to speak up for you and try to get the title of Jieyuan back."

Song Xuan waved his hand and smiled:

"If you want to help me, Brother Wang, why not write a letter to your father and ask him to thoroughly investigate the Dou family? That will eliminate this major threat to me."

"I didn't do well on the test this time because of their attack. If something like this happens again on next year's test, how can we be so cautious against thieves?"

Wang Congyi certainly knew how serious a sin it was to cheat in the imperial examination.

But as long as it is a test paper, someone needs to set the questions. For some people, getting the questions in advance is not too difficult.

Although the Song Dynasty was named after Zhao, it also needed many people to work hard for it.

Wang Congyi didn't expect Song Xuan to admit that he didn't perform well, instead of being deliberately targeted.

Right.

Yan Shu was so optimistic about Song Xuan that he didn't care even if some of the examiners secretly accepted bribes from the Dou family and deliberately gave Song Xuan a low score.

Wang Congyi also believed that Yan Shu would take the initiative to rescue Song Xuan.

Even Yan Shu failed to save Song Xuan, which means that the two matters of the assassin and saving Gu Zimo consumed a lot of Song Xuan's energy.

Otherwise, Song Xuan wouldn't even have the chance to be on the list.

"This is an obligation."

Wang Congyi was the first to make his own commitment.

Because no matter what, he couldn't give up Song Xuan, the straw that kept him alive.

Maybe his deceased master had many unique tricks to treat difficult and complicated diseases!
Song Xuan actually always wanted to develop penicillin, but he always failed, so he simply put it aside for the time being.

"Twelfth brother."

Zhang Fangping appeared at the door and immediately shouted, "Go check on Fan Xiang."

"What happened?" Song Xuan stood up.

"Everyone go check the list. Fan Xiang was accepted, but he was the last one on the red list. But he kept saying, 'I got in, I got in,' and he didn't respond no matter how much we called him. Now no one knows what to do."

Bao Zheng and others naturally surrounded Fan Xian all the way to the bookstore.

Song Xuan stood there watching Fan Xiang continue talking.

"Shi Er Lang, what happened to this guy?"

Through his interactions with this group of students, Song Xuan understood that many of the candidates were extremely fragile.

It is easy to develop hysteria when you are extremely sad or happy.

"It's okay." Song Xuan waved his hand: "Fan Xiang was just too happy and lost his mind for a moment."

"what?"

"I've lost my mind, what can I do?"

"Could it be that I lost some of my three souls and seven spirits, and that's why this happened?"

"I heard about it."

"Shi Er Lang, do you have any way to retrieve Fan Xiang's soul and spirit?"

"Yes."

Song Xuan nodded pretentiously: "I have a plan, but I don't know who can implement it."

"It's urgent. If you need us to treat Brother Fan, we will follow Twelve Lang's orders."

"Yeah."

"Twelve Lang, please speak quickly."

Song Xuan pointed at Fan Xiang and said, "Give him two slaps to get the little devil away first. You have to hit him hard."

"Ah?" Everyone was a little confused.

After all, we are all classmates, who would bully others for no reason?

After all, Han Qi, my deskmate, is a ruthless person who doesn't talk much.

Go up and shoot left and right.

He slapped Fan Xiang hard twice.

Fan Xiang felt pain and saw stars.

Before he could ask any questions, Han Qi slapped him again viciously.

Fan Xiang's face immediately became red and swollen.

"what's the situation?"

When everyone heard Fan Xiang's words, they no longer thought about the three words "I was hit by the lottery" and they all felt relieved and laughed at the same time.

So this is how hysteria is treated!

"Following Shi Er Lang is really learning knowledge!"

Han Qi, who usually doesn't talk much, looked at his slap and was very surprised to find that he cured Fan Xian's hysteria.

Song Xuan invited them into the hall to rest for a while.

There is still plenty of sunshine outside.

Fan Xiang covered his swollen mouth and said, "Shi Er Lang, you have to speak up for me!"

"What am I saying for you?"

Song Xuan pointed at Han Qi and said, "If Han Qi hadn't fought so well, would he have been able to call back your souls and spirits by now?"

Fan Xiang didn't know what was going on with him.

"Shi Er Lang, what's wrong with me?"

"You should eat less sweet and salty food from now on. If you weren't so young and didn't have access to chicken, duck, fish, or meat on a regular basis, I'd seriously suspect you were going to have a stroke. Do you understand?"

Fan Xian covered his mouth with his hands. Who would have thought that he would fail the test and be slapped three times, with no place to complain.

"Fan Xiang, don't be so conceited. Only you two will pass the exam."

Wang Tai ignored Fan Xiang's complaints and asked with a smile:

"Shi Er Lang, guess who will be the champion of Yingtian Prefecture this year?"

Wang Tai felt that no one made the list.

Now the small group has one top scorer and one last-placed one.

How fucking weird!
"Do I know him?"

"know."

Song Xuan looked at the people in the room, then pointed at Han Qi and said:
"The only one who has no obvious weaknesses in the four subjects is Han Qi. Is he this year's champion?"

"Fuck, this is amazing."

Han Qi didn't expect that Song Xuan would notice his usual silence.

He really pays attention to every friend around him!
Wang Tai immediately stepped forward and looked at Song Xuan:

"Why don't you guess it's me?"

"I'm also a good student and ranked high on the entrance exam."

"You're not good at history. When I saw the question, I couldn't even answer it."

Wang Tai was speechless for a moment.

Straight bastard.

Song Xuan was right.

If Wang Tai had not seen him writing with divine power in the examination room, he would have suspected that Song Xuan's failure to pass the exam was a revenge by the Dou family.

But he also knew that with Lord Yan around, he would never allow such a thing to happen!

Unless it was done by Mr. Yan himself.

But Wang Tai felt that this speculation was even more ridiculous.

After studying these days, everyone knows their own strengths and weaknesses.

"So do you think you won?"

"If I pass the imperial examination, I will definitely be more active than you in checking the list. Otherwise, it would be like walking in the night in fine clothes. How can I succeed?"

"Hahaha."

Everyone burst into laughter at Song Xuan's words.

The depressed feeling of failing the exam had mostly disappeared.

They passed the exam less than three months after entering school.

This means that they don’t need to study hard in Yingtian Academy to pass the exam, but most of them failed. They are obviously noobs and need to continue practicing.

"It's a pity for Shi Er Lang. If this incident hadn't happened, who would have won the title of Jie Yuan? It's still unknown!"

Song Xuan waved his hand: "My skills are not as good as others. I haven't written the poem well yet. I need to practice more."

Everyone also knew that the Master had trained Song Xuan in this area, but the effect was not that good, and Xikun style poetry and prose could not be improved by practicing.

"No, wait."

Song Xuan counted the heads of the people present:

"With so many people, don't tell me that only Han Qi and Fan Xiang, our deskmate, made the list, and all of us failed!"

"Ah, that's it."

Lu Lejian was also a little embarrassed. He knew that the questions this time were difficult, but he also thought that reaching Fan Xiang's ranking was not bad.

I never thought that even Fan Xian couldn't beat him.

"Okay, okay." Song Xuan also sighed:

"Then we will all be left out from the public eye from now on!"

"What does it mean?"

Fan Xiang also covered his face and looked at Song Xuan.

"From now on, if someone asks you how your grades are, just say this."

Song Xuan pointed at Fan Xiang with a smile:

"The end of the interpretation is Fan Xiang, and the virtuous man is beyond Fan Xiang."

"Hahaha."

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

We are all still quite young, and it is extremely normal to fail the hair examination for the first time.

However, I have not developed the depressed mentality of a student who always fails in the exam.

You can even play the role of a failed student.

"Is Shi Er Lang at home?"

A question came from outside the door.

Song Xuan naturally stood up and responded:
"I am, who are you?"

The visitor immediately introduced himself: "I am Liang Qian, from Xiangyang. I came in second in the examination held in Yingtian Prefecture."

Everyone was surprised. After all, he should have been taking the exam in Xiangyang Prefecture in the southwest of Beijing. How could he come here?

Could it be that he had taken the exam in Xiangyang Prefecture and came to Yingtian Prefecture to take it again, and in order to ensure that he would pass, he came here to take the exam without stopping?

Liang Qian naturally saw the confusion among the crowd, so he said that he was adopted by his uncle, which was why he was able to take the exam in Yingtian Prefecture.

They are definitely not the kind of "college entrance examination immigrants" who look for loopholes.

Through the conversation, Song Xuan got to know this person better.

It turns out that his grandfather, his current father, was the top scholar in the Song Dynasty.

It's just that his uncle had no son, so he was adopted.

With such a family atmosphere, it is not surprising that the student raised here ranks second in the exam.

Especially since this person is a hot candidate for the top spot!

After all, if there are three top scholars in a family, the glory of our ancestors will probably be passed down through the ages!

"I wonder what Brother Liang's intention is in coming here?"

"I have always admired Song Twelve's character, and I've also heard the Master speak of your knowledge. It's absolutely impossible for you, Song Twelve, to fail this Fajie exam. So I suspect someone from the Dou family is secretly trying to trip you up and depose you."

Liang Qian said solemnly:
"If Twelve Lang wants to clear his name, he can go to the Imperial Examination Hall and ask Yingtian Prefecture Governor Yan Xianggong to register and have his results reviewed."

Everyone was puzzled by Liang Qian's words.

After all, no matter what, it’s useless for him to say these words!
If there really is something wrong with Song Xuan's results, he may not be able to keep his second place.

Of course, Fan Xiang, the last one, might also appear on the red list.

"Thank you, Brother Liang. I failed the test this time because I'm not strong enough. It's my own fault."

Song Xuan naturally took over the conversation and said with a smile:

"Besides, the imperial examination is the national policy of the Song Dynasty. No matter how powerful the Dou family is, I don't think they would dare to tamper with it."

After all, Liang Qian's motives are very strange.

Song Xuan didn't doubt that there were no wanderers running rampant in the Song Dynasty.

However, this environment and soil make it difficult to cultivate the kind of situation like that in the late Han Dynasty where people would follow someone to the death just because of a few words or an incident.

Especially since the idea of ​​loyalty at that time was very different from today.

It would be very difficult for Chai Jin in Water Margin to restore Mengchangjun's ways!
Everyone comes here to eat and drink for free, and few people are willing to work for him!
Especially for that little bit of silver, is it worth risking your life?
We are not the ruffians or paupers in the city who have no regard for our dignity.

Liang Qian sighed, "Shi Er Lang is so kindhearted, how could he possibly know the darkness of officialdom?"

"Oh?"

Song Xuan found it a little unbelievable. Could it be that he had a story at such a young age?
Wang Congyi sat in the distance, watching these young students playing and fighting, and he was really envious.

If I could have a good body, I would dare to do all the things I didn’t dare to do before!
Wang Congyi just didn't know how long it would take for Song Xuan Pharmaceutical to show results.

After all, his condition cannot be cured for too long.

As for the other student who ranked second, named Liang Qian, we will send someone to investigate his background.

What is your intention in coming here to persuade Song Twelve to review the paper?

"Thank you, Brother Liang, for your kindness. I've already accepted my failure. I simply wasn't as skilled as others. Why do I keep finding excuses for myself?"

Song Xuan had a smile on his face:

"I'll just treat this as a test for myself. From now on, I need to find my weaknesses and try to make up for them."

In fact, Song Xuan himself felt that what he had just said was a bit high-sounding, but the students of the Song Dynasty just bought into it.

Refinement is the most important thing!
(End of this chapter)