I Own a Garden with One Hundred Herbs

Chapter 36: Look, Inquiry, and Feel the Pulse of the Edge King

What would come would come.

Bai Caoshi gave Zhe Yu a look and stood up. “Rest in peace. I’ll visit you again when I’m free.”

Zhe Yu’s gaze drifted to the window. He lifted his chin slightly. “There’s no need to come over. Since you’re safe and sound, I’ll leave at night.” As he spoke, he covered his mouth and coughed lightly. The corners of his eyes were slightly red.

Bai Caoshi only felt that the male protagonist was really arrogant. He was clearly worried, but he said it coldly. What happens when she met a sickly person? She would coax him. “If senior green-headed old man says that you can leave, you can leave. Senior, what do you think?”

“Does it matter to me?” The green-headed old man turned around, leaving them with a cool back view. He muttered in a low voice, “Our relationship is built on a meal of Dongpo meat and a plate of poria cake. You make it sound like we’re very close.”

Bai Caoshi: “…”

She raised her eyebrows and left the green-headed old man’s courtyard without another word.

After she disappeared from his sight, Zhe Yu got out of bed and stood by the window to look out. The cakes and porridge were delicious. He felt that his stomach had been nourished.

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Two black-clothed guards came to receive Bai Caoshi.

“Miss Bai, my master invites you.” The voice was very cold.

Bai Caoshi nodded, please lead the way.

Dongli villa occupied an extremely large area. This was something that Bai Caoshi had felt when he first arrived yesterday. There was a saying that said, “The sun and moon in a pot. Here is an altogether different world.” The Edge King, Ying Zhefeng, was arranged to be in a very quiet small courtyard in Sanskrit. Sanskrit came from the Sanskrit language, meaning peace in the heart. From this, it could be seen that the owner of the villa had lofty interests.

At the entrance of the small courtyard, there was a row of green bamboo. The breeze blew and the bamboo shadows swayed. It was similar to the words written by Su Dongpo. “I’d rather eat without meat than live without bamboo.”

On the herringbone-shaped sloped roof, a long corridor stretched out. There were more than ten people standing under the corridor. They were nervous and anxious, their faces filled with worry. Bai Caoshi glanced over and saw the manager of the Golden Elephant Medical Hall, Xue Lin, at the end of the line.

So he was waiting here.

Her guess was right. Ying Zhefeng was indeed here to seek medical treatment.

“Miss, please.”

Bai Caoshi entered the room and was stimulated by the rich calming incense.

The purpose of the incense was to relieve nerves, but too much was as bad as not enough. A white gauze curtain hung down beside the bed, and one could vaguely see a person sitting in it.

Chen Guangliang stood by the bed like a straight javelin. “Miss, my master is not feeling well. Please treat him.”

It was impossible to see clearly through the gauze curtain, and there was no way to see the patient. Bai Caoshi was also unwilling to face the Edge King. As for smelling the patient, she could only smell the scent of the Requiem Fragrance. Bai Caoshi sat on the chair and asked, “May I ask, what symptoms the patient has?”

After a moment of silence, a voice came from inside. “I can’t sleep at night, and eating is tasteless. I’ve seen many doctors and physicians, but it’s useless.”

His tone was a little irritable.

Bai Caoshi lowered her eyes and continued to ask, “Does your body hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt or itch.” His answer was also quite indifferent.

“What about your daily toilet?”

As a doctor, Bai Caoshi asked this question frankly. However, when she heard the hissing sound inside, she realized that this was ancient times. Men and women should be careful. Perhaps the other party thought that she was deviant.

Ying Zhefeng’s pitch was raised. His answer was straightforward and powerful. “It’s smooth.”

As for whether it was big or small, Bai Caoshi had a feeling that as long as she asked, she would be thrown out without hesitation.

“Give me your hand. I can’t tell until I take your pulse.”

Ying Zhefeng stretched out his right hand.

Unlike Zhe Yu’s slender and fair hands, Ying Zhefeng’s skin was bronze, and there were faint calluses on his fingertips.

Ying Zhefeng noticed the injury on her hand.

“When you cut vegetables yesterday?”

Bai Caoshi: “…”

She did not expect the Edge King to ask such a question. Naturally, she would not say that this was the aftereffect of chopping wood to make a cane. She only nodded and continued to diagnose seriously.

In the original novel, Ying Zhefeng lost his sense of taste.

However, as one of the princes, he had the possibility of inheriting the throne.

If he was diagnosed with losing one of his five senses, he would be seen as crippled and lose the qualifications to be the future crown prince.

Therefore, when the imperial physicians diagnosed him, they said that his heart was depressed and blocked, causing him to lose his appetite.

Ying Zhefeng was afraid of medical treatment, so he couldn’t make it public.

Later on, when he wanted to find a cure among the common people, he thought of the Valley of the Medicine Masters in Beichuan, which was under the jurisdiction of Gong County in the southwest of the Flame Nation. In the end, there was only a crippled old man in the valley.