Daqin: My weak and virtuous minister

Chapter 116 The Right Prime Minister is Seriously Ill

"My Lord, the Wei envoys have been in Xianyang these past few days inquiring about your affairs, but they haven't done anything else."

Ever since Wei Xie of Wei State entered Xianyang, Zhang Yuanqing ordered Er to keep a close eye on him.

"But I heard one thing."

"The envoy from Wei State wishes to meet with the Marquis."

After hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing thought carefully about the reason why Wei Xie wanted to see him.

I think he has learned a lot about me in the past few days and wants me to speak to the king and agree to Wei's request for peace.

This won’t work.

Now it is inevitable that Your Majesty will destroy Wei, how can I hold him back?

"cough cough cough"

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing coughed a few times, and the redness on his face faded a little.

"Go, call Dr. Chang."

Ah Er saw Zhang Yuanqing coughing again and was nervously wanting to call a doctor, but he didn't expect to hear the Marquis take the initiative to ask for a doctor.

Ah Er was stunned for a moment, but he quickly ran out and hurried to the clinic.

Soon, Chang Qiong followed A Er and hurried to Zhang Yuanqing's house.

"What's wrong, my Lord?"

When Chang Xin arrived, he saw Zhang Yuanqing sitting in the room reading a book. He was surprised to put down the medicine box and walked forward.

That's not right. Ah Er was so anxious to ask me for help, but why did the Marquis still have the energy to read?

Zhang Yuanqing put down the book in his hand, asked Chang Xuan to sit down, stretched out his hand, and Chang Xuan began to take his pulse.

His pulse beat fast and Chang began to frown.

He withdrew his hand and was about to say something when Zhang Yuanqing spoke.

"This time, I invited Doctor Chang Xian here because I have a medical book to give to the doctor."

Zhang Yuanqing stood up, walked to the large bookshelf in the room, took out a book, turned around and handed it to Chang Qiong.

"Treatise on"

Chang Qiong took the medical book, looked at the title, then opened the pages and read it carefully.

The more Chang Xian read, the more excited he became. His eyes lit up and his hands, which were holding the book, were shaking.

Sure enough, for the earliest doctors, no matter how good their medical skills were, medical ethics was a compulsory course.

At least the doctors I have seen now all take it as their responsibility to save the people of the world.

His medical ethics are noble and admirable.

"Doctor Chang Xian, I've been feeling a little unwell these past few days. Could you please prescribe some nourishing prescriptions?"

Being interrupted suddenly, Chang Xi raised his head with angry eyes, and only when he saw the person sitting there looking at him did he react.

Don't be angry, don't be angry.

"If the Marquis needs a prescription for recuperation in the future, just find a doctor. There's no need to ask me for these trivial matters."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing understood.

This is because Doctor Chang Xian saw that he was fine.

Fortunately, I took out the medical book in time, otherwise Doctor Chang Xing would definitely be angry.

"However, if you need medical books next time, please just ask me. I'm quick and will not keep you waiting for long."

After saying that, Changqian put the medical book away, stood up, wrote down a prescription suitable for Zhang Yuanqing, handed it to Er, and left quickly with the medical book in his pocket.

People outside Zhang Yuanqing's mansion saw a servant hurriedly go to call a doctor, and then the doctor hurriedly left. For a time, the news that the right prime minister was seriously ill spread like wildfire in Xianyang City.

Soon, Ying Zheng and Fusu also got the news, and they hurried to Zhang Yuanqing's house in a carriage.

"Is Mr. Zhang seriously injured?"

Ada brought people out to welcome the king and the prince.

Hearing this, he knew that the king was worried about the Marquis's health, "Your Majesty, the Marquis is fine, he just asked the doctor to prescribe some nourishing prescriptions."

"Then why did the teacher call for a doctor in such a hurry?"

Fusu was a little anxious. The weather was cold now. What would happen if the teacher was unwell?

"Where is the teacher now?"

"The Marquis is reading in the study."

"Since Zhang Qing is feeling unwell, he should get more rest."

Ying Zheng and Fusu soon arrived at Zhang Yuanqing's study.

The charcoal fire inside was burning fiercely, and as soon as Ying Zheng came in, he felt a burst of heat.

"Meet the king."

"I am in good health, thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

"Teacher, you hurriedly called a doctor today, and now the whole of Xianyang City is saying that you are seriously ill."

"Fusu and my father thought the teacher was really sick."

Zhang Yuanqing...

"A'er came today to report that an envoy from the State of Wei wanted to see me. I naturally know Wei Xie's intentions, but it is not convenient for me to see him at this time."

"So, I asked Ah Er to call a doctor and told him that he was not feeling well. This way, I could delay Wei Xie for a few days."

"That's right. If the teacher meets Wei Xie, he will ask the teacher to help persuade the royal father. If the teacher doesn't agree, it will be bad."

Fusu understood the meaning in an instant, and knowing that the teacher was really fine, he felt relieved: "But teacher, please don't be so scary next time."

"Yes, next time I will definitely inform the king and the prince first."

"Mr. Zhang, just take a good rest these days. Don't bother with the Wei envoys."

"promise."

Ying Zheng and Fusu chatted with Zhang Yuanqing for a few words and then left.

After returning to Zhangtai Palace, the father and son began to handle government affairs.

On Wei Xie's side, just as he was preparing gifts to visit Zhang Yuanqing, he heard his subordinates report.

"Doctor, the Prime Minister of Qin is ill. I sent for a physician after the court session today. The King of Qin and the Prince of Qin have already gone to the Prime Minister's residence."

Wei Xie: ...

"How is Prime Minister Qin's condition?"

"I heard he can't stand the wind and is now bedridden."

Wei Xie sighed deeply, "How could the King of Qin trust such a weak and sickly Prime Minister?"

Wei Xie walked around the room anxiously for a few times, then sat down and drank a cup of tea.

"Well, take the gift and follow me to the residence of Lord Yao Jia."

At this time, Yao Jia had also learned that Zhang Yuanqing was seriously ill, and the king and Prince Fusu had gone to visit him.

"Hahaha"

"It is indeed the Right Prime Minister."

"I'm sure the Wei envoy must be running around in a panic right now."

Yao Jia was in a good mood and made himself a cup of tea, listening to the music played by Le Ji, feeling very happy.

"Who do you want to see?"

The leisurely time was soon broken.

Yao Jia waved his hand and asked Le Ji to go down.

"Wei Xie, the envoy of the State of Wei, is seeking an audience outside."

Yao Jia was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "Quickly, follow me to invite Doctor Wei Xie in."

Soon, Yao Jia arrived at the gate of the mansion. Seeing Wei Xie, he quickly bowed and said, "Doctor Wei Xie, why are you here today? It's such an honor."

"You are so polite, Lord Yao Jia."

"Doctor Wei Xie, please come into the mansion."

The two chatted for a while along the way and soon arrived at the living room.

There was a charcoal fire in the room, and Wei Xie dispelled the coldness from his body as soon as he came in.

"I have come here specifically to visit Lord Yao Jia, and I would also like to ask Lord Yao Jia to help the State of Wei."

Yao Jia's smile remained undimmed. "What do you mean, Doctor Wei Xie?"

"Wei State is vast and rich in resources, so why do we need my help?"

Seeing Yao Jia like this, Wei Xie did not point it out, but just assumed that Yao Jia did not understand. "Shangqing Yao Jia, you are joking. How can Wei compare to the vast territory of Qin? The King of Qin is wise and the people live in peace. My king often sighs at the King of Qin's generosity."

"Your Majesty, you are so polite." Yao Jia bowed towards Daliang. "Our king is truly a rare and wise ruler."