Chapter 20

Hu Lu finally didn't return, which made Zhao Chen extremely disappointed. A piece of glass that was worthless to Zhao Chen was as valuable as gold in the Tang Dynasty.

He couldn't deny that at first, giving the glass to Hu Lu was a test, but Hu Lu disappointed him so much, unable to resist such temptation!

After sighing for a while, he stripped Qin Haidao naked and threw him into the bathtub. A child around five or six years old, with a face as delicate as jade, sat there, scratching his ears and rubbing his cheeks, which was somewhat unbearable to watch.

The water temperature was just right. Qin Haidao sat in the bathtub, his face and ears red, desperately covering his little penis, so embarrassed that he wished he could hide in the bathtub.

This child had been strictly disciplined by Lady Qin since he was young. At such a young age, he was well-mannered and polite, but he always acted like a little adult, despite being at the age when children should be innocent and mischievous.

Looking at the rascals outside, Zhao Chen sighed. This is what family education does!

Look at them, those rascals, each one like a wild donkey without a bridle, entering the College of Natural Philosophy as if it were their own backyard. Tents were set up everywhere, causing Zhao Chen a headache. Not only that, some even brought alcohol, and even more outrageously, gambling tools.

This was a scene of wild revelry! Zhao Chen was so angry that his whole body trembled. These scoundrels, his golden medal only had three uses, and it was about to be wasted on them.

In a fit of rage, he grabbed a wooden stick, walked into Changsun Chong's tent with a grim face, and without a word, started smashing the wine jars and gambling tables on the table.

The rascals, knowing they were in the wrong, smiled awkwardly and let Zhao Chen go wild. In a moment, the tent that had been harmonious was in chaos, the strong smell of alcohol filling the air, the ground covered with spilled wine, broken jars, and scattered gambling tools.

One of the rascals, a fool, stood up, cursing and rolling up his sleeves, ready to beat Zhao Chen.

But he found that everyone was looking at him with a stupid expression, and Cheng Chumu, who had just been his brother, was now standing next to Zhao Chen, ready to join in.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late!

Zhao Chen pointed to the door with the wooden stick, "Get out! Get out now! Get out quickly!"

He really thought he was a rascal, stupid like a pig, just a pitiful creature living under the wings of his parents. Without his parents, he wouldn't even be worthy to tie the shoes of the rascals.

Being a rascal also requires intelligence; otherwise, he would eventually be excluded by others!

No one was willing to speak up for him at this moment. Those who had just been his brothers now watched coldly. The fool tasted the bitterness of human nature for the first time, and it was very painful, but it was too late.

Cheng Chumu and He San threw out all the things he had brought, showing no mercy. "Dare to hit my brother, you're really asking for it."

The fool slunk away, looking back at the gate of the College of Natural Philosophy before leaving, finally realizing that he would never be part of this circle again.

The fragrant soap was rubbed on Qin Haidao's body. Qin Haidao, who had been too embarrassed to lift his head, seeing the fragrant foam on his body, his childlike nature took over, and he started to rub the soap bubbles, his eyes almost popping out.

After bathing Qin Haidao, he sent him to bed, then poured out the bathwater. He heated up more water, took a comfortable bath, and then climbed into bed to sleep.

That night, Zhao Chen slept soundly, dreaming many beautiful dreams. When he woke up, it was already late morning!

Early in the morning, a woman in simple clothes and a hairpin came to the gate of the College of Natural Philosophy, bowing repeatedly, crying and begging for a divine doctor to save her husband's life.

Where would a divine doctor come from in the College of Natural Philosophy? The rascals shook their heads and laughed, clearly a madwoman! To find a divine doctor, one should go to the Imperial Medical Bureau!

"Is your husband Liu Cheng?" Zhao Chen came out, and the rascals automatically made way for him. The aftereffects of last night were still there, and they didn't dare to provoke him early in the morning. Zhao Chen came straight to the woman kneeling on the ground, helped her up, and sighed, asking.

The woman nodded hurriedly, and after asking, she learned that this young man was the divine doctor she was looking for. She immediately knelt down and started to cry, tears streaming down her face.

Zhao Chen quickly supported the woman. He had heard about Liu Cheng from the old eunuch, but he hadn't received any orders from Li Er, so he thought Liu Cheng might have been cured by a royal doctor sent by Li Er.

But now he learned that Liu Cheng was still half-dead at home, on the verge of death.

If he didn't want to say that Li Er was heartless, as an emperor, he was busy with state affairs and had no time to care about the life and death of a small fry like Liu Cheng, even if Liu Cheng was his most loyal subordinate!

The rascals were so shocked that their eyes almost popped out. They looked at each other, amazed that this troublemaker was actually a divine doctor. Was this a joke?

Zhao Chen ignored the expressions on the rascals' faces, frowned, and told Liu Cheng's wife to wait a moment. He returned to the tent, took out his phone, and started preparing the tools for Liu Cheng's surgery.

Liu Cheng's injuries were much more severe than the old eunuch's, and with so many days of delay, the wound must have become infected. Zhao Chen sighed heavily; this was already beyond his capabilities!

After preparing all the tools, he put on his backpack and followed Liu Cheng's wife to Liu Cheng's home in Yongping Fang.

Liu Cheng's injuries were even worse than Zhao Chen had expected. As he had guessed, the wound was infected and showed signs of rot.

The room was filled with a nauseating smell of decay. Liu Cheng lay on the bed, barely alive, with a shocking wound on his chest, covered with some black herbal medicine, looking disgusting.

Liu Cheng's face was as pale as if it had been covered in flour, his eye sockets sunken. If it weren't for a faint pulse, Zhao Chen would have thought he was looking at a corpse.

He was very curious; in such a state, anyone else would have died many times over, but Liu Cheng was still hanging on by a thread. But then he saw a child about eight or nine years old, and everything became clear.

The child was lying on the ground, one leg missing, the pant leg empty!

The severity of the injuries was beyond Zhao Chen's capabilities. This was not just a simple wound to be stitched.

First, the infected part of the wound needed to be cut out, and the wound needed to be cleaned with antiseptic to remove all impurities. Liu Cheng had lost too much blood and needed an immediate blood transfusion. There were so many issues, and he couldn't handle them alone.

"A poor Taoist has some medical knowledge. If there is anything the young master needs, just command it. I can also learn from the young master's superior medical skills!"

Just as he was worrying, an old voice came from outside the door, and an old Taoist, about seventy years old, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, walked in slowly.

He called himself a poor Taoist and claimed to have some medical knowledge. Looking at the old Taoist's compassionate face, Zhao Chen immediately thought of one person—Sun Simiao.

"May I ask if the Taoist is surnamed Sun?" Zhao Chen immediately became serious. Sun Simiao was a very pure person, with nothing in his eyes but saving lives. He spent most of the year in the mountains searching for herbs and the rest of the time treating people.

"Indeed, it is this poor Taoist!" Sun Simiao was indeed a very pure person. After hearing this, he nodded slightly and impatiently urged Zhao Chen, not even bothering to say a word of nonsense.

Let's start then! With Sun Simiao by his side, Zhao Chen's restless heart suddenly calmed down, something he had never experienced since coming to the Tang Dynasty.

Just like when he taught Old Qin to play chess in the mountains, Zhao Chen laid out the tools one by one, explaining them to the old Taoist as he went. After setting up the tools, Zhao Chen went outside and addressed the group of rascals in Liu Cheng's dilapidated yard.

Liu Cheng had lost too much blood and needed an immediate blood transfusion. But blood was not something you could buy at a supermarket, and in this era, you couldn't just set up a blood donation station on the street. With no other choice, he had to rely on these rascals.

After much effort, he finally explained the concept of blood donation, which the rascals saw as a horrific act, but no one was willing to step forward.

Zhao Chen felt a bit disappointed, but he couldn't blame the rascals for being cold. It was the result of the entire social environment. Apart from the act of blood donation itself, the idea of giving their blood to someone like Liu Cheng, a lower-class person, was already a huge psychological barrier for the rascals.

Class distinctions were clear. The blood in their veins was that of the nobility, and some even had royal blood. If they donated their blood to someone like Liu Cheng, a lowly person, their elders would likely kill them.

He didn't force it; Zhao Chen never intended to force anyone!

"Master, just take my blood!" Liu Cheng's wife was very insistent, but she was not suitable for blood donation. Looking at her pale face, he estimated that she would faint after giving less than 100cc of blood.

I'm here to save lives, not to kill! There was no need to risk her life to save Liu Cheng, which would be a crime against both humans and gods!

Sun Simiao was eager to help, but he immediately shut his mouth when he saw Zhao Chen's unfriendly expression. Really, at his age, what was he thinking? Did he really think he was a god?

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