The hospital occupies a large area and is magnificent, consisting of four courtyards: the front yard, the middle yard, the side yard and the back yard, among which there are as many as 100 doctors and miscellaneous servants.

The highest position in this Tai Hospital is the five-grade imperial doctor, among which there are only a dozen people who can reach this status, and only a dozen of them are qualified to treat the emperor and concubines in the palace, although the official rank is not high, but because he controls the life and death of everyone, and can get close to the emperor, so the status is relatively special.

When Fang Ling came to the Tai Hospital, it was already the end of the day, and the heavy night shrouded the Tai Hospital, and the dim candlelight flickered on and off.

The guards of the Tai Hospital had changed shifts early, the room in the front yard was lit with candles, and through the window, several envoys could be seen sorting and sorting medicinal herbs.

As soon as Fang Ling walked into the front yard, he saw a group of people walking out of the middle courtyard, led by Dean Wang Juming.

Wang Juming, who is over sixty years old, is a little thin, but he is well maintained, and his hair looks very good, even his hair is black.

He is already an old imperial doctor of the Three Dynasties, and he has served as the director of the Tai Hospital since the reign of the previous Chu Emperor, and he is the most relied on imperial doctor of the Chu Emperor at this time, and his status is not trivial.

"I've seen His Royal Highness the Great Prince. Seeing that it was Fang Ling who came in, the imperial doctors behind him said slowly.

"Your Highness, come to the hospital so late, is it because Niangniang is sick again?" Wang Juming said slowly.

Compared with Judd's previous politeness, this dean was even more arrogant and rude.

"My mother's illness has not improved, so I came over to get another pair of medicines. Fang Ling said calmly, he had long been accustomed to the behavior of these arrogant minions, and Fang Ling couldn't afford to be angry with them.

"I heard that His Royal Highness had already taken medicine at noon, and you must know that Niangniang is weak and takes a lot of medicine, which is not necessarily a good thing. Wang Juming snorted lightly and said, "I lost some medicinal materials in the pharmacy today, I don't know if Your Highness has heard of it." ”

"Is there such a thing? Then the imperial physician must check it carefully, don't be a guard and steal it. "How could Fang Ling admit that he took it himself, pretending to be confused, anyway, even if he guessed that he took it himself, he had no evidence.

"The investigation must be investigated, the pharmacy has already sent additional personnel, I hope this detrimental thing will not be done by His Highness. ”

"Steward, accompany His Highness to get medicine. Wang Juming said in a strange way.

The steward naturally knew what Wang Juming meant, in fact, it was to follow the disease prevention and prevent him from taking more precious medicinal materials, and the steward bowed slightly and said, "Your Highness, please come with me." ”

Fang Ling passed by Wang Juming with some pride, and suddenly felt happy when he saw his helpless moves, so that you usually rely on the old and sell the old, and never put yourself in your eyes, this time the dumb eats coptis.

Wait until you have the ability to make this hospital a chicken, and see what the expression of the director of the hospital is.

"Your Highness, that side is the backyard, and you need to go this way out of the hospital. Seeing that Fang Ling had finished grabbing the medicine, the steward turned his head and walked to the warehouse, startled.

"I know, just go to the storeroom. Fang Ling said with a smile.

"It's... It's not right. The steward's eyes were full of embarrassment.

"What's the matter, if the eldest prince wants to go to the treasury, he still needs your imperial doctor's consent?" Fang Ling asked lightly?

"No, no, the villain doesn't dare. Doctor Guan hurriedly waved his hand and followed behind honestly, although the prince in front of him was powerless and powerless, but the identity of the prince was here, as long as he took it blatantly, he couldn't stop him from passing.

The warehouse was built in the backyard of the Tai Hospital, which was larger than the previous courtyards, and was filled with all kinds of medicinal herbs. These medicinal herbs are stacked here and are not easy to preserve, and they will soon be moldy and insect-growing in batches, so they will be cleaned up once in a while and the damaged herbs will be disposed of.

"Is that the bad medicinal herb that was cleaned up today?" Fang Ling walked into the backyard and saw bags piled up in the yard.

"Yes. The steward nodded.

"Do you have any comments on my bag back?" Fang Ling asked as he looked at the steward.

"This, no problem, is meant to be dealt with. The steward replied that he was going to throw it away, and if he liked it, he would let him take it.

The excited Fang Ling returned to the Binghua Palace and opened the small package, there were more than a dozen spoiled ginseng plants lying inside, in fact, it was not completely broken, but the regulations in the palace said that as long as there was a trace of harm, it should be thrown away, and the medicinal materials in the warehouse should be kept fresh, and these medicinal materials were prepared for the emperor and the concubines to eat.

Fang Ling picked out two relatively complete ginsengs, held them tightly with his right hand, and suddenly the familiar heat flow appeared again, but this time it was different from the morning, this time it was a little longer, and the temperature was hotter, as if it was really repairing the broken ginseng.

Gradually, Fang Ling felt that his physical strength was being consumed, and when the temperature of his palm cooled, his right hand was slightly out of strength, but he couldn't do so much for the time being, he hurriedly checked the ginseng to prove his conjecture.

Sure enough, the two spoiled ginseng strains fused together at this moment, but the size did not change, the insect mouth on the surface was gone, and the color returned to normal color, just like fresh ginseng had been dried.

Dried ginseng is for better preservation, better blocking the medicinal effect, fresh ginseng storage will waste a lot of manpower and material resources, and it is also prone to mold and insects and other problems, but after drying, although the medicinal effect is not as good as fresh ginseng, it is convenient to store.

Fang Ling didn't exhale lightly until he confirmed that the conjecture was feasible, this immortal technique was indeed magical, and even the broken ginseng could be repaired. Then it is necessary to test whether the ginseng still has medicinal effects, no matter how good the surface repair is, if there is no medicinal effect, he can't sell it to pit people.

Fang Ling cut the ginseng into a section and put it in the water to observe, only to see that the color in the water gradually began to change, and some of the viscosity should be dissolved by the medicinal effect. Fang Ling put the clay pot on the fire to boil, and then drank the ginseng soup.

Suddenly, Fang Ling felt a warm current running through his body, passing through his veins and merging into all corners of his body. As if his whole body was in the steaming drawer, Fang Ling was sweating all over, and this hot current was still swimming in his body, which showed that the medicinal effect of this ginseng was still very sufficient.

Fang Ling sat on the ground with great joy, fusing the remaining ginseng and medicinal herbs together, this fusion process was very time-consuming and his physical strength, and Fang Ling, who would be tired every time he synthesized, gasped for breath, as if his body had been drained, and he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

Fang Ling was very patient in synthesizing, resting when he was tired and couldn't move, and when he had a trace of strength, he immediately sat up to synthesize, and he was tired again, he collapsed on the ground, still trying to synthesize, but failed, and the familiar heat flow in his hand did not appear.

When the moon was on the branches, Fang Ling finished fusing all the medicinal materials in the bag, and looked at the intact medicinal materials in front of him and was worried again, this transaction could not be done in the palace, if you want to make money, you must leave the palace.