Bao Yuan turned to leave, Bai Ling suddenly remembered something, stepped forward to chase out the door, and came back after a while.

When there were only two people left in the room, Ai Songqing and Bai Ling asked what Bai Ling was doing.

"When I was listening to the play tonight, I heard the person next to me say that Jingzhao Yin Yamen seems to be downsizing its personnel recently," Bai Ling said softly, "Bao-Sister Li's husband happens to be working in the Yamen, so I'll go and give her a heads-up." ”

"Streamlining personnel...... Ai Songqing lowered his head and muttered, "I also did it in Chuzhou a few years ago, but it was a job that offended people. ”

"Has your family been through it too?"

Ai Songqing shook his head again and again, "It's not that my family was streamlined, it's that my uncle was doing this job at the time, and he wanted to be real at first, but then he couldn't push it down for some reason, and I don't know what the result was...... It's just that I heard my father mention it on weekdays. ”

"Let's see." Bai Ling looked at the night and sighed softly, "I'm tired today, let's all wash up early and go to bed early." ”

Ai Songqing laughed, "Hmm! ”

……

Early the next morning, in the Xichai room of the Tai Hospital, Han Chong woke up early.

It's a scorching June summer, and the sun is still mild in the middle of the day.

He was still in pain, but the doctor still asked him to pick a time every day to get up and sit and walk, even if it was from the west side of the house to the east side.

Han Chong has been pinching his fingers and counting the days, and now that he has been lying here for more than half a month, he feels that it is almost time to return to Qinyuan.

But the young doctors here apparently don't think so.

Early in the morning, the apprentices from the Tai Hospital brought porridge and eggs that were thicker than the rice soup of the previous days—for some reason, there was no chicken soup or bone broth that was common during previous visits, and in most cases the meals provided were rather light fish, eggs, goat's milk, and some green vegetables.

Han Chong was extremely resistant to goat's milk at the beginning - it wasn't what kind of milk the baby drank, it was better to make up for it with chicken soup......

However, he didn't expect that these young doctors would take advantage of Heng Yuanjun's visit to take him to a side room to do ideological work-Han Chong could beat these apprentices, but he really couldn't beat his own master.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, Han Chong looked up and saw Heng Yuanjun wearing a mask again at the door.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand and got up to greet him, Heng Yuanjun raised his hand to let him sit, and walked in quickly.

He glanced at the food on Han Chong's small dining table, "Why is there no goat's milk this morning." ”

"It's still 'disinfecting'." Han Chong replied, as soon as he mentioned this topic, his brows furrowed, "Cook and don't boil, so that you can 'eliminate' what 'poison'-"

Before Han Chong's words fell, a familiar voice came from outside, "If you boil, the good things in this milk will be 'boiled to death'!" ”

Heng Yuanjun and Han Chong looked up at the same time, and saw that the apprentice who had been in charge of their bed for half a month came in with a white porcelain bowl.

Han Chong studied.

"Drink today's goat's milk." The apprentice smiled and said, "Not every patient can get this treatment, since you can drink it, you should drink more." ”

Han Chong snorted coldly, didn't say anything more, just picked up the bowl and drank it in a big gulp.

Heng Yuanjun had been sitting on the side and watching, and at this time he also asked curiously, "What kind of treatment can I drink?" ”

"This one doesn't look at anything else, it looks at the patient himself. Almost half of the people can't drink it, and they have flatulence and diarrhea after drinking milk, and when Dr. Bai was there, he said that this is called 'lactose intolerance', although it will not be harmful, but the patient himself is uncomfortable, forget it. The young apprentice explained with a smile.

As he spoke, Han Chong had already put the bowl down—the bottom of the bowl was clean.

"That's good," said the apprentice, picking up the eggshells on the table, "and listen to the doctor, who wishes best for you." ”

Han Chong sneered, "...... What makes sense to let you eat eggs and not drink chicken soup? ”

When the apprentice heard this, his face became serious, the movements in his hands stopped, and he turned to look at Han Chong and said, "Then I can have a good fight with you, many patients who are injured like to stew chicken soup and bone broth, a big bowl of oil, but you just stew a chicken, and in the end the nutrients that can be melted into the soup are less than five percent, so if you drink the oil, your stomach will not be able to stand it first;

"As for bone broth, the calcium content of bone broth is less than 10% of the bowl of goat's milk in your hand......" At this point, he himself stopped first, "Do you know what calcium is?" ”

Han Chong didn't speak, just stared coldly at the apprentice in front of him.

When the apprentice saw Han Chong deflated, he was immediately happy, "I don't know, right?" You don't need to know, anyway, you know that this thing is good for bones, and any cordyceps reishi doesn't work. ”

Heng Yuanjun didn't say anything the whole time, just listened with a smile on the side.

Han Chong didn't have a good seizure, so he just lay down on the bed again with a grim face, and then took the quilt and covered it directly on his face.

After the apprentice left with the plate and empty bowl, Han Chong sat up again.

"Ming Gong, I want to go back to Qinyuan." He whispered, "...... I've had a headache after staying in this place for a long time. ”

"In two days, the doctor said that you are still having a recurrent fever for the past few days, and it is safer to wait until the fever has completely subsided before leaving......" Heng Yuanjun smiled deeply, and after a while, he looked at Han Chong again, "But even if you go back to Qinyuan, you still have to follow the doctor's instructions, and you can't mess around with your own temperament." ”

"......" Han Chong was silent.

"Did you unlock the gossip lock you brought the day before yesterday?" Heng Yuanjun asked.

Han Chong took out a small cloth bag from under the pillow, "It's unpacked...... But I didn't try to figure out how to spell it back. ”

"It's really harder to rebuild than to tear down."

Heng Yuanjun took the small cloth bag in Han Chong's hand, spread it flat on his legs, and then started to combine the parts inside one by one.

Han Chong looked at Heng Yuanjun's hand - under Ming Gong's hand, the mortise and tenon of the nine gossip locks were bitten separately, and they quickly returned to their original cross appearance.

Heng Yuanjun gently threw the gossip to Han Chong, and Han Chong reached out to catch it.

"Use this to pass the time when you're bored." Heng Yuanjun smiled, "It's still fun, isn't it." ”

Han Chong did not answer.

Although he didn't think there was anything interesting in it at all, since Ming Gong explained it like this, he just treated it as a task in a sickbed.

"I'm also looking forward to your return to Qinyuan," Heng Yuanjun said softly, "There is something I can tell you now, half a month ago, Chen Xin, the king of Shangluo County, came to Beijing again. ”

Han Chong's expression changed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Heng Yuanjun, "Are you here for Monk Huishi?" ”

"It's not clear. However, he went to Donglin Temple a few days ago to worship Hui Shi. Heng Yuanjun replied in a low voice, he let out a rare sigh and looked at Han Chong, "You're not here, I can do a lot of things alone...... It's really not very convenient. ”

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