Mo Jingchen was very resentful:

"Can this be compared to marching and fighting a war?"

Xiao Ye yawned deliberately, took off his nightgown quickly, and got into bed, trying to end the topic.

"Go to sleep. You still have to give a free clinic tomorrow, right?"

Mo Jingchen was no longer sleepy and stood there motionless.

Just now, because of worrying about Xiao Ye, he was so sleepy that he was scared to death. Now he is just in a bad mood when he wakes up.

"Xiao Ye, can you please not act on your own in the future and discuss this with me first?"

Xiao Ye was named again, and he realized the seriousness of the situation. Mo Jingchen was really angry!

On the surface, he still pretended to be relaxed, with a playful smile and said,

"Okay, whatever I do in the future, I will tell you in advance.

Mo Jingchen, I'm so sleepy. I want to go to bed now. Do you agree? "

Mo Jingchen was speechless.

【Bad study! 】

[It seems that he is still going behind my back]

[Ah, I’m so angry. I don’t know who gave him this bad idea]

[Fang Zhengyi is not in front of you. Is it Xiao Liuzi’s monkey head? 】

[You little kid, don’t worry, your legs are quick, but your mouth is also quick]

[I have to give him a few words of advice. Dealing with civil servants is different from fighting a war. If you don't listen to advice, let him die in various accidents ... ]

What? You can't kill Xiao Liuzi!

He is my right-hand man in the future!

Xiao Ye didn't want to hear Mo Jingchen's random thoughts, so he raised his hand and grabbed his shoulders, pushed him down, and covered him with a thin quilt.

"Go to sleep, it's getting dark~"

The summer night was already sultry, and Xiao Ye's arm was like a red-hot iron chain, hot and heavy, making Mo Jingchen uncomfortable.

What's even worse is that his hot breath sprayed over and hit his face, making his cheeks heat up, making him even more uncomfortable.

Even so, Mo Jingchen did not let go of Xiao Ye and let him hug him.

I am still thinking endlessly in my mind:

[I’m not angry, I’m not angry, if I die of anger there will be no one to replace me]

[I don’t know if I can live ten more years, or how long I can stay with him, and cherish him]

[I can’t give him advice all my life. It’s time to let him make his own decisions about some things]

Xiao Ye felt sad when he heard that Mo Jingchen was so unsure of his lifespan.

All he could do was to make him fatter as much as possible. Then he suddenly said,

"Jingchen, tomorrow, shall I take you to a restaurant to try local dishes?"

Mo Jingchen refused flatly.

"No matter how good the chef in the restaurant is, he can't keep up with what the Governor's Mansion specially prepared for King Zhenbei. There's no need. Just go to sleep~"

[Xiao Si, although I really want to go out with you, but there are so many people queuing up for consultation every day, so there is no time to delay]

[I don’t know what’s going on in Beijing ... ]

[Alas, I don’t know whether the dragon fetus my aunt is pregnant with is a boy or a girl]

【I hope it’s a little princess】

[I didn’t expect the emperor to attach so much importance to this pregnancy, nor did I expect my little aunt to be so ambitious]

[If a prince is born and my aunt becomes the royal concubine, she may not be willing to support Xiaosi with all her strength in the future]

[As a mother, you should always think long-term for your children]

[Alas, if a prince is born, my aunt and I will turn against each other sooner or later. I'm worried ... ]

Xiao Ye was extremely moved:

He chose to support me without hesitation, rather than a prince with their Mohist bloodline, and would rather turn against his little aunt ...

Mo Jingchen, do you want to be so nice to me ...

Mo Jingchen, who had no idea that his voice had been eavesdropped, continued to think in his heart:

[I hope my aunt is pregnant with a daughter. What a wonderful little princess, caring little cotton-padded jacket ... ]

[I can’t think that far now. There will be a free clinic tomorrow. I have to fall asleep as soon as possible]

In order to calm down the sadness in his heart, Mo Jingchen silently recited the Qingxin Jue:

[A pure heart is like water, pure water is the heart, no breeze blows, no waves ... ]

Xiao Ye smelled the quiet herbal fragrance on Mo Jingchen's body and listened to the Qingxin Jue, and soon fell asleep.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Xiao Ye took Xiao Liuzi out again to gain insight into the people's sentiments.

Mo Jingchen and Dr. Sun are still at the free clinic.

Many people, hearing that the imperial doctor from the capital had come to the Governor's Palace, came here from other places and queued up all night to see a doctor.

A woman in simple clothes, holding a limp little dumpling who was neither crying nor fussing, sought medical advice.

Mo Jingchen glanced at the woman. She was short and thin, with a very tired expression and a circle of bruises under her eyes.

A pair of cloth shoes, covered in dust, with holes in the big toes.

Mo Jingchen guessed that she had walked a long way here and stayed up all night outside waiting in line.

According to the woman, Xiaotuanzi’s father and grandfather both suffered from this disease. The joints of their limbs were deformed, and their whole body was limp and unable to walk.

However, they all developed the disease in their twenties and thirties.

However, Xiaotuanzi got sick when he was only three years old. The difference from other boys in his family is that his joints have not yet deformed.

Neither Mo Jingchen nor Imperial Physician Sun had ever heard of such a rare disease in the world.

The two discussed it, but to no avail, and didn't know where to start.

Mo Jingchen felt that Xiaotuanzi's symptoms might be different from those of his elders in the family.

He asked Tuanzi Niang to bring the male members of his family over tomorrow. He would have a face-to-face diagnosis and comparison before making a conclusion.

Tuanzi Niang looked embarrassed and pitiful, with tears in her eyes:

"Master Imperial Physician, my wife's family lives in Wuyin Village far outside the city, and I am the only healthy person left in the family.

I'm afraid I won't be able to carry the two paralyzed men here.

Thank you, Mr. Imperial Physician, we can no longer cure this disease. "

Mo Jingchen couldn't believe it.

"Can't be cured? I didn't say your son's disease was terminal. I just wanted to see it clearly before prescribing a prescription."

Tuanzi Niang wept,

"To be honest, there are many paralyzed people in our Kirigakure Village, and there are several such patients in every household.

I heard from the elders that more than a hundred years ago, someone in our ancestors offended the gods, and the villagers fell ill as a punishment from heaven.

In the past 100 years or so, all the doctors who have seen it say there is no cure.

Today, I just came to try my luck.

My son is only three years old ... "

Is there someone paralyzed in every household? Is there such a disease in the whole village?

This group of strange diseases aroused Mo Jingchen's curiosity as a doctor.

As a person who never believed in ghosts and gods, he naturally did not think that his paralysis was caused by angering the gods and being punished by heaven.

"Where do you live? I'll go with you."

When the steward of the Governor's Office heard that Lord Mo insisted on going to the unheard-of Kirigakure Village outside the city to see a patient, he specially sent a ten-man guard team to escort him by car.

The Hidden Mist Village where Tuanzi and her son live is really difficult to travel to.

At first, horse-drawn carriages were still passable, but later, the road was not wide enough, so people had to abandon the carriages and ride on horses.

Later, it became dangerous to ride a horse, so I had to lead the horse.

Mo Jingchen was extremely tired.