MTL - Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty-Chapter 1 don't give up treatment

  Chapter 1 Don't Give Up on Healing

  Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes, staring blankly at the red ledge and red mantle in front of him, and in the distance there was a piano case and furniture like a red sandalwood stool.

  In front of the curtain stood a guy in blue and a small cap, staring at him intently, and then this guy showed a very unbeatable smile, with a nasty flattery in his smile: "Master is awake..."

Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat. This is...wearing...travelling, because he could clearly hear that the man in the green coat and hat spoke Fengyang official dialect. As an expert in Ming history, Fang Jifan was 100% sure that the furnishings here, and this The inexplicable man, in his own era, even with a large investment in film and television, it was absolutely impossible to create such a scene.

   There was no panic or fright, Fang Jifan felt a little excited in his heart. After so many years of learning, he unexpectedly got a glimpse of the ancients today!

  Ancient man, looking at this guy who smiled so cheaply, Fang Jifan couldn't help thinking, this...is the ancient man?

   "Is this the year of Hongzhi?" Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy and painting on the wall, and the inscription and postscript was signed by a calligrapher in the Zhengtong year of Ming Dynasty.

And leaning on the bed, the system of the Xuanqin case also attracted Fang Jifan's attention. This is the style in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. After the Hongzhi Dynasty, it was not very popular. The Xuanqin case seems to be newly made. Based on this calculation, this should be There is no doubt that it was during the Hongzhi period.

  The man in green clothes and hat nodded, but still looked straight at Fang Jifan.

After being confirmed, Fang Jifan sat up suddenly from the bed, slapped his thigh, and said excitedly: "Is King Ning still alive? There is still the little prince's rebellion in the north, and the hand-woven textile industry in the south has begun to rise..." Fang Jifan His face was full of joy: "The current emperor can be regarded as a sage, he has a lot to do..."

  Fang Jifan was very excited, this is a good time, manly man, learning, studying history, there are always too many regrets, he didn't have much promise in his previous life, unexpectedly he finally came to a place where he could use his skills.

Fang Jifan couldn't help but want to laugh, because he worked in the library and studied Ming history. Not only did he know Ming history very well, but he also knew the local chronicles of this era. There were a few thieves in the county in a few months and a few days, and my amazing memory can also be impressed.

  In my previous life, I was lonely anyway, but in this era, it doesn't seem so bad.

  Fang Jifan even admires his own heart... very big.

  The expression of the guy in the green coat and hat changed, and he said hesitantly: "Master...you...you said...you have a lot to do?"

   "That's right." Fang Jifan cheered up. He is a young master, so this person is either a book boy or a long-term follower. His excitement has not yet passed, and he said with enthusiasm: "The man is alive, and he will be named on the gold list and make contributions..."

   Speaking of this, the expression of the man in the blue hat changed from doubt to sorrow, and he yelled: "Young Master...Young Master...I'm sick again...Come...Come here..."

  Fang Jifan was startled, what...what's going on?

Snapped…

  The door was suddenly knocked open by a few strong men, and it seemed that they all looked like wolves and tigers.

  The sunlight outside also poured in, but these burly bodies covered the excess light.

Then, a man who looked like a gentleman in a Confucian shirt and a goatee, hurried in with a medicine box on his back, and said excitedly: "Young master, the young master's illness...has happened again...Quick, quick, get an injection! "

   With an order, those strong men rushed towards Fang Jifan, and immediately controlled Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan's pupils constricted, NMGB, he cursed in his heart, because he saw that the old gentleman had taken out an inch-long silver needle from the box, with a heartbroken expression on his face, he said to Fang Jifan: "Young Master's disease is cerebral palsy. Illness, don't be afraid of the disease, come and come, don't be afraid, don't be afraid...a needle will be fine..."

  Fang Jifan was so frightened that his jaw almost dropped: "I...I'm not sick..."

While administering the needle, the doctor shook his head and said: "That's right, I used to have this symptom when I was sick, young master, bear with it, this old man's method of acupuncture and moxibustion was passed down from the ancestors, and it can cure diseases when you are sick, and you can keep fit when you are not sick. Master, lie still!"

what…

  Following howls like killing a pig, after half a sound, Fang Jifan fell silent.

His hands and feet were all controlled, and the old man actually stabbed the silver needle directly into the back of his head. Fang Jifan stopped screaming, but he gritted his teeth in fright, not daring to move, for fear of making a move. This old man The needle was misplaced.

  The most important thing is that I have been afraid of injections since I was a child!

   Such a long needle pierced the head violently, this is not a cure, it is murder, your uncle!

Before the needle was taken out, the old man squeezed his beard again, shook his head and sighed: "There is no medicine for the brain-dead, and the old man just follows the ancient prescription to temporarily control the disease. Whether he can recover or not depends entirely on the young master's own luck." .”

The guy in the green coat and hat hid on the side of the couch and sobbed in a low voice: "Young master, young master, Dr. Fang is a famous doctor invited by my uncle. Don't be afraid. It will be fine after a few months of needles. My uncle repaired the book and returned. My family told me that as long as the young master's illness can be cured, no matter what method is used... In short, the medical treatment must never be taboo... The young master is the only son of the uncle, the young master bears it...bears it..."

  Fang Jifan's face was pale, but trembling.

  ………

  Noon.

  The scenery outside the window is pleasant, but Fang Jifan is not in the mood to appreciate the scenery!

   This is already the twenty-seventh day since Fang Jifan came to this world. Of course, he has received countless needles.

  An ancient "famous doctor" inserted a silver needle into the back of your head and stirred it slightly. Fang Jifan shudders all over when he thinks about it.

   Twenty-seven days is enough for Fang Jifan to understand everything.

  The original owner of this body was the only son of Daming Nan and Bo Fang Jinglong.

  The hereditary Earl of the Fang family was earned during the Battle of Jingnan. The ancestors followed Yan Wang Zhu Di from the dragon, from Beiping City to Nanjing. Zhu Di was kind and gave him an iron rice bowl with a wave of his hand.

   And the owner of this body...

   Well, it’s no wonder that I was treated as an idiot when I only said what a man should do, because this guy is a complete scum, the biggest villain in the capital, the prodigal son of the prodigal, he is full of evil!

A few days ago, this guy was sick, so he invited a famous doctor to see him, presumably because he had a mental problem, and he never gave up on treatment. The previous prodigal son had a very different personality, so...the treatment will continue...

   So stupid.

  Fang Jifan reflected on himself. He was still too young. He had just arrived, and he would talk to people about making contributions, serving the country and the people, and so on.

  A prodigal son full of crimes, his behavior is so abnormal, in the eyes of others, it is not crazy, what is it?

   Well, in order to give up treatment, I have to be more Fang Jifan than the previous Fang Jifan.

  At this time, the door of the sleeping room was already opened, and a pretty girl came in, followed by Fang Jifan's long-term follower, the guy in the green coat and hat, named Deng Jian.

A new day has begun.

  Fang Jifan took a deep breath. In the past 20 days, he has figured out the rules and roughly understood the background of this family. Naturally, he has already understood the original Fang Jifan thoroughly.

  The little girl arrived at the bed and bowed: "Master, wake up."

  Fang Jifan opened his eyes, showing a look of impatience. He cheered himself up in his heart: "Prodigal, prodigal, buddy is a prodigal, don't show your feet."

  Fang Jifan said fiercely: "What time is it? It's early in the morning, what's the name of the ghost?"

  The little girl was so frightened that her pretty face was slightly unnatural: "The sun... the sun has risen."

   "Only three poles..." Fang Jifan bared his teeth: "Master, do I only get up after three poles? Sleep for another hour!"

  Deng Jian, in a green robe and a cap, hurried forward, nodded and bowed his head, and said, "Young master, it's too early, but I'm afraid that the young master will be hungry..."

   "Okay, okay..." Fang Jifan had no choice but to stand up and change clothes under the service of the little girl.

   Deng Jian on the side smiled cheaply and said: "Young master is wise, young master is martial, young master does not change his true colors, the villain admires him, and casts himself on the ground."

"Fuck you!" Fang Jifan raised his leg, kicked Deng Jian over, and said angrily, "The young master has nothing but handsomeness, how dare you say you are wise and powerful? Can you be a dog if you are wise and powerful? Same thing."

  Deng Jian rolled on the ground, crying bitterly.

  Fang Jifan was startled, why, did he kick hard just now? Sin, sin, I'm really sorry, but... Hey, my brother is also very embarrassed, if this young master is gentle, how can he give up treatment?

  Unexpectedly, the next moment, Deng Jian rolled over and stood up, but he raised his head and said excitedly: "The young master's illness is finally better, little... small... I'm really happy for the young master. The villain is crying with joy, weeping with joy."

Ok?

  Fang Jifan was dumbfounded, is this okay?

  (end of this chapter)