Daqin: White porridge and pickled mustard tuber, I became the national teacher

Chapter 255 9 Buried, Qi Pan is sick.

Wang Jian said that when he and his men found Nineteen, there was no good meat left on his body.

Most of them were eaten by fish and wild animals.

Only the fragments of clothing hanging on his body and half of his intact face could prove his identity.

Qi Pan could no longer hear what was said afterwards.

She stood there in a daze.

When I saw with my own eyes the corpse lying in the coffin, covered with white cloth, rotting and stinking, and bleeding.

Only then did Qi Pan truly realize the difference of this era.

The cruelty of war.

Although she knew that if Wang Jian and Shijiu led their troops to attack the State of Chu, there would be casualties on both sides.

But she didn't expect that Nineteen would die.

She had obviously tried her best to develop the gunpowder and send it to the front line.

It is to minimize the casualties of Qin soldiers.

Why did so many people still die?

Why did Nineteen die too?

This was the first time that Qi Pan felt the death of people around him due to war at such close range after traveling to Daqin.

The death was so tragic.

Arrange the funeral of Nineteen and all the fallen soldiers, pay pensions to their families, and posthumously honor them according to their merits.

After watching Nineteen's body being buried, Qi Pan fell ill.

Qi Pan was half lying on the bed, his face pale and he looked sick.

Ying Zheng took the bowl of medicine from Eleven and sat down beside Qi Pan's bed.

"Come, Imperial Master, drink the medicine."

Qi Pan: "Brother, I don't want to drink."

"I'm not sick. I'll be fine after lying down for a few days."

Before drinking it, Qi Pan could smell the bitter taste of the medicine.

She's really not sick.

I'm just weak, thinking too much, and getting stuck in a rut.

That's why he looks so sick.

Ying Zheng: "Master, you don't want the doctor to feel your pulse. I will obey you."

"But you have to drink this medicine."

Ying Zheng took a spoon and scooped a spoonful of medicine and brought it to Qi Pan's mouth.

"Drink a little."

"Master, come, open your mouth..."

Qi Pan turned his face away and said, "Brother, I'm really not sick."

"You have to drink even if you are not sick."

Ying Zheng said, "If the Imperial Master doesn't want to take the medicine, that's fine. Let Xia Wuqie come over and check your pulse."

"As long as he takes your pulse and says you are not sick and don't need to take medicine, then I won't let you take medicine."

He didn't believe that the imperial teacher was not ill.

It's obvious that he's sick.

But the Imperial Preceptor was unwilling to let Xia Wuqie or any other doctor take his pulse.

He could only ask Xia Wuqie to examine the patient and prescribe some medicine.

But even after the medicine was ready, Qi Pan was unwilling to drink it.

He kept saying he wasn't sick.

This made Ying Zheng extremely worried and embarrassed.

He was worried that Qi Pan was too weak and his condition would get worse if he wasn't careful.

But he didn't dare to be tough with Qi Pan or use any tricks.

I can't bear it and I'm reluctant to let it go.

He had more respect for Qi Pan and didn't want to do anything against Qi Pan's wishes.

He even refused to force her to see a doctor or take medicine.

Qi Pan looked at the dark brown medicine in front of her, and seeing that she couldn't avoid it, she said.

"Okay...I'll drink it."

Qi Pan took the bowl directly from Ying Zheng's hand, frowned, and drank the whole bowl of medicine.

The medicine soup tastes sour, astringent and has a strong bitter taste.

Qi Pan almost didn't come out.

Ying Zheng poured a cup of warm water and handed it over, "Drink some water to clear your mind."

Qi Pan handed the bowl over, took the warm water, and took two big gulps, which slightly diluted the taste in his mouth.

Eleven brought over a plate of pastries.

"Master, this was sent by Chef Xiang from the kitchen. He said it was made according to the recipe you gave me."

"I know you've been feeling unwell lately and have to drink bitter medicine, so I made some pastries that are not too sweet but can cleanse your mouth."

"Would you like to try it?"

"it is good."

Qi Pan nodded, picked up a piece of cake from the plate and put it into his mouth.

"Okay, put the rest aside for now. Thank Chef Xiang for me."

Eleven: "Yes."

After placing the pastries on the table, Eleven stepped out.

Xiang Heliang was waiting outside. When he saw Eleven coming out, he hurriedly asked.

"How is it? Is the Imperial Master feeling better?"

Eleven said, "Don't worry, it's okay."

"The Imperial Master has already tasted the cakes that were just delivered. She asked me to thank Chef Xiang on her behalf."

Xiang Heliang: "Oh, it's okay, it's what I should do."

"As long as the Imperial Master likes it, I'm glad. Since the Imperial Master is fine now, I'll go back first."

"I will send the new cakes to the Imperial Master tomorrow after I develop them."

After walking towards Heliang, Eleven returned to the bedroom.

After class, Ying Yinman heard that Qi Pan was sick, so she ran over without stopping.

"National Division!"

Ying Yinman ran into the bedroom: "Master! I heard you are sick?!"

When she saw Qi Pan lying on the bed and Ying Zheng sitting beside her, Ying Yinman walked forward quickly.

"Father."

Ying Zheng: "Yeah."

Ying Yinman walked to the bed and asked with a worried look on her face, "Master, how do you feel?"

"Where does it hurt?"

Qi Pan said, "I'm fine, I just don't have much strength."

"Take a rest, just lie down for a few days and you'll be fine."

Seeing Qi Pan's pale face, Ying Yinman said, "Have you seen a doctor?"

At the Women's Medical College, the doctors who taught the courses had already been adjusted.

The doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau took turns coming, and it was not just Xia Wuqie who came.

If Xia Wuqie were left alone to attend classes at the Women's Medical College, no matter how good her body was, she wouldn't be able to withstand the stress.

You can't just grab the wool of a sheep.

So Ying Yinman only found out now that Qi Pan was sick.

Qi Pan shook his head slightly, "I'm not sick, why should I see a doctor? There's no need."

"But the Imperial Master..."

Ying Yinman said, "You don't look like you're healthy."

"How about asking Dean Xia to come over and take a look at you? Take your pulse?"

When he heard that he was asked to take his pulse again, Qi Pan suddenly got a stitch in the side and started coughing.

"Cough! Cough cough... No, don't cough, I'm not sick."

Seeing how resistant she was, Ying Yinman said.

"How about I take your pulse?"

"Although I haven't been learning for a long time, I still know how to do simple pulse diagnosis."

"Since you don't want the doctor to see you, and you keep saying you're not sick, why don't you let me see you?"

Ying Yinman looked eager to try.

I thought of using Qi Pan as a guinea pig to test out the medical skills she had learned.

"Ahem...No need, I just drank the medicine."

Qi Pan suppressed the itch in his throat and said, "Dean Xia has examined me and prescribed some medicine for me."

"I'll be fine after a few days of drinking. By the way, why did you finish class so early today?"

"Why are you here at this hour?"

Ying Yinman said: "Oh, as soon as I heard that you were sick, I rushed over as soon as the get out of class was over."

"It made me worried for a while."

Qi Pan nodded, "By the way, can you talk to Dean Xia and ask him to change the prescription?"

"The medicine is sour, bitter and astringent. It's really hard to swallow."

When Qi Pan thought of the medicine he had just drunk, his face wrinkled into a bitter gourd.

Ah this......

Ying Yinman said, "Let me...try?"