There is a god in the sky

Chapter 100 Staying at Prince Zheng's Mansion 1

Shen Lan woke up because the ship was rocking violently.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I heard a "thud," as if I had bumped into something.

She hurriedly dressed and got out of bed, then saw Xuan'er run in and say, "Sister, the boat has docked."

Shen Lan asked in surprise, "Where are we?"

"It seems they've arrived in Tanzhou. The adults said they'll stay in Tanzhou for two or three days to buy some food and medicine, and also to let everyone recover from their injuries."

Shen Lan packed her belongings and then went out with Xuan'er.

Everyone's expression was a little strange when they saw her.

Shen Lan had previously won them over with her culinary skills, and they always greeted her with smiles and gave her small gifts.

Now their eyes hold a sense of awe.

"Miss Shen, Wang Guisheng just woke up," Chen Shi told her with a complicated expression.

"Oh? That's good news. How's he feeling? We can take him to the city to get him some more treatment from a doctor."

Chen Shi's lips moved, and he lowered his voice to ask, "Um... I wanted to ask, is it okay for him to go out and get some sunlight in his condition?"

Shen Lan chuckled and retorted, "He's not a ghost, so why can't he see sunlight?"

"Isn't there an adjustment period or something?"

"Cough, that's his own body, there's no need to readjust."

Chen Shi suddenly realized and visibly breathed a sigh of relief. "I see. I'm relieved."

He turned and walked away, but after taking only two steps, he turned back and bowed deeply to Shen Lan.

"Thank you so much, Miss Shen, for saving my life!" This thank you represents not only him, but all of them.

Shen Lan accepted it.

She walked onto the deck and saw Fu Qingyan standing at the bow talking to a minor official, while Xiao Ji stood behind him, saying nothing.

Upon seeing her, Xiao Ji's expression became lively, a smile appeared on his lips, and his eyes were filled with laughter.

His entire face instantly reached a new level of handsomeness.

Shen Lan raised her hand to shield her forehead, feeling that the sunlight today was too dazzling, as if it could shine into one's heart.

"Miss Shen, come here quickly!" Fu Qingyan greeted her warmly when he saw her.

He left the minor official behind and ran towards Shen Lan, saying, "We'll be ashore soon. I've heard there's a lot of good food in Tanzhou. What would you like to eat for lunch?"

His eyes were also sparkling, and he looked at Shen Lan with great respect.

Now everyone on the ship regards Shen Lan as a deity; if she wants to go east, no one will go west.

"I'm fine with anything, whatever you say, sir." Shen Lan glanced at Xiao Ji.

He returned to his usual self, gentle and kind, without deliberately putting on airs, but he still exuded an aura of authority.

The group packed their things and disembarked, following the minor official to the dock, where carriages and horses were waiting.

Tanzhou Wharf was no smaller than Jiangzhou Wharf, with many cargo ships coming and going, and merchants and laborers everywhere.

"When you come to Tanzhou, my lord, you must try the famous local stinky tofu. It has been praised by the Emperor. It smells bad, but tastes delicious."

The official, beaming with joy after receiving his reward, arranged for them to have the best carriages and horses.

Besides collecting taxes from passing cargo ships, the officials at the ferry crossing mainly received passing officials, making it a small post station as well.

Shen Lan and Xuan'er rode in a carriage, followed by the wounded in another carriage, while the rest rode on horseback, and they entered the city in a grand procession.

Upon entering the city, Chen Shi produced the seal of Jiangzhou Prefecture, and the group was exempted from even the city's entry inspection.

Xiao Ji didn't want to alarm the authorities, but that was almost impossible.

They hadn't been gone long when officials from the prefectural government came to greet them and led them to a luxurious and expansive lakeside estate.

"My surname is He, and I am a clerk in the prefectural office. This Furong Garden was lent to the prefect by His Highness Prince Zheng for entertaining guests. Please feel free to stay here, Lord Xiao."

Xiao Ji surveyed the manor; its multi-story buildings and elegant pavilions were truly magnificent.

He had also heard of this King Zheng.

He is the emperor's uncle and the current princess's younger brother. Thanks to the princess's favor, he has never been disliked by the emperor.

In recent years, the Prince of Zheng has rarely visited the capital, preferring to live a carefree life in Tanzhou.

Although I had always heard of his extravagant lifestyle, it wasn't until I saw this ordinary manor that I was able to get a glimpse of it.

"Commander He, you are too kind. We were passing through Tanzhou when we were attacked by bandits on the boat, so we had to go into the city to rest for a while."

He Jingli did not inquire about the matter, but only said, "Then please stay here, Lord Xiao. My master is still having a banquet at Prince Zheng's residence and has not returned yet. He will probably be free in the afternoon."

Xiao Ji said politely, "Lord Yuan is busy with official duties and it would be best not to disturb him. Some of my soldiers are injured, so please summon the doctor first."

"Of course, of course, I will make the arrangements."

He Jingli quickly arranged accommodations for them. Since there were two women in their group and their identities were uncertain, he arranged for them to stay alone in a quiet courtyard.

The manor was enormous; they only occupied one of the guest courtyards.

No sooner had they checked in than maids brought them fine wine and food, and a doctor arrived shortly after.

Chen Shi, biting into a meat pie, followed the doctor to see Wang Guisheng. There were dozens of other people with him, crowding the room to the brim.

The doctor thought the injured person was someone extraordinary, so he was extra careful when taking the pulse.

When he inquired about the patient's condition, everyone held their breath and dared not utter a word.

If they say that Wang Guisheng had already died, wouldn't that scare the doctor away?

Seeing that no one would answer for him, Wang Guisheng had no choice but to say it himself: "When I went into the water to fight with the thieves, I was hit and lost consciousness for a long time. When I woke up, I felt tightness in my chest, shortness of breath, weakness all over my body, and my ribs were still aching."

After examining the man, the doctor said tactfully, "The man has a broken rib, but it's not too serious. As for the rest, he's probably just a little weak from fighting with the thugs. He just needs to rest and recover."

After he finished writing the prescription, Chen Shi couldn't help but ask, "Doctor, does my brother have any other problems?"

"Nothing has been found yet."

"Is his... his vital energy a little weak? Is there any way to replenish it? For example, can we take turns giving him a few breaths?"

The doctor looked at them, completely bewildered, not quite understanding the purpose of this breath transfer.

He thought to himself: Could this be the witch doctor's trick from Jiangzhou?

Every region has its own medical practices, and even a traditional Chinese medicine doctor wouldn't dare say that transferring qi would definitely be useless. He would only say euphemistically, "Normally, taking a few doses of the medicine I prescribe will be fine. As for transferring qi, I don't know anything about that."

Chen Shi understood; it turned out the doctor was unfamiliar with this practice.

It seems that passing on one's breath is indeed effective.

After he finished examining this patient and went to treat the next wounded, he found that the group of soldiers had followed him again.

He thought to himself: The officials in Jiangzhou Prefecture have such a good relationship; they care so much about their colleagues.

"This gentleman has lost quite a bit of blood. He should eat more blood-replenishing foods and rest for a few days."

In his view, these were minor injuries, and there was really no need to make such a fuss.

With so many eyes on him, he began to doubt his own medical skills.

"My homemade wound medicine is very good. Let me change this gentleman's dressing first. Does anyone know who can come and help?"

Chen Shi strode forward, took the doctor's hand, and said, "Leave such a small matter as changing the dressing to us; we dare not trouble the doctor."

He didn't dare let the old doctor see the wound on his colleague's back; the row of fine stitches made it look like a rag doll lying there.

They saw the old doctor off, breathed a sigh of relief, and then burst into hearty laughter.