Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 293

I'm writing until I can't remember anything outside of myself, and I can just live like this.

I don't mind life; it's all about living, and it doesn't matter which way you live it.

But I really want to see Sikong, I really want to see him once, and ask him if there is a cure for "forgetting family ties".

For so many years, the pharmacists of Xifeng have been researching "Forgetting Family Ties." Our Emperor has mobilized the entire nation to find an antidote, but to this day there has been no progress.

It's been over a hundred years! Is there really no cure for "forgetting family ties"?

I admired him for a long time because of this question. My simple yearning for medicine led me to hear about him when I was very young.

Hearing that this medicine came from the Sikong Mansion, I became even more eager to meet him. Such a vicious poison—to a royal family, wasn't he afraid of being executed?

The entire family was wiped out.

But the Sikong family did not. They lived more openly than our royal family. Our emperor secretly researched the antidote but dared not publicize the news that it would lead to the war in the west, while the Sikong family lived very well.

They still chose their allegiance among the four major powers, and their names were recorded in the annals of various countries.

Just how much power does he wield, and to what extent can his authority reach?

No one told me, and I didn't ask. I was only responsible for the Emperor's food and the secret that the Emperor couldn't get close to anyone.

My Emperor has sent me to accompany him to Dongqing.

I was so excited that I didn't read any books all day. On the day I arrived in Dongqing, I secretly stood outside the Sikong Mansion all night, wanting to see Sikong Qian first and to see this talented man who was highly respected in the four kingdoms.

He is said to be a man of both literary and martial talents, and he is said to be a master of medicine, yet he never treats people. He is also said to be calm and composed, and to have attained profound enlightenment.

There are many rumors about him in the four countries, including about Shen Ziyi.

But I've always believed that they were jealous of Sikong and made up the legend for him.

...

But on the second day after I was imprisoned, when he stood outside the cell, I realized it was all real.

He didn't speak to his master, nor to me; he didn't even look at us as he passed by the door.

He seemed to see through everything with his aloofness, yet he didn't care; in fact, he did care.

He understood what his master meant, and I understood what his master meant, but it was no use, because I had a vague feeling that Sikong was not simple. It seemed that the whole world was a conspiracy, a conspiracy belonging to his Sikong family.

They witnessed the rise and fall of dynasties, the hustle and bustle of the world, they assisted various dynasties, they competed to strengthen small countries, and then they were submerged in the long river of history.

It seems that dynasties change, time changes, emperors change, but only one thing remains unchanged: the position of prime minister. People from the Sikong family rarely fail to serve as prime ministers of a country.

However, this Minister of Works was the least competent. When he first took office as the Prime Minister of the Eastern Qing Dynasty, the Emperor did not sleep well for half a year. However, after taking office, he did not take any action and even had very few achievements.

Unlike his ancestors, he did not strive to elevate the Eastern Qing to a higher level than the Western Qing, nor did he, like Sikong Lu, build upon the foundation of the Eastern Qing to a new height.

He handled his duties like an ordinary prime minister, sometimes even more discreetly, saving himself the trouble of dealing with things.

But Shen Ziyi is not that kind of person. He hasn't changed from being low-key, and he doesn't even know what being low-key means.

How did they end up together? And why have my master and I stayed here for so long because of her?

The eunuch delivered a large number of medical books late at night, and the jailers were replaced by secret guards. The master was terrified and kept shouting to the outside world.

I sensed something was wrong, but it was something we couldn't change.

...

I picked up the book and read it slowly: With these, I wouldn't care about dying of old age in prison.

"My disciple! Don't you think something's strange?"

I turned the pages of the book, and a case I had never heard of before shocked me.

"Disciple! Watch out, there might be a bomb."

[Beauty's Smile: Qi Zhi (Proud and Delicate)]

For the first time, I felt the vastness of medicine, as if I had just opened the door to becoming a doctor, as if I had just begun to understand what a doctor is.

Most of the content here begins with the woman, written by Sikong.

Her introduction was superficial and she was reluctant to elaborate, while Sikong's annotations were insightful, making a concerted effort to cover up the non-existent instruments mentioned in the text.

But why was it written down even though the person was unwilling to do so? What exactly happened that made that person risk their life to record these horrific calamities of confiscation of property and extermination of families?

Although I knew it was dangerous, I couldn't help but read it; the medical expertise displayed between the lines was truly exceptional.

A physician who hears this truth could die without regret...

Seeing her like that, I chuckled to myself: There's no such thing as a free lunch; she probably wants me to save her!

Alright! Since you've risked everything to write this book, I should return it to you!

I formally bid farewell to my master, left the prison, and said goodbye to those things that had so deeply attracted me. Before leaving, the guards collected the medical books, and I had no idea where they went. I was only glad that I hadn't let my master see them...

My master leaned over the door and called to me, but I didn't dare turn around: Master, the greatest act of filial impiety I can commit is to leave you first...

I retrieved my belongings from the address in the book, and pathetically, I didn't think of anything: my path had already been paved, and I could only follow it.

From then on, I stayed in the Qiande Hall and performed more than 3,670 major surgeries and countless minor surgeries. I was almost constantly operating on her.