Zhang Yin was detained in the troupe room for three days. The cold wind whistled, and the kang filled the temperature. After the first day of the New Year, he was full of frustration. After the spring breeze, he shivered suddenly.

Some of the 200 people had a face that was haggard, while others had rosy faces, and they were all over the place.

After walking out of the Ministry of Rites and leaving the imperial city, hundreds of people came in crowded, including servants, friends, relatives, and their own people, either supporting them or greetings and greetings. There are many different situations in the world.

He knew the coldness and warmth, and his expression was lonely and he left. His legs sat and lying on his legs for a long time, which was very stiff and extremely inconvenient. He walked slowly.

At this time, next to him, a man in his thirties was wearing a black robe, with a dazed look and a little messy hair. He walked staggeringly, the key was that his face was pale. Obviously, he had tortured him in the past three days.

"The imperial court chose people, but it was not talented enough, but it also depends on health. If you can't sit for a few years, wouldn't it be a waste of the quota?"

"How could the court treat scholars so well, so how could the people of prefectures and counties hand over to those weak people? How could the shepherds and envoys come from?"

There were many people watching coldly, and there were even more cold words. They were also jealous of their identity, and there were also many people who laughed at them.

When the man heard this, he was so angry that he was shocked. With the cold wind blowing, his eyes turned and he fell down.

"Hurry, send it to the clinic!" Zhang Yin could not watch and hurriedly picked it up. He realized that he was still breathing. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and kept shouting.

Outside the imperial city, there were many carriages and horses nearby. When they saw that they were the same imperial examination candidates, they did not care whether they were in the exam or not, so they pulled them up together and headed to the nearest clinic.

"In Xia Shao Zhi, I have met my classmates. Is this person a friend of my brother's platform?"

The man who borrowed a carriage and horse asked politely.

"No!" Zhang Yin smiled bitterly, "It's just that this gentleman staggered, angry and fainted. We scholars, we should pay attention to our conscience, and we can't stand by death and refuse to save us!"

"That's the reason!" The man who borrowed the carriage was also in his thirties. He exuded a mature and steady temperament and his words were smooth. Zhang Yin couldn't help but feel good about it.

"As a little petty person, he must be jealous, or the gangster who has no identity, jealous words are just unvirtuous!"

Shao Zhi said angrily: "It is important to know that even if we have not passed the subject, we are still juren from the Tang Dynasty and can still become officials. It's just that it's not as smooth as Jinshi. Those villains are really hateful."

"I don't know how many generations I've grown taller than that, but it's different from the clouds and mud."

As he said that, he raised his chin and looked down on him, which was the pride of the juren.

"That's true!" Zhang Yin echoed. His identity as a juren brought him too many benefits, equivalent to half of his official body, and belonging to the same formation, so he naturally did not allow him to be defiled by his white body.

When we arrived at a clinic, there were bustling with dozens of short-dressed civilians who saw a doctor and prepared medicine. Obviously, the doctor in the clinic was kind-hearted and provided free firewood medicine pots to make medicine, so there were a lot of patients coming and going.

He helped the person out of the carriage and waited for medical treatment, but the line was very long, and the group wanted to go to the line.

As soon as he saw the noisy carriage, an apprentice immediately ran out, crossed his waist and scolded: "This is the clinic. Dr. Zhao is seeing a doctor, so he can quickly line up!"

Other patients also became rumored that in the clinic, rich people had to deal with them, and to treat and save patients, they had to obey the rules.

"Little Doctor's Love!" Shao Zhi had experience, bowed his hand slightly, and seemed to be showing off: "This young man, just came out of the Ministry of Rites examination room, has been working a lot of effort for three days and three nights, and is already ill. I hope Doctor Zhao will make an exception-"

"Jinshi candidate?" The apprentice was shocked. Looking at the clothes of his few people, he smelled a sour smell. Yes, it was indeed accumulated in three days.

"Oh, Master Juren!"

There is always someone who knows it. I don’t know who is surprised. All the patients start to talk about it, and then they say without caring:

I am all a bad life, how can I compare to the juren? Let’s go to the exam quickly!

In a sense, this self-depreciation is considered a self-knowledge and a compromise with society.

"Quick, go in!" The apprentice was shocked and said respectfully: "Wait for a moment, and it will be feasible!"

Zhang Yin and the others nodded, and then they helped the patient in.

Looking at the person who was in the lineup, Dr. Zhao wanted to have an attack, but heard that he had just finished the show, so he couldn't help but choose to default, and then he looked carefully and got up.

Doctor Zhao has always been a well-known figure in the capital. Even those powerful families have to submit and obey and queue up for medical treatment. After all, it is easy to get precious medicine, but it is hard to find a famous doctor. A good doctor is simply a life-saving straw, so how dare you offend it?

However, it is understandable to break the rules because of the juren, and no one dares to say that it is wrong.

"It's okay!" Doctor Zhao looked at him and asked questions and said slowly, "I'm weak, blown by the cold wind, and I'm angry, so I fainted. I prescribed a few medicines and took them for a few days. However, the medicine can cure people, but it can't cure the heart!"

"I don't know how to cure my heart?" Zhang Yin asked.

"The day of the release of the results!" Dr. Zhao said sincerely.

"Thank you, Doctor!" Shao Zhi quickly bowed and bowed. He was really a good doctor.

At this moment, there was a louder noise in the clinic. Dr. Zhao frowned and was about to scold him. Suddenly, an apprentice ran in and shouted, "Master, some officers and soldiers are coming in..."

"What are the officers and soldiers here?" Doctor Zhao said in surprise.

Soon, several people went to the hall and saw dozens of officers wearing black soap clothes standing, one wearing a military robe, gold silk deer leather boots, and a black dark gold cloak. Everyone's domineering aura was leaking.

After being in the capital for many days, no one knows that this is a powerful Jinwu Guard.

"I don't know where Chen Jing, who fainted in the imperial city, is there?"

When Jinwu Guard saw several people wearing robes, his attitude calmed down a little.

"Chen Juzi has been seen by Dr. Zhao, and he prescribed a prescription. He will be fine after taking it for a few days."

Shao Zhi said with a tough bullet.

"It's better to leave it to me!" Jinwuwei did not give any face at all. Seeing the sudden change of faces of several people, he explained: "The saint knew that a son fell ill outside the imperial city, and was furious in an instant. He ordered us to take him to the palace and diagnosed by the imperial doctor himself, so that he could feel at ease!"

When everyone heard the mention of the emperor, they bowed their heads, as if they were listening to the teachings, and were serious and careful.

"This is very true!" said Dr. Zhao: "It is very appropriate for the imperial doctors to have a follow-up visit!"

No one else dared not to comply and agreed.

In this way, Chen Jing, who fainted, was transferred to the palace again.

"How kind is a saint!" Shao Zhi exclaimed.

"Your Majesty loves nurses, and he is extremely kind. The world is very lucky and the people are very lucky!"

Zhang Yin exclaimed from the bottom of his heart that a heat current surged into his head from the bottom of his heart, which was hard to describe.
Chapter completed!