I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

Zhao Heng started practicing from sunrise until the sun was about to set and the Imperial Hospital was about to end its duty.

He suddenly opened his eyes, gathered his breath, and instantly gathered the black crystal in his hand and the restrictions in the room.

Then, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Sir!" It was Shen San's voice outside the door.

"Come in."

Shen San pushed open the door and saw Zhao Heng stretching and yawning. He thought that the other party was sleeping here.

"What's the matter?"

"Sir, the hospital envoy has returned from the palace. According to the rules, you should go to see him."

The hospital envoy is the head of the Imperial Hospital. As a newly appointed imperial physician, Zhao Heng naturally has to take the initiative to pay his respects.

Zhao Heng nodded, got up and followed Shen San to the deepest part of the Imperial Hospital, an independent courtyard.

The hospital envoy worked in the attic. After Zhao Heng arrived, a servant went upstairs to pass on the message, but he did not come down for a long time.

Zhao Heng and Shen San were left there for a long time.

It was not until half an hour later, when the sun was about to set, that the servant came downstairs with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Oh... Lord Zhao, I'm really sorry. The old envoy said that he was a little tired after treating patients in the palace today and it was inconvenient to meet you.

Please go back to the mansion by yourself. The envoy will summon you when he is free in the future."

Hearing this, Zhao Heng and Shen San looked at each other.

Zhao Heng sneered in his heart. In fact, he had already covered the situation in the attic with his spiritual sense and knew it clearly.

The old envoy clearly let the servant wait for half an hour before coming down to pass on the message.

"I know, let the envoy take good care of himself, and I will visit you another day."

Zhao Heng pretended to be unhappy as he turned around and left with Shen San.

Shen San on the side observed his expression and hurriedly whispered to comfort him.

"Sir, please don't be angry. The director is old-fashioned and attaches great importance to the inheritance of medical knowledge. He believes that only apprentices taught by the Imperial Hospital are orthodox.

As for the medical skills and doctors from the outside world, he is quite prejudiced. Please don't take it too seriously."

Zhao Heng thought that it was indeed so. It seemed that this director and the left judge were both pedantic and stubborn.

He naturally didn't care about these things in his heart, but he had to show the competitive reaction that young people should have on the surface.

"Humph, they just look down on my identity as a quack doctor. I will definitely prove to them that I, Zhao Wuji, am not a person who has gained fame in vain!"

Hearing this, Shen San nodded repeatedly and encouraged in a low voice: "Your Excellency is right. You are a talent promoted by the Queen Mother herself. In the future, you will definitely soar to the sky and become the number one doctor in the imperial capital!"

"Yes, when I rise to the top, I will definitely benefit from you."

The master and servant encouraged each other.

Zhao Heng was naturally acting according to the situation, while Shen San was secretly excited.

In fact, before Zhao Heng came to the Imperial Hospital, the two judges summoned all the clerks and asked who was willing to follow Zhao Heng.

Everyone knew that this imperial doctor Zhao was just a quack doctor. He was promoted by chance because he accidentally cured the Queen's headache.

Other clerks looked down on Zhao Heng's medical skills and background, and refused to become Zhao Heng's assistant.

Only Shen San resolutely took on this task.

The reason was simple. Unlike other colleagues, they either had a wealthy family, had deep connections in the Imperial Hospital, or even worshipped a certain imperial doctor as their teacher.

Shen San had no family background, no background, and no money. He relied on his passion.

He studied medical books since he was a child, took exams one after another, and finally entered the Imperial Hospital.

He thought he could show his ambition and become a famous doctor of his generation, famous in the imperial capital.

The fact is that he started as a "doctor" without a rank, earning a meager salary and doing errands, dispensing medicine and doing odd jobs all day long.

He worked for several years, and the young man who was once green onions is now over 30 years old.

He spent all his savings and finally got a position as a ninth-rank official.

If he wants to continue to be promoted and become an imperial physician, he will not be able to do so in his next life without a lot of money and connections.

He thought he would live his life like this, doing nothing, until he learned about Zhao Heng's arrival and saw an opportunity.

Shen San knew that this was a society that relied on connections. Even if you didn't know shit, as long as you had strong connections, you could be in a high position.

Although this imperial physician Zhao was young and his medical skills might be mediocre, or even worse than his own, he was the benefactor of the queen.

Although the queen might not value him, and even recruit him into the Imperial Hospital, she would no longer remember him.

But Shen San also wanted to take a gamble and bet on his future.

He had to assist Zhao Yuyi well, be his lackey, and wait for Zhao Yuyi to take off.

When one person succeeds, all his family members will rise to heaven!

…

On that day, when the Imperial Hospital was off duty, Zhao Heng took a house deed and came to the southwest corner of the inner city and found an ordinary house.

This was also the mansion that Queen Mu had prepared for him in advance, where he lived in the imperial capital.

Considering that he was just an imperial physician and could not live in a too luxurious mansion, he chose this ordinary mansion in the inner city.

The mansion had already recruited some maids, servants and a housekeeper, all of which were arranged in the name of Zhao Wuji's family.

Zhao Heng came and took over everything smoothly and became the owner of the mansion.

There were people who cooked and cooked, and there were maids who served to massage shoulders and backs. Even when eating and changing clothes, there were people to serve.

Even if Zhao Heng was willing, those young and beautiful maids were willing to offer themselves to this young and promising, handsome official, and provide him with romantic pleasure.

So much so that Zhao Heng felt a little dazed.

In his previous life, he would be a senior executive of a state-owned enterprise, and he would have bought a single-family villa in a prime location in a first-tier city, with a car and a house, and great potential. He would be a "diamond bachelor" who could do whatever he wanted.

This was what Zhao Heng had dreamed of in his previous life, but now he doesn't have to make any effort at all, and everything is at his fingertips.

As long as Zhao Heng wants, with his current strength, he can even enjoy more wealth and glory, and have countless beauties.

But these thoughts only flashed in Zhao Heng's mind.

Then he returned to calmness.

The prosperity of the secular world is nothing but a passing cloud.

These beautiful maids and servants will become old and faded in just a dozen or twenty years.

After a few decades, they will be nothing but bones and eventually turn into yellow soil.

After a hundred years, this mansion may become a ruin.

Hundreds of years later, the entire dynasty may have been destroyed, and everything will be empty, like a dream bubble.

...

After thinking through all this, Zhao Heng's eyes regained clarity, and his eyes showed a firm look.

His state of mind was improved, his heart towards the Tao became more determined, and even his own cultivation was improved at this moment.

This is the benefit brought by perception.

However, Zhao Heng also understood why the cultivation world should be divided from the secular world.

Not only to protect ordinary people, but also for the warriors themselves.

With the power of warriors above the Ascension Realm, it is too easy to get power, wealth and women in the secular world.

Once the mind is not firm and sinks into it, it will ruin one's own cultivation path.

Shaking his head, he dismissed several maids who were guarding the wing room with expectant and ambiguous eyes.

Zhao Heng set up restrictions in the room and began to practice again.

Now that he has taken the second top-grade ascending spirit pill, his cultivation in the early stage of the Ascension Realm has become more and more solid, and he is steadily approaching a higher level.

…

Nothing happened overnight. The next morning, Zhao Heng, who had finished his training, went to the Imperial Hospital on time to report for work.

There was still nothing to do, except to practice in the Imperial Hospital.

When it was time to go off duty, he took Shen San to stroll around the imperial capital and then returned to the mansion.

He lived in the imperial capital like this every day. Before he knew it, more than half a month had passed, and Queen Mu had not summoned him yet.

But Zhao Heng was not completely idle, except for meditating and practicing every day.

While strolling around the imperial capital with Shen San, he also secretly released his spiritual sense, swept the city streets, and secretly observed whether there was the breath of a magic warrior.

But the imperial capital was too big. Even if Zhao Heng's spiritual sense covered a wide range, he could not do a carpet search, and could only do a rough inspection.

In addition, Zhao Heng became more and more familiar with the Imperial Hospital.

In the Imperial Hospital, except for himself, other imperial doctors were very busy, traveling between the palace and the mansions of princes and nobles every day.

Their attitudes towards him were divided into two types.

One type is hostile and dissatisfied, and hates Zhao Heng, a "relationship household".

The other type is to stay away from him and have a cold attitude.

After all, Zhao Heng was promoted by the Queen Mother. Although most people are dissatisfied, they dare not do anything to him. This type accounts for the vast majority.

Moreover, up to now, the hospital envoy has not summoned Zhao Heng.

Under this signal, except for Shen San and Zhao Heng's direct subordinates, almost no one in the Imperial Hospital took the initiative to contact him, which isolated him implicitly.

Zhao Heng was very satisfied with this, because he had more time to practice.

Early in the morning of this day, Zhao Heng came to the office as usual, greeted his subordinates, and went directly to the quiet room.

Prepare to start practicing.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he crossed his legs, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

The door was pushed open with a "bang".

"Hoo hoo hoo...!"

Shen San was sweating profusely and ran out of breath.

"Hmm...what happened? Why didn't you knock on the door?" Zhao Heng frowned slightly.

Shen San said excitedly: "Sir...sir, summon me!"

"The court envoy summoned me?"

"No...no, it was the Queen who summoned me!"