The First Family of Tang Dynasty

Cheng Chubi carried his hands on his back and looked up and down the eldest grandson Wuji, trying to find a convenient and good way to pretend to be sick.

"Why don't you do this? Anyway, after Cheng has given you a diagnosis and treatment, Wang Yiling will only give you a pulse at most, and look at your complexion and you're done."

"So, Cheng feels that there is a good way that is not very harmful, but extremely humiliating. I don't know if Uncle Zhangsun is happy or not."

"???" The eldest grandson Wuji and the eldest grandson Zhongping squinted their eyes, the gods are not very harmful, but extremely humiliating.

Who are you kidding to insult? The old man is a gentleman, not a handsome rabbit.

Changsun Wuji had a dark face, panting heavily, and it took him a long time to control the trash talk he almost blurted out, speaking bluntly.

"Tell this old man first, what does little harm mean and is extremely humiliating?"

"Oh, I used the wrong word, it should be called a method that does little harm, but is extremely painful.

It can make you sweaty in just a few short breaths, your expression is distorted, and your face is pale. "

"In this way, Cheng can say that you have eaten a bad stomach on the way to the south, suffered an acute attack of chronic enteritis, and your condition is very critical.

After all, Cheng has the most say about the disease in this aspect of the anorectal department, and they will certainly not doubt Cheng. "

"..." The eldest grandson Wuji had just a hint of joy on his face, but then turned dark again. What a godly anorectal department, is your kid coveting the old man's dark disease again? !

On the side, the eldest grandson *hero* Zhongping, who used to excavate his own master's ancient way again and again before Cheng Sanlang, could only roll his eyes.

I always feel that His Majesty sent this kid here, where is it to solve the problem, he is clearly creating a problem, and he wants to be angry with his master.

The eldest grandson Wuji took deep breaths frequently, he couldn't be angry, he mustn't be angry, for the sake of his children.

In order to live up to the good plan that His Majesty came up with for himself, there is no need to be as knowledgeable as this nasty monster.

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After being hypnotized for a while, Changsun Wuji finally regained his composure and asked calmly.

"That kind of method... what's the problem?"

Cheng Chubi smiled and opened the treatment box placed beside him, picked up a silver needle box and shook it.

"Three methods, the first one is to use a silver needle to pierce several acupoints on your body. After piercing, you will feel uncomfortable and accompanied by pain."

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Changsun Wuji did not speak with a stern face, obviously waiting for Cheng Sanlang to come up with all three multiple-choice questions, and then he would choose it himself.

Naturally, Cheng Chubi would not have any opinion on this. He reached into the box, took out a series of clips made of thin iron, and pressed the eldest grandson Wuji twice.

"Second, take this kind of iron clip and place it in the place where the body is prone to pain. The effect it creates is similar to twisting a thin layer of skin with a fingernail.

It won't cause any great harm to the body, but the pain caused is enough to hide from those people. "

"..." Looking at the clip and the silver needle, Changsun Wuji's face became darker and darker.

Without waiting for Cheng Saburo to fetch the treasure for the third time, he raised Dasuo Dao.

"No need, just use the first one."

Who can guarantee that he will come up with any more nasty tools, or the first choice, the old man is not willing to carry a string of iron clips on his body.

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After waiting outside the house for a while, Wang Yiling finally saw the door in front of him being opened.

Cheng Sanlang frowned deeply and walked out of the room with a very solemn expression. Wang Yiling hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

"Xiao Cheng Taibao, dare to ask what disease that eldest grandson Guoji suffers from?"

Cheng Chubi let out a long sigh and whispered to Wang Yiling.

"It's hard to say, it's very likely to be an acute attack of chronic enteritis, but there may also be other intestinal diseases."

"It now seems that he needs to be carefully examined to determine whether he needs surgery."

"Surgery..." When Wang Yiling heard Cheng Sanlang's words, he immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

After all, in Wang Yiling's view, any disease that needs to be treated by Cheng Sablang's knife is definitely not a pain that ordinary medicine stones can solve.

"Alas..." Cheng Chubi let out a long sigh, then glanced at the house with some disgust, and his eyes fell on Wang Yiling.

With that expression, Wang Yiling's eyelids twitched wildly, but considering that he didn't need to carry this black cauldron, Wang Yiling felt a little relieved.

However, Wang Yiling still glanced secretly at the few internal guards who had followed them, and then he stiffened his head and whispered towards Cheng Sanlang, who had an unsightly face.

"Xiao Cheng Taibao, if Uncle Zhangsun is ill, if he really needs surgery, I'm afraid this place is not suitable, right?"

"Hey... I'll go in first and give him a careful diagnosis."

After dropping such a sentence, Cheng Chubi stepped into the house, and Wang Yiling could only enter the house lightly.

He saw the eldest grandson Wuji lying on the couch, this dignified uncle's face was gray at the moment, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

With a very painful expression, Wang Yiling was terrified as he grabbed the bedding on the couch tightly with his big hands. He was afraid that he would pull over in a short while.

Cheng Sanlang checked him with a dignified expression, and his movements were very careful. After a long time, he signaled the eldest Sun Zhongping to talk to him outside the house.

Wang Yiling listened attentively from the side, judging from the answering of the two and Cheng Sanlang's increasingly gloomy expression.

Wang Yiling already understood that the eldest grandson Wuji was in a critical condition.

"Okay, you go in first, take good care of Uncle Zhangsun, and don't let anything happen to him."

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Cheng Chubi, on the other hand, was pacing slowly outside the house, Wang Yiling and the others all silently looked at the great Tang national doctor, not daring to make a sound.

At this time, whoever gives advice and there is a problem is like asking for bad luck.

After reaching almost half a column of incense, Cheng Chubi sighed helplessly, and said to the head of the inner guard who came with him.

"General Lu, as long as you work hard, send someone back to Luo immediately and tell Your Majesty that Uncle Zhangsun is seriously ill, and I'm afraid surgery will be needed to solve it..."

"And this operation is very difficult. For safety, we must return to Luoyang and prepare for the operation."

Changsun Wuji was lying flat on the slump with jealousy on his face, and he kept wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

Fortunately, after the eldest Sun Zhongping came back, he pulled out the silver needles for himself. Otherwise, the painful and uncomfortable feeling would have tortured people to the point of death.

At this moment, after Cheng Sanlang and General Lu's answer came from outside the house, Changsun Wuji let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the silver needle was not in vain.