Zhou Wenrong fell off his horse and fainted on the spot, causing the entire polo field to fall into chaos.

Most of the people who can get to such expensive polo stadiums are well-known children in Hangzhou. They all know Zhou Chen, the commander of the transfer of fortune, and Zhou Wenrong, Zhou Chen's only son.

Xing Wenyi's face was even pale.

Zhou Chen entrusted Zhou Wenrong to him.

Before the opening, Xing Wenyi personally checked Zhou Wenrong's mount, which was a docile and common racing horse. Zhou Wenrong had ridden it before, and nothing happened.

Xing Wenyi has the responsibility to take good care of Zhou Wenrong.

In this regard, Xing Wenyi is very trustworthy. For a moment, Xing Wenyi felt his hands and feet weak. He first ran to Zhou Wenrong and lay him softly on the ground, covered in blood. Xing Wenyi couldn't breathe.

"Rong'er, Rong'er..." Zhou Chen also ran over quickly. At such an old age, Zhou Chen ran so fast that he reached Zhou Wenrong and shouted the child's name shrillly.

The manager of the stadium had already gone to instruct the doctors in the city to come and see Zhou Wenrong.

When Chen Jing arrived, Zhou Wenrong was surrounded by people and could not squeeze in. Standing behind the crowd, Zhou Chen's heart-wrenching shouts could be heard.

Chen Jing tried hard to squeeze in.

Finally, Chen Jing and several doctors who rushed over carried Zhou Wenrong back to Zhou's mansion.

Zhou Wenrong fell and was injured all over and was unconscious.

"Please invite all these doctors to Hangzhou, hurry!" Zhou Chen didn't spend too much time to be sad. The child was carried back to the mansion and was unconscious. How to treat him? Chen Jing and several doctors thought it was difficult, so Zhou Chen began to think about the more famous doctor on Liangzhe Road and asked his family to invite him.

He invited eight people in one breath, all of whom were highly respected by Liangzhe Luther.

Among them, Mr. Tang Qian from Xiao County, Yuezhou ranked first.

The news that Zhou Wenrong was so fallen and fainted and was carried back to the house soon reached the inner courtyard. Zhou Wenrong's mother and several father and concubines all came to hear the news. For a moment, the crying sounds in the room were shocking.

Zhou Chen lost his temper: "No one is allowed to cry."

The women thrust and cried in a low voice.

The doctors in Hangzhou surrounded the room and were diagnosed.

Chen Jing was squeezed out to the outside again.

Xing Wenyi took the opportunity to pull Chen Jing back and asked him: "Yangji, is Wen Rong seriously injured? When will he wake up like that?"

Falling off from a fast running horse is undoubtedly a brain trauma and coma.

There must be internal injuries.

Chen Jing dared not say when he would wake up. He took Zhou Wenrong's pulse and felt that Zhou Wenrong's condition was not optimistic. If he was not careful, he would probably die in brain and would not be cured.

"I'm very injured. Second brother, you need to be prepared. I don't know when he will wake up, but now you have to help and send someone back to the county. Get ten Angong Niuhuang Pills from my Yuhetang." Chen Jing said.

"Angong Niuhuang Wan?" Xing Wenyi asked back, "What are you doing?"

"I looked at Mr. Zhou's injury and it would be difficult to wake up for a while. I would also have a fever soon. Angong Niuhuang Pills can calm the heart, reduce the fever and wake up the spirit, and awaken the orifices." Chen Jing explained, "Maybe it can be used."

"Really?" Xing Wenyi suddenly became excited and even said a little out of control, "Can Angong Niuhuang Wan save him?"

Xing Wenyun usually looks very experienced. This time, he was a little panicked. Zhou Wenrong is Zhou Chen's only seedling, and he is simply Zhou Chen's lifeblood.

If Zhou Wenrong died, even if Zhou Chen had cut off the incense, Zhou Chen had taken several beautiful concubines in recent years, but none of them had sons. It would probably be even more difficult in the future. Xing Wenyi was very guilty at this moment.

He should dissuade Zhou Wenrong.

"No, second brother." Chen Jing did not dare to give people meaningless hope. He had to say conservatively, "Just be on the verge of mind. Second brother, you should be content and the doctors will do their best."

Xing Wenyi nodded slightly.

He was quite disappointed.

Even so, Xing Wenyi still sent someone to bring Chen Jing's letter to Yuhetang, Wangxian County to get Angong Niuhuang Pills. Because it was an urgent thing, Xing Wenyi's servant quickly returned to Wangxian County, and rushed back and forth in two days and took ten of them.

In the past two days, several respected doctors from Liangzhe Road have been guarding the Zhou Mansion.

Zhou Chen did not close his eyes, his eyes were red.

"When will you wake up?" Zhou Wenrong has been in a deep coma these two days. Zhou Chen couldn't help but get angry at the doctors.

He also sent someone to Beijing to hire a doctor.

Zhou Wenrong was in a deep coma and began to have a high fever.

Even if the high fever can subside, you may not be able to wake up. In the past few days, Mr. Tang and several doctors have tried various ways, but they cannot subside the high fever.

"Mr. Zhou, this matter is not urgent." Mr. Tang said to Zhou Chen, "We are all in your mansion, and we must do our best."

"Try your best? How do you do your best? Or are they all the people who have no ability and are just making a living?" Zhou Chen didn't sleep for a day, his spirit was on the verge of collapse and his temper was extremely bad.

Chen Jing didn't say anything.

It was not until his Angong Niuhuang Pills arrived that Chen Jing stepped forward and said to Zhou Chen: "Master Zhou, why not try my Angong Niuhuang Pills? Although it may not be able to wake up, at least it can reduce the high fever..."

Zhou Chen turned his head and glanced at Chen Jing.

The other doctors also looked at Chen Jing.

Mr. Tang took the opportunity to say: "Doctor Chen's Angong Niuhuang Pills do have miraculous effects on reducing fever."

"What pill was used? Rong'er could wake up?" Zhou Chen asked. His voice was hoarse, but he was full of coldness. His eyes were staring at Chen Jing like bells, hoping to see something from his face.

"This is not guaranteed..." Chen Jing said, "it can only reduce the fever."

"What's the use!" Zhou Chen said coldly, not happy, but he did not refuse to use Angong Niuhuang Pills. He just asked again, "Besides, what kind of medicine is Angong Niuhuang Pills? Where did it come from? Is it the new medicine of Zongdetang?"

"No, it's my ancestral medicine." Chen Jing said.

Zhou Chen's eyes sank.

What else he wanted to ask, the servant outside came in and said, "The Sir Song Zuo Hospital of the Imperial Hospital has arrived."

The magistrate of the Imperial Hospital is equivalent to the vice president. Generally, Imperial Hospitals have two magistrates, both of whom are sixth-rank officials.

Zhou Chen actually hired the left magistrate of the Imperial Hospital and asked him to travel all the way to Hangzhou so quickly. It was simply fast. It can be seen that he should have used the relationship with the Prison Office.

However, after thinking about it, no matter how fast it is, it is impossible for Chen Jing to arrive in Hangzhou in two days. He was overwhelmed and did not want to dig deeper. His mind was still on Zhou Wenrong's illness.

"In two days, the judge of Song Zuoyuan came so fast?" Someone was also puzzled like Chen Jing. Even the fastest horse would take more than ten days to get from Beijing to Hangzhou. It would be impossible to get here in two days.

"Song Zuoyuan was in Suzhou these days, so he arrived soon..." Someone whispered.

“What to do in Suzhou?”

"Well..." The person who spoke was looking reluctant to speak, and he hung up all the people. He came from Suzhou and heard some rumors, and wanted to keep it in hiding.

Chen Jing listened to them gossiping, but his eyes locked at the door.

Soon, a man in his thirties walked in slowly wearing a thick green cloth and was graceful. He had a fair face, as if he was used to being pampered and had a cold expression.

Seeing all the old doctors, the judge of Song Zuoyuan was not polite. He just glanced at them indifferently, and followed Zhou Chen and lie in to see Zhou Wenrong.

"Is this the judge of the Song Academy? He is so young." A doctor looked at the judge of the Academy in surprise. He unexpectedly thought that he was only in his thirties.

The doctors present were all quite famous and older. In addition to Chen Jing, the youngest was also in his early fifties. The magistrate of the Song Yuan was only in his forties, fair and rosy, and looked even younger.

It is indeed amazing to be the vice president of the Imperial Hospital at such a young age.

"His father is Song Xiao, and he used to give some advice from the Imperial Hospital." Someone explained.

The highlight of the Imperial Hospital is that the highest official in the Imperial Hospital, the fifth rank.

The judge of Song Zuoyuan, turned out to be a second-generation official.

"So that's it." Everyone suddenly realized and praised the Song family school. I wonder if it was out of sincerity. Chen Jing listened silently and didn't say anything.

About two quarters of an hour later, Zhou Chen suddenly came out of the inner room and said to the doctors guarding outside: "Mr. Tang, Mr. Li, please come in and talk."

Then, he looked at Chen Jing again, "Doctor Chen, you come in and speak."

Mr. Tang is the leader of Liangzhe Road, and Mr. Li is a famous doctor in Hangzhou. He often walks in Zhou’s mansion and is in charge of Zhou Wenrong’s pulse case. It is understandable to ask them to come in.

Zhou Chen also invited Chen Jing.

This made the other doctors whisper.

"It's Chen Yangji, Wangxian..."

"He has been in the limelight these days."

"I just don't know if I have real talent or knowledge."

As they discussed, Chen Jing followed Mr. Tang and Mr. Li and lie in.

The arrogant Song Zuoyuan was named Song Zongxin, who is almost forty this year. It is just because he is well maintained and has a pampered life. He looks a few years younger, like a man in his early thirties.

"You said, do you have a prescription to relieve the fever of Guanren Zhou?" Song Zuoyuan verdict asked Chen Jing directly without waiting for the others to speak, "What medicine is it?"

Chen Jing glanced at Mr. Tang.

Mr. Tang nodded at Chen Jing without any trace.

Chen Jing stood forward a few steps and said, "It's Angong Niuhuang Wan."

He explained the functions, effects, ingredients, etc. of Angong Niuhuang Pills. Song Zongxin listened and couldn't help but curl his lips, looking like he didn't believe it very much.

"What medicine, this works?" Song Zongxin said coldly, "Don't guess it, right? If you can't cure it again, can you afford it?"

"When Yang Xiang's cousin had a stroke, he only had half his life left, and he survived by a few Angong Niuhuang Pills." Mr. Tang interrupted.

Zhou Chen also suddenly remembered this.

"Yang Xiang's cousin?" Song Zuoyuan verdict undoubtedly did not know about this case. This case caused a sensation in Jiangnan, but it did not spread to Beijing. It is estimated that in the eyes of the doctors in the capital, these barbarian doctors in the south had no great achievements.

"Mr. Song, why not give it a try?" Zhou Chen did not answer the question of Song Zuoyuan's verdict, but wanted to use Angong Niuhuang Pills. Mr. Tang's words completely dispelled Zhou Chen's doubts.

Now, he just wants to save his son.

I wish you all the best in the New Year, congratulations on making a fortune and the family are happy~~ Thank you for your tolerance and understanding of me last year, and bow to you!!
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