Fu Su laughed so hard that Wine Master couldn't even hold his hands steady. Wang Jian, a straight man of steel, didn't understand the feelings of girls at all.
She said that because she felt embarrassed, but you made her run away with just one sentence.
Wang Jian was dumbfounded. He frowned and looked at Fu Su." Young Master Fusu, what are you laughing at?"
Fu Su held his forehead with his hand and tried to suppress his laughter.""It's fine, it's fine. I just thought of something funny.”
Wang Jian nodded his head and then helplessly looked at the position of Wang Yaotong's boudoir and said,"Young Master Fusu, this old man is not joking with you. This granddaughter of mine really said that she would only marry you.”
Fu Su looked at Wang Jian's serious explanation and laughed until his stomach hurt. His entire body trembled.
Brother, can you stop talking? If I were your granddaughter, I would hang myself in a minute. This is too embarrassing.
At this moment, a eunuch walked in from outside the mansion in a panic. As soon as he entered, he cupped his fists.
"Young Master Fusu, His Majesty has invited you."
Wang Jian's interest was piqued. He, the old man, loved to join in the fun the most.
"Why is Your Majesty looking for Young Master Fusu?”
The eunuch hurriedly said," Lord Meng Yi got on his horse when he was drunk. He didn't expect to fall off his horse. The Imperial Physician Xia Wuqie said that Lord Meng Yi had broken his arms. He couldn't do anything about it.”
Fu Su immediately understood. Xia Wuqi couldn't treat his fracture, so the First Emperor asked him, a disciple of the immortals, to treat Meng Yi.
However, he did not know if Fu Su could be cured. After all, it was a fracture. There were no operating theaters in this era. If he could not be cured, his reputation as an " immortal disciple " would plummet.
This was difficult.
Fu Su stood up and cupped his hands at Wang Jian."Old General, I'll be going then."
How could Wang Jian let go of the opportunity to personally see this immortal disciple, Fu Su, display his immortal technique?
"Young Master, I will go with you."
The two of them walked out of Wang Jian's mansion and boarded the carriage that was headed to Meng Yi's mansion.
In the boudoir, Wang Yaotong looked at Fu Su's back and her heart was beating fast. When she thought of Fu Su's soul-stirring smile, her face could not help but turn red again.
In Meng Yi's residence.
The First Emperor sat at Meng Yi's bedside with a glass of beer in his hand, gloating.
"I say, Minister Meng, you're really amazing. You can even fall off a horse. Where do you want your brother to put his face?”
Meng Yi shook his head with a bitter smile." Your Majesty, please don't laugh at me. I'm just drunk."”
Meng Yi did not care much about his injuries. Anyway, with Fu Su, this immortal disciple, his injuries would definitely recover.
Just now, Meng Yi, who had drunk too much beer, suddenly pulled out his bronze sword and shouted that his big sword was already thirsty.
No matter how the servants tried to persuade him, he would not listen. Then, he climbed onto the horse without wearing any clothes. He did not expect the horse to throw him off the horse as soon as it ran out of the Meng residence.
The moment he fell, he immediately woke up. He lay on the ground and began to howl like a wolf.
This was what it meant to be crazy and get hit by a brick.
The servants immediately carried Meng Yi back to the residence. The doctors in the residence did not know where Meng Yi was injured.
He had no choice but to invite Xia Wuqie over. Xia Wuqie came to check Meng Yi's pulse and concluded that Meng Yi had broken both his arms, and he could not cure them.
When Meng Yi heard this, he began to cry loudly on the bed. As he cried, he scolded the servants for not persuading him.
The servants were all dumbfounded.
Big brother, you're holding the bronze sword in your hand, and you're making sparks and lightning all the way. Who dares to forcefully persuade you? If you slip and stab us to death, who will we talk to?
Meng Yi did not care about this. He scolded like those women who made a scene. If his hands could not recover, he would break all the hands of these servants.
The servants were all smiling, but their hearts were filled with anger.
However, there was nothing they could do about it. They were just servants. Even if they were killed, no one would say anything.
Fortunately, Meng Yi remembered Fu Su, the " immortal disciple ", so he sent someone to report to the First Emperor first. Then, he asked the First Emperor to order Fu Su to treat Meng Yi.
When the First Emperor saw Meng Yi like this, he immediately laughed. He really couldn't understand why this censor, Meng Yi, was like a child.
"Phew."
The carriage slowly stopped outside Meng Yi Manor.
"Old General, Young Master, we've arrived.”
The two of them jumped down from the carriage and walked into Meng Yi's residence.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"Your son greets father."
When the First Emperor saw Fu Su, he immediately beamed with joy. Usually, no matter who was with Wang Jian, he would greet Wang Jian first. This time, he said to Fu Su for the first time,"
"Fusu, thank you for your hard work."
Fu Su nodded and walked to Meng Yi's bedside without saying anything.
"Young Master Fusu, please save me. My arm can't be broken.”
As he spoke, Meng Yi even started sobbing.
If the First Emperor wasn't here to help Su, he would definitely laugh. Big brother, don't cry. Why do you look like a woman with a full beard?
"Lord Meng, sorry for offending you."
Fu Su cupped his hands and reached out to touch Meng Yi's arm.
When the First Emperor and Wang Jian saw this scene, they began to secretly discuss.
"Old General, do you think Fu Su can cure Meng Yi?”
"Your Majesty, Young Master is an immortal disciple. He can definitely cure him.”
If Fu Su heard this, he might explode. Big Brother, when did I say that I could definitely cure him? You can eat without thinking, but you can't talk without thinking.
At this moment, Fu Su lifted Meng Yi's arms and examined them carefully. Meng Yi was in so much pain that tears kept rolling in his eyes.
After carefully observing Meng Yi's arm, Fu Su frowned.
This isn't a fracture, it's just a normal dislocated joint. Xia Wuque, your medical skills are too bad, aren't they? No wonder the records never mentioned your medical skills.
However, this is easy to handle. As long as I reattach your arm, everyone will think that I have cured your fracture. This is not a loss.
Fu Su slowly placed his hand on Meng Yi's shoulder joint.
"Lord Meng, bear with it."
Before Meng Yi could react, Fu Su's hand instantly exerted force. With a " pa " sound, a sharp pain instantly entered Meng Yi's shoulder.
"Ahhhh!"
Meng Yi let out a blood-curdling scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered. The entire Meng Residence was swept away by this sound.
The First Emperor and Wang Jian, who were whispering to each other, were shocked.
Fu Su's ears were about to go deaf from the noise. Wasn't this too f * cking loud?
Who said that the ancients were not afraid of death or pain? Stand out.
Fu Su did not stop and pulled Meng Yi's other arm. The First Emperor and Wang Jian sensibly covered their ears with their fingers.
"Ahhhh!"
The sound of a pig being slaughtered rang out again.
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