The Reborn Girl Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 118 My foster brother went to the capital instead of me

Ji Sheng had already given the Seventh Prince medicine, and the worms had been expelled. The pain was gone, but his body had weakened. He couldn't be exposed to the wind or overexerted himself. At such a young age, he could no longer run and jump carefree. He now spent more time sleeping than awake.

This made Concubine Shu, who loved her son very heartbroken.

"Doctor Ji, your Ji family has always been known for its excellent medical skills. Can you think of a way to make my prince get better?"

Ji Sheng sighed and shook his head: "Your Majesty, I have tried my best."

Concubine Shu also knew that being able to save a life was a blessing, but, it was just her prince...

There were faint cries behind him, but Ji Sheng's heart remained calm. He had already done a great service by removing the flesh worms from the Seventh Prince's body. As for whether the Seventh Prince would become a sickly person and thus lose his chance to inherit the throne, what did it have to do with him?

Wanting to be completely cured and recover as before is not possible at all. The ancestors of the Ji family have not figured it out, and no one will figure it out in the future.

It's just that he lives a generation shorter, and the royal family will still be grateful to him.

This time, Concubine Shu did not give him any reward, which made Ji Sheng unhappy.

He was already working in the Imperial Medical Bureau, but unlike Ji Yanli in his previous life who only treated the emperor, other people in the palace would seek him out for angina pectoris, while almost everyone else would seek out other imperial physicians.

Ji Sheng didn't understand what went wrong. In his previous life, people were vying to give Ji Yanli's house as a gift, but in this life, he could only use his salary to rent a small courtyard to live in. The strong contrast made his face even gloomier, and he ignored his colleagues who greeted him.

My colleagues curled their lips imperceptibly. It was just that he had a future thanks to the help of his ancestors. His medical skills were terrible. I didn't understand why he was so arrogant.

Ji Sheng maintained his cold expression until he left the palace. When he reached his own small courtyard and saw the beggar wandering at the door, the anger he had been suppressing finally erupted.

"Where did this beggar come from? Get out of here!"

He kicked the thin beggar and knocked him to the ground.

"You all look down on me, don't you? Ah! You think I'm not as good as him? You're a bunch of dogs who look down on others with evil eyes!"

The beggar tried to stand up and speak several times, but was kicked down by him. Ji Sheng didn't stop until the beggar lay on the ground crying.

The voice sounded familiar. Ji Sheng frowned and looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he shouted, "Get out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for breaking down your door and accusing you of stealing!"

The beggar turned his head, and the dirt on his face was washed away by his tears, revealing his original appearance.

"Jisung, it's me. I'm here to see you."

Ji Sheng looked at her in surprise for a long moment before he asked speechlessly, "Why are you here?"

"I miss you, Brother Ji Yan. My mother died, and my father suddenly became a different person. I'm so scared."

Qiao Chuzhu cried in grievance.

"Go in first."

Ji Sheng opened the door and let her in. When she finished washing up and sat down to devour a plate of snacks, Ji Sheng asked, "You are in the capital. Where is Ji Yanli? How is he?"

Qiao Chuzhu said casually: "Him? Of course he is in the village."

Before she could take another bite, Ji Sheng slapped the snack out of her hand. Qiao Chuzhu looked up and met Ji Sheng's cold eyes.

"So, you didn't do what I told you to do, right?"

There was danger in his tone, and even Qiao Chuzhu, who was slow-witted, could sense it.