Chapter 536: A Fish

Baifeng looked out the window; it was still pitch black. He had lost his sense of time, but he figured that even if he could sleep for another day and night, Miaoyin probably couldn't. It was likely nighttime now.

He only felt very tired and weary, his stomach was starting to growl, and he had no strength in his body. Although he wasn't sleepy, he just wanted to lie there and keep sleeping.

Baifeng let out a long yawn, and Miaoyin instantly rolled off him: "Daddy, your breath is so stinky."

Baifeng smiled without saying anything; after suffering from heatstroke and sleeping for so long, how could his breath not be stinky? Miaoyin wasn't much better off. Seeing two servants in the room carefully attending to them, Baifeng didn't know how long they had been there or if they were the same two from the morning, but he just calmly instructed them: "Go see if the Doctor is resting. If he is resting, call the doctor currently on duty. Also, prepare some food for me; plain porridge is fine. Prepare something else for the Princess."

The two servants rose and bowed, answered in the affirmative, and then hurried out. In the dim room, Baifeng fell silent. The dream he had just had was a bit too real, so real that he was still afraid. Thinking of the deceased Chi, Baifeng couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Over these years, he had never been able to bring himself to kill, yet by now, the number of people he had killed with his own hands was not small. Clearly, he had grown accustomed to life and death, and in his previous life, he had witnessed many people die at his post, but when death happened to someone close and important to him, it was still hard to let go.

Miaoyin also noticed that her father was acting a bit strange, assuming it was because he was still ill, so she pressed her head against Baifeng's stomach, saying nothing. The room was too quiet, so quiet that Baifeng wanted to close his eyes again.

Fortunately, the Doctor came in at this moment. He lit the several Oil Lamps in the room, and Baifeng's discomfort lessened significantly.

The Doctor looked very haggard. Baifeng asked with concern: "Why haven't you gone to rest? You didn't stand guard for another whole day, did you?"

The Doctor gave a bitter smile: "Not at all. In the morning, I saw that you were recovering well, so after you fell asleep, I went back to catch some sleep too. However, there are indeed many people with heatstroke right now, and I couldn't keep up, so I didn't sleep long before I went back to work."

"You've trained your students well enough; they can handle heatstroke. You should let go and let them do it. You cannot let your own body collapse. It wasn't easy for me to cultivate you."

The pressure for the Doctor to communicate with Baifeng was not too great. In all of Huaxia, he was the only one who could call Baifeng Teacher. Having spent so many years together, their relationship was still very close. Even as Baifeng's status grew higher and higher, the Doctor still called him Teacher, only calling him King when holding meetings in the Chaotang.

According to Baifeng's original saying, the Doctor was considered Baifeng's son. In the order of Heaven Earth Sovereign Kin Teacher, Teacher came after Kin. The Doctor was not as good as Yulong and the others, but he was closer to Baifeng than anyone else; even Wu and Xiong could not compare to the Doctor.

Hearing his Teacher's concern, the Doctor still said somewhat miserably: "You're lecturing me, but you collapsed before I did, which means you need to pay more attention to your health than I do."

Upon hearing this, Baifeng laughed heartily, taking the Doctor's concern to heart.

At this time, the Doctor's disciples also brought over the medicine. They could have followed the Doctor and called him Grand-Teacher, but because they spent so little time together and Baifeng only occasionally gave them a lecture, Baifeng was still too majestic and distant to them. They dared not use the term Grand-Teacher and could only call him King. They also envied their own teacher from the bottom of their hearts for being able to be so close to the King.

A servant walked in with freshly heated porridge, while another went to notify Sui and the others, also arranging for the family cook to make some good food for the Princess. The Hospital had no conditions for cooking, only porridge that had been boiled long ago that could be reheated.

Baifeng asked the servant to prepare things for washing up. He felt his face was sticky and his mouth felt uncomfortable, so he wanted to wash up first to see if his head could clear up a bit.

Seeing this, the Doctor rose from the bedside: "Then Teacher, you go ahead and wash up. Drink the medicine after you finish your meal. I will take my leave first."

Baifeng said with a smile: "I know that better than you do. You hurry back to rest as well. There are no patients so important that you must guard here."

The Doctor also wanted to ease Baifeng's mood: "Aren't you my most important patient?"

Baifeng waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal: "All your skills were taught by me; do you think I can't cure myself?"

The Doctor's expression was a bit cheeky: "That's not necessarily true. You haven't seen a single patient in years; perhaps you've returned all your skills to the Heavenly God. Now, I am the number one doctor in Huaxia."

There were not many people in Huaxia who could talk to Baifeng so freely. Yulong and Changle were older now and a bit more reserved. Baifeng was truly amused after hearing this: "Then you brat, just wait. One day I will test you. If you can't answer, I will spank you in front of your disciples."

The Doctor hurriedly made a gesture of covering his buttocks: "Better not. Your skills are higher than mine. Even if you don't practice medicine for another ten years, you are still the number one doctor in Huaxia. You eat slowly; I'm going back to rest now."

Baifeng smiled and told him to hurry off, saying nothing more.

As soon as the Doctor stepped out of the room, his laughing expression immediately turned serious. Recalling something, he couldn't help but feel a surge of grief and shed a few tears in the darkness. Fortunately, no one could see. His disciples were skilled enough, but there was absolutely no feeling of closeness; it was more like a superior-subordinate relationship.

His disciple followed behind without a word. After the Doctor sobbed, he gave instructions to his disciple to handle the night shift well and then left directly.

After Baifeng washed up and finished the plain porridge, the whole family came over. The servants carried in a small table and several stools, brought a few dishes, quickly set everything up, and after adding ice cubes to the room, they immediately exited.

Chinv came forward eagerly, holding Baifeng's hand, tears swirling in her eyes. One thing Chinv was better at than Sui was that her emotions were passionate and unhidden. Sui was a bit timid; although she could speak on Baifeng's behalf at home, she was a bit too reserved in her emotions, or rather, she didn't know how to express herself boldly.

Baifeng comforted everyone, saying he was fine, and then told Miaoyin to hurry and eat. Having not eaten for a day, Miaoyin was starving. She jumped off the bed and sat on the stool without even putting on her shoes.

He doted on Miaoyin too much. Although Miaoyin now had an extremely beautiful appearance, it was a pity she didn't have any of the grace of a young lady of a noble house that Baifeng had imagined. Fortunately, Baifeng had come to terms with it; it didn't matter what girls in this era were like, even if they were wielding a Knife like Qinyang, that was fine too.

Baifeng frowned as he finished a bowl of very bitter medicine, then rinsed his mouth with water.

But when he saw a plate of fish on the table, he froze, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart. Seeing that her father was acting strange, Changle hurriedly walked to the bedside to ask.

Baifeng only said: "It's nothing, the medicine is too bitter, let me recover for a moment."