My heart suddenly became furious, and I stretched out my hand to the back of Governor Feng’s head and slapped him:

"You are already an adult with three children, and you don't have any moral education? You only know how to drink it yourself, but you don't know how to pour it for me? You don't even have the prime minister in your eyes?"

 This is what Governor Feng was waiting for!

 Instead of pouring tea for Zhuge Liang, he put his tea cup further away, then turned around and looked at the prime minister steadily:

“Prime Minister, actually I have one more thing to do when I come back this time.”

"explain."

 “The prime minister’s condition.”

 Compared with the previous one which was a bit loose, Governor Feng was obviously much more serious this time.

 The Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty knew that this was the real purpose of his trip, and he sat up straight at the moment:

 “What do you want to say?”

Feng Yong thought about his language for a moment, and then said slowly:

"Before I came here, I actually asked the doctor in the palace. The prime minister's illness is an old one."

“This time the condition has worsened, accompanied by vomiting blood and difficulty eating and drinking. I would like to ask the Prime Minister, have these symptoms occurred before? Or is it just this time?”

“What you have learned is quite complicated. Is it possible that you also understand medicine?”

Zhuge Liang smiled and asked.

Feng Yong did not answer the prime minister’s joke-like question, but still said seriously:

“Prime Minister, you know your physical condition better than anyone else. If you don’t want to treat it, no one can do anything about it.”

“But the prime minister, adhering to the late emperor’s legacy, wants to revive the Han Dynasty and return it to the old capital. Now a large army of Wei thieves have gathered in Guanzhong, and Chang’an is already in sight, but it is still in the hands of the thieves.”

“I wonder if the Prime Minister is sure that he can regain Guanzhong before his condition gets out of control? If not, the late Emperor met the Prime Minister underground and asked about the old capital. Has the Prime Minister thought about how to answer?”

 After being silent for a long time, Zhuge Liang sighed:

 “I am ashamed of my late emperor...”

“Then why didn’t the prime minister take good care of him? Even if he couldn’t see the day when the Central Plains was restored, he would at least have to wait until the day when he returned to the old capital, so that he wouldn’t be embarrassed to face the late emperor.”

 Zhuge Liang smiled bitterly and shook his head:

“As you just said, I know my health better than anyone else. These old diseases have become more serious day by day over the years.”

“Actually, two years ago, I already had vomiting of blood, but I just hid it to prevent others from knowing.”

 Feng Yong continued to ask:

“In addition to the conditions mentioned by the Prime Minister and the doctor, I often experience burning pain in my abdomen half an hour after eating. Are there any other conditions?”

“For example, if there is frequent reflux of gas in the stomach, is the arrow pulled out black or even dark red...”

When the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty heard these last words, his eyes became strange.

 You have to ask about Raya?

But the more Feng Yong behaved like this, the more the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty became suspicious: Could it be that he had really studied medicine?

“The situations you mentioned do indeed exist...”

“I know that the Prime Minister has been working too hard. Does he often stay up late?”

 “There are many government affairs...”

Feng Yongyong ignored the excuses of the Han Prime Minister and knocked on the tea cup away from the Prime Minister:

“When the Prime Minister stays up late, does he often drink tea to refresh himself?”

When tea was first made, Feng Yong tricked Zhao Guang once with strong tea and made the guy drink a large pot of tea at night.

Then the next day, because of lack of sleep, this guy was mistaken by Huang Yueying for being overly drunk...

So it’s no secret that tea can refresh you.

Coupled with the reaction of the Prime Minister when he deliberately refused to pour tea for the Prime Minister, Feng Yong has every reason to believe that the Prime Minister may be addicted to tea.

Seeing Feng Yong repeatedly asking about the point, Zhuge Liang couldn't help but become serious.

“That’s right, this tea soup can not only cultivate the body and nourish the mind, but also refresh the mind. It is a fine drink and I always like to drink it.”

Feng Yong asked seriously:

“Prime Minister, can you think carefully about whether the old diseases in your body have become more frequent since you like to drink tea soup, or like to use tea soup to refresh yourself when you stay up late?”

 Zhuge Liang's expression changed: "What do you mean?"

“Prime Minister, think about it carefully first!” Governor Feng said impatiently, “If the Prime Minister can answer my question in detail, maybe I can think of some ideas.”

Fan A and Li Dangzhi did not have the courage to question the Han Prime Minister in detail.

 There are some issues that still require Feng Yong to ask himself in order to figure them out.

Doctors hate it most when patients talk a lot without getting to the main point.

 Because there is no way to effectively find out the disease.

"When you said it like this, I realized that it was indeed the case. I thought it was because my old illness had been delayed for too long in the past two years and became more serious."

Zhuge Liang said while recalling, and then looked at Feng Yong with hope in his eyes:

“You are actually good at medicine?”

Feng Yong shook his head: "Prime Minister, after so many years, you still don't understand me? How do I know any medical skills?"

When Zhuge Liang heard this, he felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head.

He smiled bitterly and said: "I think too much. Alas, it would be great if God could give me a few more years..."

Feng Jishi finally poured himself another cup of tea and took a sip. Then he glanced at the somewhat sad Han Prime Minister and said slowly:

“I don’t know much about medicine, but I have seen a person suffering from the same disease as the Prime Minister.”

"Um?"

"This man is from my master's sect. He has a nickname, Jiuye."

 “Jiuye?”

Feng Yong nodded: "Yes. Drinking too much strong tea, drinking too much, often staying up late, eating improperly, and thinking too much are all causes of this disease."

“What happened to the bartender later?”

“He’s cured.” Governor Feng took a leisurely breath of tea foam and said.

 The Han Prime Minister's eyes lit up and he even breathed a little faster.

"What did you say?!"

“I said that the wine master has been cured. If nothing else happens, he will almost live a hundred years.”

 “How...how to treat it?”

“Don’t drink tea, don’t drink alcohol, don’t stay up late, don’t work too hard, don’t think too much, and eat properly.”

Feng Jishi replied seriously.
Chapter completed!