Chapter 0001: Do Not Give Up on Treatment

The original owner of this body was Fang Jinglong, the only son of the Duke of Nanhe of the Ming Dynasty.

Fang Jifan's pupils contracted, and he cursed inwardly, for he saw that the old gentleman had taken out a silver needle about an inch long from the box, looking heartbroken as he said to Fang Jifan: "The young master's ailment is a brain disease, and one must not avoid seeking medical treatment. Come, come, do not be afraid, do not be afraid... a single needle will suffice..."

A prodigal son, notorious for his misdeeds, behaves so unusually that, in the eyes of others, he can only be regarded as a lunatic, or what else could he be

Well, in order to give up on treatment, one must be even more like Fang Jifan than he was before

Fang Jifan was so terrified that his jaw nearly dropped: "I... I am not sick..."

Xiao Xiangxiang hurriedly tried to hide, and Fang Jifan took the opportunity to back off, not continuing to harass her. Deng Jian, standing nearby, mockingly said: "Young master is wise, young master is mighty, young master remains true to himself, I am in awe, completely bowing down to you."

Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat, this is... traveling through time. He clearly heard the person in the green hat speaking in the dialect of Fengyang. As an expert in Ming history, Fang Jifan could be 100% certain that the arrangements here, along with this inexplicable man, could never have been staged even with a significant investment in film and television in his own era.

Fang Jifan's eyes revealed a look of impatience, and he encouraged himself inwardly: "Prodigal son, prodigal son, I am just a prodigal son, I must not reveal any flaws"

Oh, ancient people, looking at this somewhat mischievous fellow, Fang Jifan couldn't help but think, is this ... ? ... the ancient people?

Fang Jifan's hand gently twisted on Xiao Xiangxiang's fragrant bottom like flowing clouds and flowing water, causing Xiao Xiangxiang to tremble in fear, her eyes reddening, and tears about to fall.

Alright, alright..." Fang Jifan had no choice but to turn over and get up, changing his clothes under the service of the young girl

Fang Jifan's face was pale, and he was merely trembling with fear

The most important thing is that I have been afraid of injections since I was little

The fellow in the blue coat changed his expression and hesitantly said, "Young Master... you... you mean... there is great potential?"

The door was forcefully broken open by several strong men, each looking as fierce as wolves or tigers

The fellow in the blue hat was crouched by the bed, sobbing softly as he said: "Young Master, Young Master, Doctor Fang is a renowned physician invited by the Master. Do not be afraid; after a few months of acupuncture, you will be well. The Master has written home to instruct that as long as the Young Master can be cured, any method may be used... In any case, it is absolutely imperative not to avoid medical treatment or shy away from illness... The Young Master is the only son of the Master; please bear with it... bear with it..."

... ...

Of course, Fang Jifan had to show a lecherous expression, staring at the young girl's bosom, and with a grin said: "Xiao Xiangxiang, you have grown up, come here, let the young master take a look."

Deng Jian, wearing a blue hat, hurriedly stepped forward, bowing and saying: "Young Master, it is too early, but I am afraid you might be hungry..."

Without fear or fright, Fang Jiban felt a subtle excitement in his heart. After so many years of scholarly pursuit, he never expected that today he could catch a glimpse of the ancients

The sunlight outside also spills in, yet these robust figures obscure the excess light

Fang Jifan reflected on himself, realizing that he was still too young. Having just arrived, he actually spoke to others about achieving great accomplishments and serving the country and the people, which was quite foolish.

In the previous life, I was lonely and helpless anyway; coming to this era does not seem so bad.

Fang Jifan took a deep breath. Over the past twenty days, he had grasped the patterns and had a general understanding of this family's background. Naturally, he had also thoroughly understood the original Fang Jifan.

So foolish

Who would have thought that in the next moment, Deng Jian rolled over, looking up with excitement, and said: "Young Master’s illness has finally improved, I... I... am truly happy for the Young Master, I am overwhelmed with joy, overwhelmed with joy indeed"

Then, a man dressed in a scholar's robe, with a slight tremor and a goatee, hurried in carrying a medicine box, and excitedly said: "Young master, the young master's illness... has relapsed... Quickly, quickly, prepare the needles!"

At a command, several strong men rushed towards Fang Jifan and quickly subdued him.

And the owner of this body ... ...

Ah ... ...

Noon

At this moment, the door to the bedroom was already open, and a pretty young girl entered. Following closely behind her was Fang Jifan's attendant, the one in the blue attire and small hat, named Deng Jian

The hereditary title of earl held by the Fang family was earned during the Jingnan Campaign. Their ancestors followed the Prince of Yan, Zhu Di, from Beiping to Nanjing. Zhu Di was relatively generous, and with a wave of his hand, he granted them a secure position.

Fang Jifan is even impressed by his own heart... very large

Fang Jifan was taken aback, what on earth is going on

This is from the Hongzhi era? Fang Jifan saw a calligraphy painting on the wall, and the inscription was by a calligrapher from the Zhengtong period of the Ming Dynasty

Such a long needle has been forcefully pierced into the head; this is not treating an illness, this is murder, damn it!

The person in the blue cloak nodded slightly, yet continued to stare intently at Fang Jifan.

Twenty-seven days were sufficient for Fang Jifan to understand everything

Go to hell! Fang Jifan raised his leg and kicked Deng Jian over, angrily saying: "Young master, apart from being handsome and charming, you have no other talents. How dare you say you are wise and powerful? Can wisdom and power be eaten? You are nothing but a dog."

Both his hands and feet were under someone else's control, and that old gentleman actually inserted a silver needle directly into the back of his head. Fang Jiban stopped shouting, but was so frightened that he clenched his teeth and dared not move, fearing that any slight movement would cause the old gentleman's needle to go awry

A new day ... ... has begun again

Fang Jifan stood there like a wooden chicken, is this acceptable?

At this point, the expression on the face of the person in the blue hat shifted from confusion to sorrow. He shouted, "Young Master... Young Master... has fallen ill again... Come... someone come..."

Having received confirmation, Fang Jifan suddenly sat up from his bed, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed excitedly: "Is Prince Ning still around? There is still the rebellion of the young prince in the north, and the hand-spinning and weaving industry in the south must have begun to rise..." Fang Jifan's face was filled with excitement: "The current emperor can be considered a sage ruler, with great potential for achievement..."

Fang Jifan was taken aback, wondering if he had kicked too hard just now. What a sin, what a sin, I am truly very sorry, but... sigh, it's quite difficult for me as well. If this young master were to be refined and cultured, how could he possibly give up on treatment?

"It is only three poles..." Fang Jifan grinned and said: "Young master, am I someone who only gets up at three poles? Let me sleep for another hour!"

The little girl, frightened, had a slightly unnatural expression on her delicate face: "It is... it is already three shafts high in the sky."

Well, no wonder that merely saying a man should act like a man leads to being regarded as foolish, for this fellow is truly a scoundrel and a disgrace, the most notorious ruffian in the capital, a wastrel among wastrels, and can be described as utterly depraved

Leaning against the bed, the style of the Xuànqín table also caught Fang Jifan's attention. This is a style from the mid-Ming Dynasty, which became less popular after the Hongzhi period. The Xuànqín table appears to be newly made, thus it can be inferred that this must undoubtedly be from the Hongzhi years

The young girl arrived at the bedside and performed a bow, saying, "Young master, you are awake"

The scenery outside the window is pleasant, but Fang Jifan has no mood to appreciate it

Fang Jifan rubbed his eyes and looked blankly at the red curtains and the crimson account book before him, while in the distance were furniture pieces resembling a dazzling qin table and a zitan round stool

Deng Jian rolled on the ground, crying out in pain.

With a howl akin to that of a slaughtered pig, after a while, Fang Jifan fell silent.

The old gentleman, still holding his beard and shaking his head with a sigh, said, "There is no medicine for the brain-dead; I am merely following the ancient prescription to temporarily control the condition. Whether you can fully recover depends entirely on your own luck."

The doctor, while administering acupuncture, shook his head and said: "That's right, this is the symptom that has occurred in the past when you were ill. Young master, bear with it. My acupuncture technique has been passed down from my ancestors. It treats illnesses when they arise, and can also promote health when there are none. Young master, lie still!"

Fang Jifan said ominously: "What time is it? It's early in the morning, why is there a ghost making noise?"

Indeed. Fang Jifan perked up, realizing that he was a young master, and thus this person was either a scholar's assistant or a close attendant. His excitement had not yet faded, and with a face full of enthusiasm, he said: "As a man of great ambition in this world, one must certainly achieve success and make a name for oneself..."

Hmm

A figure in a green robe and a small hat stood in front of the curtain, staring intently at him. Then this person revealed a rather irritating smile, one that was laced with nauseating flattery: "Young master has awakened..."

Fang Jifan was very excited, this is a great era, a man of great ambition should pursue knowledge and study history, yet there are always too many regrets, having achieved little in the previous life, unexpectedly, a place has finally come where he can put his talents to use

This marks the twenty-seventh day since Fang Jifan arrived in this world. Of course, he has lost count of how many needles he has been pricked with. For Fang Jifan, each needle prick feels like a journey through the gates of hell.

Some time ago, this person fell ill, so he invited a renowned doctor to examine him. It is likely that the issue stemmed from a mental condition, and he has never given up on treatment. After Fang Jifan's time travel, the reason people mistakenly believe that he has not yet recovered is that he has become markedly different from his former reckless self. Therefore, the treatment must continue

An ancient "renowned physician" inserted a silver needle into the back of your head and gently stirred it. To this day, Fang Jiban recalls it and trembles all over.

Bang

Fang Jifan could not help but smile, for he worked in the library and was dedicated to the study of the Ming Dynasty. Not only did he possess a profound understanding of Ming history, but he was also well-versed in the local chronicles of that era. To put it bluntly, he could recall even the details of which county had how many thieves on which date, thanks to his remarkable memory.

Fang Jifan sighed inwardly, feeling somewhat reluctant, but upon seeing Deng Jian beside him, he quickly crossed his hands and said, "Hahaha... the little girl is actually shy, don't be afraid, young master will take care of you."