Zaichun did not wear a dragon robe today, but was wearing a solemn black suit and a black top hat. He looked very depressed at a young age.

Before he entered the ward, British doctors had given Sir Gordon, the injured Qing guards and British military and police an injection of morphine to refresh themselves. So when Zai Chun walked into the ward, he looked at the wounded and looked very energetic.

"Thank you for your bravery, does the wound hurt?"

"What's your name? Serve in that unit? Thank you for your brave fight with the Assassin!"

Zaichun walked over the hospital beds one by one, first greeting the British military and police. These people did not expect that the Chinese emperor would come to visit him in person, and each of them was filled with tears of excitement.

This is the emperor. The emperor visited me and shook hands with me. Such a glorious thing can be played for the rest of his life.

Zaichun greeted each wounded a few words and shook hands enthusiastically. Behind him was a group of reporters pressing the shutter, so such a friendly image as the emperor could be on the headlines of the newspaper.

Today is the Duke of Newcastle accompanying the young emperor on a trip. There are more than 500 fully armed royal guards outside the military camp protecting Emperor Tongzhi. Britain has put in a desperate effort, for fear of another accident.

"Reward!" After every time I patiently comforted the wounded, Emperor Tongzhi would say the word "Reward" with confidence, and Manshun had already made preparations. A small gold ingot of five taels was stuffed directly into the hands of the wounded.

"God! What is this? Is it gold!"

Gold ingots are not ordinary market goods. They are all refined by the Ministry of Internal Affairs. They are usually celebrated during the New Year and during the holidays. They are used as gifts for rewards and New Year’s money.

The casting is extremely exquisite and the purity of gold is also very high. It is not a circulating currency, which is a typical collectible. The bottom of the gold ingot contains the name of the casting master and the time for casting. At the top of the ingot, there is also the word "Fu" imitating the word "Kangxi Ye".

A ingot from Jin Cancan was heavy in his hand. The Duke of Newcastle next to him was a person who knew the goods. Such ingots were marked by the royal family of the Qing Empire. If they were put on the market for auction, they would be sold at a high price of 5,000 or 6,000 pounds.

The total annual income of ordinary military and police is only four or five hundred pounds. After receiving such a generous reward, the wounded were all a little at a loss.

"Take it, no reward can express our gratitude, nor do you represent your loyalty and courage. This is what you have won!"

"Thank you, thank you, Your Majesty!" These British military and police were all excited with enough treasures to pass on their families.

After visiting all the wounded people in the UK, they were the guards and eunuchs of Emperor Tongzhi. These were the emperor's own slaves, so naturally they didn't need to be superficial.

Emperor Tongzhi nodded, and Xiao Sixi ran up to pass the emperor's oral order, "I am very comforted. All the ministers have worked hard to protect my Qing Dynasty. Naturally, I will not treat you badly!"

"Anyone who died in battle will be promoted to a higher level, and the official position will be promoted to a third level, and the reward will be given to ten thousand taels of silver. The family will select children from near-brained bloodline to inherit the title and official position..."

"All injured people will be promoted to one level, and will be rewarded with 6,000 taels of silver and a yellow jacket! After returning home, they will be given priority to join the army and lead the troops..."

The last sentence of the play is in this sentence. The silver rewards and yellow jackets are all empty. Priority to leading troops is the reward. The eyes of several guards are blue. With this help of rescue, they will have a scramble to get a scramble in the new army. The future will be limitless.

At that time, Lian Jiu and Hu Xiaoxin wanted to struggle to get up and kowtow, and Zai Chun wanted to act in the whole set of acting, of course they would not really kowtow, so he quickly reached out and pressed them down.

"You are trying to protect my injuries, so there is no need to be too polite! Do your best in the future and I will naturally share the wealth and honor with you!"

After walking past the hospital beds of these guards, Zai Chun came to the noblest Sir Gordon among the wounded. Gordon had just lost 1,800cc of plasma and received another injection of morphine. His spirit had obviously improved a lot.

Seeing Zai Chun walking to his side, he struggled to sit up. Zai Chun quickly took two steps and pressed him down, "Don't move, don't touch the wound, be careful, be careful..."

"Long live..." Gordon almost cried when his eyes heated up.

Zai Chun looked at Gordon and felt mixed emotions. If Gordon hadn't come out to block the knife for him at the most critical moment, then his life would have been lost.

In fact, not only the assassins did not forget Gordon, this unexpected variable, but even Zai Chun himself did not expect Gordon to jump out and use his life to block the knife for him.

Although Gordon had fought in the Qing Dynasty and was considered a senior member of the Qing military officer system, no one in the Qing Empire, including the royal family, really trusted him.

If you are not my race, your heart will be different. After all, Gordon was a British man. Before Emperor Tongzhi, he was regarded as a mercenary.

During this time in London, Gordon and Zaichun seemed to have a close relationship, but they were just using each other. Gordon was a lobbyist sent by the British government, and Zaichun just used Gordon to bargain with the British government.

However, this assassination changed the relationship between Zai Chun and Gordon. At the critical moment of life and death, no one expected that Gordon would rush forward and use his life to help Emperor Tongzhi block the knife.

After this assassination, when Gordon's injury was recovered, his London friend once asked him after drinking, why could he rush out to block the knife for Emperor Tongzhi? Are you really not afraid of death?

Gordon thought for a long time, and with the alcohol, he said the truth, "To be honest, in the moment when people were in a flash of lightning at the critical moment of life and death, they didn't have time to think too much!"

"I was also confused at that time. When I rushed forward, I really didn't think he was the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, and I didn't consider the pros and cons of this behavior!"

"At that time... I knew he was a thirteen-year-old child and was about to be in danger of his life, and then... I subconsciously rushed over!"

This is a big truth, Gordon's heart-wrenching truth, but he never expected that this subconscious action would bring a huge change to his fate.

Zaichun and Gordon were speechless, silent for three minutes, and finally Emperor Tongzhi spoke, "My Admiral, what reward do you want?"

At this moment, the morphine medicine on Gordon's body was about to pass, and the wound on his back was leaking out with sticky blood. He endured the pain and said with a strong heart.

"Your Majesty, if I can choose... I hope to get blood transfusion technology, and I hope to let more wounded people be treated!"

"In Chinese words, isn't this a great thing to accumulate virtue and do good deeds? I hope Your Majesty can be grateful!"
Chapter completed!