MTL - Full-level Medical Repair Returns To True and False Thousand Gold Texts-Chapter 13 quality
Chapter 13 is Quality
Mrs. Gu Tai took over the string of beads picked up by the maid, and muttered to herself, "So soon?"
Eight years ago, when the late emperor was still alive, the Dajing Dynasty signed an armistice agreement with the Southern Yue Kingdom. As a sign of sincerity, the late emperor sent the eldest emperor, Sun Chuyi, who was only ten years old at the time, to the Yue Kingdom as a pledge, which lasted for eight years.
At the end of last year, the late emperor passed away, and he officially ascended the throne at the beginning of this year, so he negotiated with the Yue Kingdom to recruit Chu Yi to return to China.
This is a major event related to the country, and it has been widely spread in the capital. Many people are worried that the country of Yue will not be able to magnify the prince's safe return to the country.
Originally, Mrs. Gu Tai thought so, and even secretly expected it.
But the reality was poured down like a bucket of cold water, and the eldest prince returned to the country smoothly!
Madam Xu didn't know what Madam Gu was thinking, so she flattered and said, "It's really God's blessing, the emperor has been looking forward to it for eight years, and it's finally here."
"..." Mrs. Gu Tai's face instantly sank, and she squinted at Xu Mamma gloomily.
Madam Xu felt her scalp go numb, and she hurriedly replied: "Madam, His Highness the First Prince seems to be seriously ill, and the accompanying personal guards invited a doctor to see a doctor on their own. Unexpectedly, not only did His Highness fail to be cured, but the disease became more serious. Yes. The personal guard had no choice but to alert the prefect, and today the prefect has just invited His Highness to the Danyang Office."
Seriously ill? ! Mrs. Gu Tai's eyes lit up, and her heart beat faster.
It would be great if the eldest prince really died of a serious illness.
Today, I have always been frail and sickly, and it is difficult to prolong my life. If the eldest prince has another emergency, in the future... according to the etiquette, the ministers will have to ask the queen mother, zongling and pavilion elders to choose a suitable new monarch among the clansmen.
The current empress dowager is the successor of the previous emperor.
King Kang is her only parent and child, occupying the title of direct son, and he is known as a virtuous name. It is conceivable that he will be the first person to inherit the throne.
Mrs. Gu Tai seemed to see the grand occasion of King Kang's enthronement, and a hot light flashed in her eyes.
Her sister-in-law will definitely marry King Kang. In the future, his wife will become the empress of the dignified and grand Jing Dynasty, and the mother will honor the world.
At that time, their Dingyuanhou Mansion, as the mother's family of the queen, will definitely be able to return to its former glory... No, it's a higher level!
Mrs. Gu Tai turned slightly and looked up in the direction of the Danyang Office.
Above the sky, there are no clouds.
The weather has been very hot recently, the air is dull, there is no wind, from trees to people are listless and lazy.
Only the Danyang government office in the center of the city is an exception. The entire prefect government is waiting for the presence of distinguished guests.
An octagonal palace lantern was lit in the hall, and the candles were shining brightly.
"Cough cough..."
The handsome young man sitting on the top put his fists against his lips, his face was half down, and he continued to cough.
He was wearing a snow-white robe, spotless, like black hair loosely half bundled and half loose.
The warm candlelight poured on him gently, coating him with a layer of gold powder, and the skin was faintly shimmering with a pale golden luster, which made his face pale as paper, and the tears at the end of his eyes were as bright as blood. Elegant beauty.
"Your Highness, are you alright?" A middle-aged man wearing a fourth-grade embroidered cloud geese robe next to him bowed and asked cautiously.
Chu Yi wiped his mouth with a white handkerchief. There was a morbid flush on his pale cheeks, and his thin chest heaved slightly.
"Shang Ke, Lord Lao He is worried." He smiled slightly, his voice was a little hoarse, and his demeanor was gentle and refined.
The character of this eldest prince is as gentle as rumored, Corporal Li Xian. He Zhifu thought to himself, and said again: "Xiaguan, let someone go to see the doctor..."
Before he finished speaking, a small servant of medium stature walked in quickly and said to He Zhifu, "Master, Dr. Cheng is here."
After half a cup of tea, a doctor in his fifties with a cyan straight robe hurriedly followed the servant into the hall. He had a national character face, a goatee on his chin, a black turban, and fine beads of sweat on his forehead and neck. .
Doctor Cheng had already been warned, knowing that today's patient is a noble person, and saluted the two of them with sincerity and fear.
He Zhifu commanded with a dignified expression: "Doctor Cheng, you carefully examine His Highness's pulse."
Doctor Cheng responded again and again, and then asked Chu Yi to stretch out his left wrist, respectfully checked the pulse of the other party, and lowered his eyes.
The pulsation under the finger is soft and heavy, soft and slippery, like cotton with insufficient water.
The hall was silent.
After a while, Dr. Cheng finally retracted his hand, wiped the sweat with his cuff, and then said euphemistically: "His Royal Highness is lacking in qi and blood, and his cowardice is not firm, and even the wind and evil have invaded, please give your Highness some warm care. the formula."
Chu Yi turned his face slightly, covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed a few times.
Xiao Shi gently stroked his back, and shouted at Doctor Cheng angrily: "What are you doctors saying, what are you talking about, what is the blood deficiency, when will our Highness's illness get better?"
"..." Dr. Cheng was sweating profusely, and said hesitantly, "Then you have to take a few doses before you know..."
Xiao Shi wanted to say something, but saw Chu Yi raised his hand to signal him to keep silent.
Chu Yi smiled gently: "Doctor Cheng, I'm in a hurry..."
"It doesn't matter." How dare Dr. Cheng care about the people around the eldest prince.
Soon, there was a young servant ready to write and ink, and He Zhifu on the side told him in a high tone: "Doctor Cheng, if you need any precious medicinal materials, just say it."
Doctor Cheng agreed several times, quickly wrote the recipe, and instructed some precautions for decoction, so that Chu Yi could take a good rest. From the beginning to the end, he didn't dare to look directly at Chu Yi.
Chu Yi seemed to feel that his subordinates were being disrespectful, so he instructed another guard: "Sihai, you send Doctor Cheng out."
The plain-looking young man in gray clasped his fists to lead the order, and personally sent Dr. Cheng out.
The sunset at dusk was golden, so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes, and the viscous air seemed to freeze.
After passing through a moon gate, Sihai suddenly stopped, stretched out an arm to stop Dr. Cheng, and asked, "Will the first prince recover?"
There was no one around except the two of them.
Doctor Cheng looked at the four seas crampedly, swallowed, and said, "The villain's medical skills are limited... However, the imperial physician should have a way."
Sihai stared at Dr. Cheng without blinking. After three breaths of silence, he said in a cold voice, "Let him naturally weaken and then die. You should be able to do something, right?"
The light of the setting sun filtered through the layers of leaves, casting mottled light and shadow on the face of the four seas, making his original ordinary face look very strange.
Doctor Cheng: "!!"
Even if he tried to calm down, his eyes were still slightly widened uncontrollably, his pupils flickered, and his body tensed.
(end of this chapter)
