The CEO's Substitute Wife Is A Genius-Chapter 357: Taking a Fancy to the Divine Doctor, Seeking to Become the Fourth Wife
Chapter 357: Chapter 357: Taking a Fancy to the Divine Doctor, Seeking to Become the Fourth Wife
"Switch to the other hand."
Jiang Man was not at all affected by the Queen’s interference.
After taking the Prince’s pulse on the right hand, she did the same with the left.
"Stick out your tongue."
Jiang Man wanted to see the Prince’s tongue coating.
In Chinese medicine, ’inspection’ involves observing the color of the tongue coating to determine the condition of the body, which is a basic method.
However, upon hearing this, the Queen became uneasy.
Because she did not understand Chinese medicine, she assumed Jiang Man was openly challenging royal authority by introducing something unconventional.
In public view, without regard for the presence of the King and herself, was Jiang Man brazenly flirting with the Prince?
Sticking out the tongue seemed quite indecent, even extremely frivolous.
Jiang Man understood cultural differences, but not the Queen’s unwarranted malice toward her.
"What is the meaning of this? How dare you have the Prince perform such fawning acts before you?"
"Your Majesty, this is a basic diagnostic method in Chinese medicine. I understand your concerns, but please hold off until I have completed diagnosing the illness, OK?" Jiang Man replied, exceedingly polite.
After all, the woman was the Queen of the country, with status and position.
To avoid unnecessary trouble, it was important to maintain the required etiquette.
"Fine, if you can’t provide a reason for the Prince’s illness today, don’t expect to leave this palace unscathed!" The Queen snapped, as if she was ready to skin Jiang Man after the fact.
Jiang Man ’shushed’ softly.
The always elegant Prince couldn’t help but chuckle, though he tried to hold it back, Jiang Man still caught the slight movement at the corner of his mouth.
His azure eyes were already bewitching, and when he smiled, he gave off an irresistible charm.
He didn’t say a word, just obediently opened his mouth and shyly stuck out a small part of his tongue.
"Extend it a bit longer."
Jiang Man glanced briefly, her expression unchanged.
The Prince licked his lips and tried harder to stick out his tongue.
He looked like a teased bride, his cheeks instantly flushed, the redness spreading to the tips of his ears.
"That’s enough."
Jiang Man looked away and withdrew her hand from the pulse-taking position.
She sat up straight, indifferent, "After 3-4 treatment courses, the Prince’s infertility should improve. With 7-8 treatment courses, recovery is assured."
"How long is one course of treatment?" The King asked calmly, mentally preparing for the timeline.
Maybe 3-4 years?
It wasn’t long, but it wasn’t short either.
However, if the Prince could recover, even 3-4 years, let alone 7-8 years, meant nothing.
After all, he felt he could sit on the throne for another thirty or forty years without a problem.
A mere seven or eight years were worth the wait.
The Queen shared his thoughts.
But while the King didn’t voice these words, she couldn’t help but speak them out loud.
"3-4 years? 7-8 years? Why not say 30 years? 40 years? With such a long treatment cycle, if the Prince doesn’t recover in the end, and you’ve only delayed his condition, not ten lives would be enough to compensate!"
"Your Majesty, did I ever mention 3, 4 years? 7, 8 years?"
Jiang Man raised an eyebrow, quite annoyed with the Queen, who was rather talkative.
"3-4 treatment courses, each lasting 7 days. So, that’s 21-28 days to see initial results. In 49-56 days, he will be cured."
"What???" The Queen heard clearly this time and finally understood.
Less than a month to see initial results?
Less than two months to be cured?
This is simply impossible!
"I’ve heard that Western medicine treats symptoms, while Chinese medicine treats the root causes. For example, with the same diagnosis of cancer, Western medicine would remove the cancerous lesions, whereas Chinese medicine would regulate from the root, enabling the body to defeat the lesions. Because of the different treatment methods, Western medicine typically works quickly, while Chinese medicine is very slow," the King said eloquently, displaying both dignity and cultural refinement.
"So, to see results in less than a month and a full recovery in under two months is faster than the pace of Western medical treatment."
The subtext was clear: He doubted Jiang Man’s medical skills.
Jiang Man was no stranger to such skepticism.
After all, Chinese medicine hadn’t yet become widespread around the world.
It was normal for people to be skeptical about domains unknown to them.
"The Prince’s condition is not that bad, a treatment course of less than two months is sufficient," Jiang Man confidently stated without bothering to argue.
Her eyebrows carried a chill, her gaze piercing, "If the King is willing to let the Prince try my treatment plan, then I will immediately write a prescription for the medicines to be prepared and sent over."
"What do you mean by that? We can’t know the prescription?"
"I cannot reveal it," Jiang Man replied coolly, exuding an intimidating presence that was not easily provoked.
Traditional Chinese Medicine is a unique aspect of Chinese culture. The ancient wisdom of our ancestors should not be casually disclosed; it is our root, and one must not sell their roots.
"If you’re not even giving us the prescription, I must say, Your Majesty, this barefoot doctor is not to be trusted," the Queen aggressively asserted, unwilling to let Jiang Man succeed.
"Your Majesty, let’s just wait for Doctor Frode to arrive, he will be here today."
"Queen, have your intimate relations with the King been discordant recently? Feeling exceptionally dry down there? And have you been experiencing intermittent fevers lately, along with palpitations?"
"How... how did you know?" The Queen’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Jiang Man bowed respectfully, her voice low, "I can see it. In Chinese medicine, sometimes just one look can reveal the diagnosis through one’s complexion, temperament, and reactions. This is known as ’inspection’."
"Then tell me, what illness do I have?" The Queen’s bluster significantly diminished.
The topic of marital matters was too embarrassing to discuss openly.
It’s also the reason she had not sought hospital treatment.
Recently, the King had been critical of her, spending little time in her chambers, instead devoting a lot of time to Ina, one of his wives.
In Bai’s culture, men could marry multiple wives, up to four, and all carried equal status.
Even as the Queen, she received no special favoritism.
"It’s not a serious illness, just the onset of menopause," Jiang Man stated.
"Menopause? Impossible," the Queen’s face turned from green to white.
She was only 38 years old! How could it be menopause!
Jiang Man shrugged her shoulders, "If the Queen doesn’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do."
"You..." The Queen was so angry she could bite.
This so-called Divine Doctor, merely a commoner, dared to speak to her like this?
"Your Majesty, she’s being disrespectful! She must be taught a lesson, or else she’ll think our Bai royal family is easy to bully!"
"Why be angry, Queen? Isn’t it clear to both of us?" the King said, face taut as he glared at the Queen discontentedly.
The Queen’s ascension to her position was largely due to favoritism in the past.
But over the last few years, their conjugal relations had waned, causing their affection for each other to fade.
Particularly since he had urged the Queen to see a doctor, she found it very shameful and feared media exposure, considering it a face-losing matter.
So it was delayed, again and again, until now.
No one knew better than the two of them just how miraculous this Divine Doctor was.
Just by glancing at the Queen’s appearance, she could diagnose her condition!
"Divine, Chinese medicine is indeed divine!"
The King slapped his thigh, "I entrust the Prince’s treatment to you. Prince, what do you say?"
"I trust her," the Prince said, his gaze burning with tenderness as he looked at Jiang Man, overflowing with softness.
As a father and a man who understands men, the King saw through his son’s little trick in an instant.
His son had only married three wives; it seemed he was smitten with the Divine Doctor, intending for her to be his fourth consort!
