In fact, the so-called "strange symptoms" were deliberately said by Ming Liu in order to scare the people in the Imperial Medical Bureau.
“Ah, ah… OK, OK!” She was a little guilty and was stunned for a moment. She immediately stood up with the help of the desk. She knelt for a long time and almost fell down when she stood up because of the numbness in her legs.
"Be careful." Wen Qingci supported her.
Ming Liu's gaze also subconsciously fell on the string of medicinal jade on Wen Qingci's wrist.
Her fingers were twisted together tightly.
If Ming Liu is not mistaken, the person in front of him... seems to be Wen Qingci from the Divine Doctor Valley
After a few seconds, she asked tentatively, "Mr. Wen?"
"Well," Wen Qingci smiled, turned around and instructed the eunuch following behind him, "Help me get the medicine box."
Ming Liu's expression was a little conflicted, but then she put all those messy rumors behind her.
I can't care about so many things. I must grab this only life-saving straw right now.
"Mr. Wen, this way!"
When the eunuch brought the medicine box, Ming Liu immediately lifted her skirt and took Wen Qingci out of the hall.
The only imperial physicians left in the hall looked at each other in bewilderment.
The so-called "cold palace" is quite far from the Imperial Medical Bureau.
After walking for more than twenty minutes, Wen Qingci finally saw the plaque of "Shujing Palace".
He couldn't help but stop.
When Ming Liu saw Wen Qingci was tired, he hurried forward and pushed open the palace gate: "Mr. Wen, please come in first. I'll go make tea!"
"It's okay," Wen Qingci hurriedly followed, "Let's go see Lan Zhaorong first."
"well!"
Unlike Xie Bufeng's residence, Shujing Palace was also old and small, and its doors and windows had lost their paint at some point, but every blade of grass and every tree had been clearly trimmed, and it did not look eerie at all.
Push open the shabby partition door and walk around a slightly worn silk screen with flowers and plants.
Wen Qingci finally saw Lan Zhaorong leaning on the couch—the heroine of this world, Concubine Lan Su Qiongmu.
Her eyes and eyebrows were as bright as peonies. Even when she was sick, she was still dignified, graceful and elegant, exactly as described in the book.
"Your Highness, this is Imperial Physician Wen Qingci Wen," Ming Liu quickly stepped forward, helped his mistress up, and stuffed a cushion behind her back, "He's here to see how you are."
After all, he had betrayed her son, so Wen Qingci couldn't help feeling guilty when he saw Concubine Lan.
But whether it was because she was sick or for some other reason, Wen Qingci noticed that Concubine Lan had no special reaction when she saw him.
Su Qiongmu smiled weakly at Wen Qingci: "Thank you for your help, Lord Wen." Her voice was thin and she looked like she had no strength at all.
"That's my job."
There was no time to delay in seeing the doctor, so Wen Qingci put the medicine box aside and gently placed his fingertips on her wrist through a handkerchief.
Ming Liu held his breath and clenched his handkerchief.
Her face was full of nervousness, and she even forgot to pour the tea.
There was also some uneasiness in Concubine Lan's eyes.
After a while, Wen Qingci slowly put his hand down.
"It moves smoothly without any stagnation, like beads rolling on a plate." He smiled and looked at Concubine Lan, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. This is a pregnancy pulse."
Ming Liu's expression suddenly became extremely strange.
This, this is impossible...
Wen Qingci's expression remained relaxed, but his eyes were extremely determined.
After all, he has read this book.
On the surface, Concubine Lan was demoted to Zhaorong and sent to the cold palace, and she lost her power from then on.
In fact, things are different from what most people think...
In the past few months, the emperor did not completely ignore Concubine Lan. It was written in "Fu Ming Tang" that he once came to Shujing Palace late at night.
Even Ming Liu and Eunuch Xian didn't know about this.
The so-called happy pulse, in addition to pregnancy, may also appear when the menstrual period is approaching.
In the original novel, at Ming Liu's request, the Imperial Medical Bureau finally sent a doctor the next day.
The doctor took the pulse, but in the end did not take it seriously, which directly led to Concubine Lan staying in the cold palace for more than two months.
Before Lan Fei could say anything, Ming Liu became anxious: "Mr. Wen, can you take another look? Uh... maybe you made a mistake?"
Wen Qingci shook his head: "It can't be wrong."
Finally, he suddenly stopped smiling, looked into Concubine Lan's eyes and said, "But your Majesty must not be happy too soon."
Lan Fei finally spoke: "Why?"
"Your pregnancy was not easy."
In the original novel, this is where Concubine Lan’s biggest regret in her life lies.
Due to the limited medical level at that time, the imperial physician did not discover that Concubine Lan was carrying a breech baby until she was about to give birth.
The fetus's buttocks were pointing downward, making delivery difficult in itself, not to mention the heavy weight of the baby.
Because it was discovered too late, there was ultimately nothing that could be done to save the situation.
Although Concubine Lan escaped, the little princess did not survive.
Wen Qingci's words finally made Concubine Lan nervous.
"Why did Mr. Wen say that?"
"Judging from the pulse, the fetus should be in breech position." Wen Qingci said calmly.
Of course, this kind of thing cannot be diagnosed by taking the pulse. Even the fetal position will keep changing throughout the pregnancy. But with his identity as a "miracle doctor", Lan Fei believed it about 80% of the time when he said it.
The woman's face turned pale instantly.
Wen Qingci looked away, took out a pen and paper and started writing a prescription.
And use this to hide the uneasiness in my heart.
It is easy to enter the palace but difficult to leave. The original owner stayed in Taishu Palace for several years and was unable to leave until his death.
"Escape by death" is only a last resort.
As for the best strategy, of course, it is to clarify that you did not poison the person, be a good person, and strive for leniency.
Although Xie Bufeng is cruel, he is not an unreasonable person.
In the original novel, Xie Bufeng only appears a few times.
But it can still be seen from this that although he has no feelings for Concubine Lan, he does respect her.
In addition to enshrining Concubine Lan as the empress dowager and giving her the highest honor, Xie Bufeng also respected her ideas and suggestions very much.
Regardless of whether this is the halo of the heroine or there is some hidden plot behind it, Wen Qingci must grasp it.
Even if we take a step back, in a Mary Sue palace fighting novel like this, it is always right to stand on the side of the heroine.
If he wanted Concubine Lan to help him, he had to do things that other imperial doctors couldn't do.
After writing the prescription, Wen Qingci put down the pen.
Lan Fei fainted probably because of hypoglycemia.
Wen Qingci coughed a few times and said to her, "If Zhaorong feels drowsy again next time, you can eat some fruit or drink honey water."
Wen Qingci's words finally brought Concubine Lan back to her senses.
Without caring about the unnecessary things, she asked directly: "Then is there any way to resolve the fetal position you mentioned?"
Although he had been exposed to clinics since he was a child and had a foundation in modern medicine, Wen Qingci was still a student after all. At this moment, his heart was about to jump out of his throat.
But he still held back, and said calmly and bluntly: "We must keep an eye on it, take the pulse regularly, and give treatment to know. We can't say for sure now."
The visits of the imperial physicians to see patients were recorded.
Concubine Lan fainted today, so it is understandable that Wen Qingci rushed over at short notice.
But it is impossible for a Zhaorong who was banished to the cold palace to always ask him to take her pulse.
"I understand..." Lan Fei nodded slowly.
"Ming Liu, pour Mr. Wen a cup of tea," Concubine Lan smiled. Although she still looked tired, her eyes and eyebrows still showed her charming demeanor. "Although I am in the cold palace, I still have to be polite."
"Yes!" After listening for a long time, Ming Liu also realized that Wen Qingci's pulse was not wrong, and his queen and the emperor were still in contact.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel happy, and she poured the tea more efficiently.
"Mr. Wen, please." Unlike Ming Liu, whose happiness was written all over her face, Lan Fei's expression was still nervous.
"Thank you, Empress Zhaorong." Wen Qingci took the tea with a smile and took a sip.
Lan Fei took a deep breath, paused, and asked tentatively: "You will help me, right?"
Wen Qingci put down the teacup and nodded gently, saying, "Of course."
"Okay, in that case, I have an unwelcome request," Lan Fei clenched her palms, paused for a moment and said to Wen Qingci, "I need Mr. Wen to find a medicine for me."
Wen Qingci nodded slowly.
He felt a little heavy--from now on, he and Lan Fei were tied to the same rope.
The original owner in "Fu Ming Tang" later became the emperor's confidant, but he never waded into the muddy water of the harem.
Hey, who asked the original owner to bring Xie Bufeng back to Yongdu from Suzhou
I am paying off his debts.
Wen Qingci said no more and started to organize the medicine box.
Perhaps because of the bad reputation of the "Fairy-faced Rakshasa", even Concubine Lan couldn't help but ask one more question: "Mr. Wen, why are you helping me?"
It is true that I am pregnant, but I am not sure whether the baby can be born safely.
Wen Qingci was highly regarded by the emperor, so there was no need for him to help himself. It would be hard work and might not bring any benefit.
If the baby doesn't come out successfully, then he, as the attending imperial physician, will be held responsible...
Wen Qingci, who was struggling with the original plot, answered subconsciously: "As a doctor, no one can watch the life that they can save disappear in front of them."
Concubine Lan was stunned for a moment.
Finally, realizing that this sentence was OOC, alarm bells immediately rang in his mind.
No, no!
Wen Qingci slowly raised his head, put down the work in his hands, and quickly made up his mind: "But for me, the rare pulse of the queen and the matter of changing the fetal position are interesting."
His face was pale, but his words were full of interest.
This fits the image of the medical geek.
Sure enough, Concubine Lan smiled, nodded gently, and thanked Wen Qingci again.
No one in Taishu Palace has ever cared about Xie Bufeng.
Even though he had been reminded, the young eunuch was still lazy and went to Yuguang Palace to collect the bowls nearly half an hour late.
"If your highness doesn't like it, you can just say so." Seeing that Xie Bufeng didn't move at all, the eunuch was filled with resentment for making a wasted trip. "When Mr. Wen comes back from the cold palace, I will tell him what you mean."
The young man interrupted him abruptly: "Cold Palace?"
The eunuch said impatiently, "That's right, I went to see Lan Zhaorong."
Xie Bufeng slowly lowered his eyes, and there was a rare ripple in his amber eyes.
Just as the young eunuch was about to collect the bowls, the young man suddenly walked back to the stone table.
This time, his movements were exceptionally slow.
After hesitating for a while, Xie Bufeng finally picked up the spoon and gently placed it against his lips.
The food on the stone table had already gone cold.
However, the sweetness of the bone soup mixed with the bitter fragrance of the medicinal herbs still activated Xie Bufeng's numb taste buds in an instant.
This taste was completely different from the food he had eaten before, which was only enough to fill his stomach...
(End of this chapter)