Shen Ning looked at Mo Chuan, her eyes full of doubts.
"What's wrong with me? Am I sick?"
She had forgotten what happened before. She only remembered that she and Mo Chuan were talking about the past things. Then she seemed to fall asleep. When she woke up, she found that the room was full of people.
"You..." Mo Chuan glanced at her and swallowed back the words that came to his lips. The look in his eyes was so complicated that she couldn't understand it at all.
Doctor Zhang felt the pulse for a long time this time, which made everyone around him sweat for Shen Ning.
Even Dr. Zhang himself had cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
Shen Ning could see clearly, and was shocked and confused. She was really sick, and was she seriously ill
"Mr. Zhang, what disease do I have?"
Seeing that Doctor Zhang remained silent for a long time and replaced the pulse on his left hand with the pulse on his right hand, Shen Ning could no longer hold her breath and asked directly.
"This, this... this..."
Doctor Zhang had a strange expression on his face, hesitating and evasive, and did not meet her eyes.
This made Shen Ning feel more and more confused.
Isn't it possible that he has some incurable disease
Mo Chuan said in a deep voice: "Mr. Zhang, what disease does the queen have?"
"This...please forgive me for my shallow medical skills, I can't tell."
Doctor Zhang's body was shaken, he took a few steps back, bowed and answered.
"Can't you see it?" Mo Chuan stared at him in disbelief: "You have the best medical skills in the Imperial Hospital, how could you not see it?"
"Well, I'm old, and I can't feel the pulse accurately anymore. Please ask the imperial physician sent by the emperor to diagnose the empress's pulse." Imperial Physician Zhang's back was soaked with sweat.
"Okay, let's change to an imperial physician, you come!" Mo Chuan suppressed his anger and pointed at an imperial physician.
The imperial physician was in his thirties. He had been waiting for an opportunity to show his prominence and become famous. When he saw that the emperor appointed him to take the pulse of the queen, he secretly thought, God help me.
He stepped forward respectfully, first placed a silk handkerchief on Shen Ning's wrist, and then took his hand to diagnose her pulse.
This is the rule for the imperial physician to diagnose the pulse of women in the harem. Because Imperial Physician Zhang is old, he doesn't have to do this like him.
"Huh?"
After only touching it for a moment, the middle-aged doctor frowned, as if he had encountered some difficulty.
"What's wrong?" Mo Chuan stared at him.
The middle-aged imperial doctor's body trembled, his eyes revealed an incredulous look, but he looked at Shen Ning.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, have you been sleeping a lot lately?"
"Not bad." Shen Ning nodded.
"Has this been going on for about two months?"
"Yes." Shen Ning nodded again.
"Your appetite goes up and down, sometimes you eat more, sometimes you eat less?"
"Um."
Shen Ning looked at the middle-aged imperial doctor and felt a little funny in her heart.
She herself is a disciple of Gu Qingze, the world's best doctor, and her medical skills are not necessarily worse than those of these imperial doctors. She knows best whether she is sick, but these imperial doctors are all sitting on pins and needles, as if they have some incurable disease. .
The middle-aged doctor's expression changed, and he took a few steps back with a look of panic.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. I have limited medical skills. I really can't tell what illness the Queen has. Please send someone else."
"Can't you tell?"
Mo Chuan's face was extremely ugly. He finally suppressed the anger in his heart without swearing.
What do these imperial doctors do for a living? They can’t even feel their pulse!
"Okay, come here!" He pointed to another imperial physician.
After checking the pulse, this imperial doctor's expression was the same as that of the previous imperial physician, strange, surprised, and incomprehensible.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me."