In the courtyard, Zhui Feng quietly gave a thumbs up to Doctor Zhang and praised him: "Mr. Zhang, you are really good at predicting things. Will it be a problem for the Emperor to take your medicine?"
"That brat is talking nonsense. Do you look down on my medical skills?" Dr. Zhang stroked his beard with a slightly proud look in his eyes: "My medicine contains a total of twenty-four tonic herbs. I believe the emperor drank it. After taking the medicine, you will soon become lively and vigorous..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a "dong" sound coming from the quiet room where Mo Chuan was, like the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
Zhui Feng immediately rushed over. He first peeked in through the crack in the door, and then turned pale with fright. He kicked the door open, ran in, and helped Mo Chuan, who had fallen from the bed to the ground.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" he shouted.
Mo Chuan was already unconscious, and his face was a bit more gray than before. Blood was flowing out from his eyes, ears, mouth and nose. The thick blood and the smell of blood that hit his nostrils frightened Zhuifeng out of his wits.
He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Mr. Zhang! Dr. Zhang!"
When Doctor Zhang saw this, he was so frightened that his legs and feet went weak. He sat down on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. His whole body was shaking like chaff. He stammered: "This, this, this... how could this happen?"
Zhui Feng put the unconscious Mo Chuan on the couch, rushed to Doctor Zhang, and carried him to the bed like a chicken, angrily.
"Quickly diagnose and treat the Emperor! Didn't you say that the Emperor will be vigorous and vigorous soon after taking your medicine? Look at the Emperor, he... He has vomited blood and passed out..." Zhui Feng's voice choked.
Doctor Zhang was heartbroken and quickly took a deep breath. Then he put his trembling fingers on Mo Chuan's pulse and checked the pulse for a while with his eyes closed. His face changed from confusion to realization.
"Damn! Confused! I admire you!" He said three words in a row, making Zhui Feng confused.
"Mr. Zhang, what are you talking about! Why don't you treat the emperor quickly!"
"Okay, okay, hey, I'm so stupid. I didn't expect that the emperor... he would actually think of this method... Oh, wow, I really admire it, I admire it."
With a look of admiration on his face, Doctor Zhang shook his head and went out. After a while, he came in with a satin box and opened the box, revealing a row of shining silver needles.
"Zhui Feng, come and look after me. I want to help the Emperor perform acupuncture, and I must not be disturbed in any way."
Zhui Feng nodded. He knew that Doctor Zhang was most famous for acupuncture, and his acupuncture skills were unparalleled in the entire hospital.
Although Imperial Doctor Zhang is old, his speed in administering needles is not inferior to that of a young man. In just half a stick of incense, he had already inserted silver needles into 108 acupuncture points all over Mo Chuan's body.
After a while, Mo Chuan's complexion slowly returned to a rosy color, and his breathing became heavier.
Zhui Feng could not take his eyes off it, and he was so impressed by Doctor Zhang's medical skills.
"Mr. Zhang, your medical skills are truly amazing!"
However, Doctor Zhang shook his head in shame: "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. It's all because of my shallow medical skills. I didn't expect that the emperor himself came up with a way to get rid of the medicinal properties of the princess. I actually prescribed the wrong tonic, causing the emperor to be so weak that he almost couldn't take it. It caused a catastrophe, but fortunately I made up for it and gave the emperor acupuncture in time, so the danger was averted. Alas, the emperor was really passionate about the princess, and he was willing to use his own cultivation skills to neutralize the medicine for the princess, rather than taking advantage of others. The danger is really embarrassing and admirable!"