Murong Jie laughed, "Yes, he can't hide his words from his own people."
Zi'an pulled him to sit down, "Do you have a headache?"
"I've been having these episodes more frequently lately." He didn't deny it.
"Is it very difficult?" Zi'an sat beside him, took his hand and began to feel his pulse. This was just a routine pulse-taking so as to give the right acupuncture.
However, her brows slowly frowned.
"It's not that difficult. We have already transferred troops from Jingzhou and they will arrive soon." Murong Jie said.
"How many days?" Zi'an hadn't let go of his hand yet, but he seemed a little absent-minded.
"About ten days."
Zi'an took his other hand and continued to feel his pulse, which was faster this time. Then he took out the needle bag and asked, "Besides the headache, have you felt any other discomfort recently?"
"Insomnia, can't sleep, nothing else. The headache is probably caused by not getting enough rest."
Zi'an hummed, "Does your chest feel stuffy? Do you feel like you can't breathe sometimes?"
"Occasionally."
Zi'an said nothing more and began to select acupuncture points for him.
After the acupuncture, Murong Jie clearly felt that his symptoms were relieved. He smiled and said to Zi An, "Sometimes I think it would be nice to marry a doctor home."
Zi'an took out the needle and sat down, "I saw Rou'er in the epidemic area."
"Su Qing told me that she has always been interested in medicine."
"Do you know that she likes Su Qing?" Zi'an asked.
Murong Jie said disapprovingly: "That's only temporary. The people she likes keep changing, and it won't last more than half a year."
"Impossible?" Zi'an asked doubtfully. County Lady Rouyao told her that she had liked Su Qing for a long time.
However, if she liked Su Qing, why did she get married later? Could it be that she found out that she liked Su Qing after getting married and divorced her
"What's impossible? She once said she liked me."
Zi'an asked casually, "Have you ever liked her?"
"How can this be?"
"I heard from Su Qing that Prince Nan Huai likes her. Is that true?"
"He likes Rou'er because Rou'er likes me. It's not just a simple liking." Murong Jie said lightly. When talking about his younger brother, he always had an indescribable disgust and heartache. This emotion was directly reflected in his eyes, and even Zi'an could feel it clearly.
Hating him, yet feeling sorry for him, is like the mentality of being disappointed in someone.
Zi'an quietly changed the subject, "Have you been eating normally lately? Do you feel nauseous?"
"No." Murong Jie looked up at her and asked suspiciously, "Do you think my pulse is not right?"
"No, I'm just worried that you're too busy and neglecting your health. It's okay." Zi'an comforted with a smile.
"I have been very busy lately, and have been bogged down in trivial matters. By the way, you asked someone to investigate the missing persons. Did you find anything?"
Zi'an straightened his expression and said, "Yes, I suspect they will hide zombie patients and then release them to other places. It takes ten to fifteen days for a zombie patient to die from the onset of illness, which means they have to keep capturing living people to turn into zombie patients."
Murong Jie said, "I have thought about this matter before and have ordered people to investigate it a long time ago. However, there are very few people missing in the capital. I guess they were captured from other places. Don't worry, I have already issued a document to let the nearby prefectures and counties investigate."
"Hold on tight."
Murong Jie stared at her and said, "Be careful. Although everyone in the epidemic area is my people, it is inevitable that there are traitors lurking inside. If you find a good way to cure the epidemic, don't make it public for the time being."
"I know." Zi'an said softly.
Murong Jie reached out and held her in his arms, sighing softly, "Zi'an, thank you for your hard work."
Zi'an leaned on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, his voice a little weak, "It's not hard. As a doctor, this is my job."
The two hugged quietly for a while, and then he said, "I am leaving now, I just came to see you."
"Okay, go back and pay attention to your diet and get enough rest." Zi'an raised his head and reminded.
Murong Jie responded: "Yes, I understand."
The way the two of them get along now is quite comfortable. No one says that they like or love anyone. They just get along like this. It's not romantic but warm.
Watching him leave, Zian's brows slowly frowned.
His pulse seemed normal, but if you listened for a long time, you would find a problem. Also, his heartbeat was beating strongly, but after a few beats, it would suddenly miss a beat, which would cause a feeling of shortness of breath and chest tightness. He himself did not deny having this symptom.
The color of his lips is slightly dark, and if you don't look closely, you can't see it. His complexion is normal, but there is a faint black air between his brows. This black air is not the black air of evil spirits, but is caused by the darkness of the face. It cannot be seen on the face, but the skin between the eyebrows is thin, and there are many acupoints, so it is reflected in the eyebrows.
It doesn't look like poisoning, otherwise she would have said it just now.
Judging from the pulse and heartbeat, there is a slight problem with the heart. However, it does not seem to be a big problem at the moment. It may be caused by abnormal work and rest schedule and excessive stress.
After this busy period, I will help him to recuperate. If this situation persists, we will have to think about the worst.
Zi'an was busy on both ends, and the Prime Minister's Mansion was also busy.
The old lady was very confident that she could bring down Xia Zian this time, so she also took advantage of Prime Minister Xia's marriage.
She had met Miss Lin, who looked and had a good personality. She was not very old, only eighteen years old.
Eighteen years old is considered old for a girl in this dynasty, but it is normal for a lady from a wealthy family to be a little proud.
The old lady allows anyone to marry into a rich family, but it depends on whether they have the talent.
After talking with Miss Lin, she felt that Miss Lin was very suitable to be the mistress of the Prime Minister's Mansion. At least, she was more far-sighted than Ximen Xiaoyue.
Madam Linglong knew that the old lady was going to get married. She was so angry that her teeth were itching, but there was nothing she could do.
Her only support has been thrown into prison, and her marriage with the prince may also be ruined. She is terrified and has no one to rely on, and she has long lost her previous fighting spirit.
The sharpness is gone, but the vicious heart remains.
She had been secretly observing the old lady's movements. Seeing that the old lady was determined to get married, it was conceivable that Xia Zian might not be able to come back this time.
Fortunately, I haven't been divorced yet, so there is still a chance of turning things around.
That night, she pulled Shuyu aside and said, "You have been following me for the past few days, and I have wronged you."
Shuyu had indeed been severely beaten and scolded by her recently. Seeing her suddenly change her attitude, she couldn't help but feel frightened. "Madam, I am not wronged. Since I entered the mansion, I have wanted to follow you and serve you."
That was her heyday in the past. Now Chen Linglong has no chance of making a comeback. Whoever follows her will be in trouble.
Chen Linglong sighed softly, "I know you are well-behaved. I have been a little harsh on you these days because I wanted to test you."
Shuyu blinked, somewhat puzzled, "What does Madam mean?"
Chen Linglong pulled her to sit down, sat in front of the dressing table, picked up the rouge and powder, and said, "Come, I'll put on some makeup for you."
(End of this chapter)