After leaving the palace and standing at the Carriage Hill, Murong Jie saw Zi'an still deep in thought, so he asked, "Do you have any clues?"
Zi'an looked up at him, there was still a hint of desire in his eyes, hoping to hear her tell him good news.
Zi'an said, "The red spots on his face and the ones on his arms are not the same disease. He should have red spots on his body as well, right? This disease is called red butterfly sores, an autoimmune connective tissue disease. Okay, let's not talk about this medical terminology. This disease is really serious. I understand what you said about there being no cure. In fact, I can't cure it, but I can still control it."
"You can control it?" Murong Jie could hardly believe it. "Have you ever seen this kind of disease? This disease is very rare, at least there are not many records of it."
"There are not many records. Perhaps it's because people regard this disease as a curse and are ashamed to seek medical treatment. In addition, the medical skills here have determined that this is a terminal illness, so people who are sick think it's useless to seek medical treatment."
"What kind of medical skills do you have here?" Murong Jie looked at her. "Okay, let's not dwell on this for now. How do you explain the human face? A protruding little human head, you can't say it can be cured, right?"
"This is not a disease, it's a parasitic fetus. In ancient times, it was called a human face sore instead of a ghost face sore. If I were to treat it, I would choose to have it removed surgically, but Chinese medicine can also cure it with medicine. You can mix several kinds of Chinese medicine powder together and apply it, and then it will fall off naturally, but the treatment will take a long time."
Murong Jie found it incredible, "Are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Zi'an said unhappily.
"But..." Murong Jie still didn't believe what she said. She said the erythema could be controlled and the ghost face sores could be removed, so these were not serious illnesses for her.
"Do you think the emperor's illness is not serious?" Murong Jie asked.
Zi'an shook his head, "No, butterfly sores are serious. If it is systemic butterfly sores, the disease has probably spread to the kidneys and heart by now, so I say it can only be controlled but not cured."
"You mean, if you had gone for treatment earlier, you could have been cured?"
"No," Zi'an still shook his head, "There is no cure for this disease, whether it is from the beginning or now. Even... I can only try my best to control it. Moreover, the lack of medicine will directly make it difficult to control this disease."
"You mean, these are two different diseases. You can cure that... parasitic twin, and you can also control butterfly sores. Is that what you mean?"
Zi'an said: "That's probably what it means."
"Control is not healing?"
Zi'an looked at him, "Murong, your IQ is much lower."
"… "Yes.
"I can control the onset of his illness and prevent it from getting worse, but I can't cure the disease." Zi'an explained again.
Murong Jie understood what she meant, but he didn't quite believe it. She made it sound as if it wasn't serious at all. However, everyone knew that ghost face sore was a terminal illness that could not be cured. It was also a cursed disease that must not be made known to others.
"How long can you control it?" Murong Jie asked.
Zi'an shook his head. "I don't know. I don't know much about the condition right now. This is just the result of the initial diagnosis. We need to have a deeper examination to know the situation. If you are willing to let me treat it, I will go to ask the Queen Mother myself tomorrow."
Murong Jie said, "You don't have to go. I will tell my mother about this. You should not make it public."
"good."
After the meeting the next day, Murong Jie went to tell the empress dowager about this matter. The empress dowager did not believe it at all, "What butterfly sore? It's just a ghost face sore. Do you think I haven't mentioned it to the emperor? The emperor doesn't agree."
"But Zi'an said it can be treated. Even if it can't be cured, it can be controlled. Mother, why don't you ask my brother again?" Murong Jie pleaded.
"No, since he doesn't agree, then forget it. You really shouldn't have taken Zi'an to see a doctor for this disease. Women are prone to gossip, and there's no guarantee that she will tell others about this."
"Your Majesty, don't worry about this. Zi'an will never tell anyone about this." Murong Jie said.
The Queen Mother shook her head, "You are too irrational."
Murong Jie exhaled and smiled bitterly, "Reasonable? Mother, he is also my brother."
The Queen Mother's eyes were filled with sorrow, and she said softly, "Yes, sometimes I don't consider your feelings, Ajie, I'm sorry for that."
Murong Jie shook his head. "Since you don't agree, then forget it. By the way, how are Concubine Yi and Concubine Mei managing the affairs of the palace? I plan to arrange for Zi'an to come in and take care of the accounts. The palace should also save money."
"It's not bad. The two of them work together happily. As for the things on the books, someone really needs to clean them up. When the Queen... Liangpin was in charge, the palace spent a huge amount of money. There's no guarantee that this matter will be brought up by the censor in the future."
"Well, in that case, I'll let her prepare to enter the palace in the next two days," said Murong Jie.
The Queen Mother sighed softly, "I am really old, and there are some things I can't control even if I want to. You told me before not to pursue the matter between Concubine Yi and the Crown Prince, but this is a thorn in my side. Tell me the truth, do they have a private affair?"
Murong Jie did not comment, "Why do you care so much? Just be your queen mother, enjoy your peace and quiet, and take care of your grandchildren when you have time. By the way, I heard that the third prince was praised by his teacher. This kid has a promising future."
"Well, this child really pleases me. He is more sensible than others. Concubine Mei is also sensible, but she was too cautious in the past, fearing that she would be hurt, and she did some wrong things."
"It doesn't matter. Everyone makes mistakes. As long as they don't make big mistakes, it's fine."
The mother and son talked for a while, and then Murong Jie left the palace.
Zi'an was disappointed when Murong Jie said that the Queen Mother did not agree to her entering the palace for treatment. "She really does not agree? Do you want me to talk to her?"
"No need for that. I can see that it's not her who disagrees, but the Emperor."
If the emperor himself disagrees, then there is nothing we can do.
"How's Axin doing lately?"
"He's much better now. He's using injections every day. In less than a month, he will be able to move freely. In fact, we really have to thank his mother for breaking his leg in time." Zi'an smiled bitterly.
"Where's Liu Liu?"
"She's gotten much better, but her legs still make it difficult for her to walk. I went to see her today. Do you know what she was doing?" Zi'an thought about it and found it funny.
"What?" Murong Jie asked curiously.
"embroidered!"
Murong Jie laughed, "Can her clumsy hands embroider?"
"Yes, a woman with love is different. She is very happy now." Zi'an sighed.
Murong Jie looked at her, "Why? Are you unhappy?"
Zi'an looked at him, a layer of sadness gradually covering her eyes, "Happy." If he hadn't been infected with the same fate Gu, she would be very happy.
Now, all that's left is worry.
"You can go to the palace tomorrow. I have talked to my mother and asked you to sort out the account books." Murong Jie said.
"The day after tomorrow, I have something to do tomorrow." Zi'an said.
"what are you up to?"
Zi'an reached out and touched his chin, leaned over, and gently bit his lips, "Murder."
(End of this chapter)