This Husband Is Frail And Weak

Chapter 77

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Tanghuayuan has been uninhabited for half a year, but it still doesn't look deserted.

There were servants staying in the courtyard, and Wang Xiuyu would also order people to check regularly. Rong Tang and Su Huaijing led Doctor Lin back to the courtyard, and they ran into the servant who was putting a fruit plate and a stove in the study to welcome the master's return.

There was a teapot simmering on the stove and ripe persimmons placed on the side. Rong Tang sat on the small couch and naturally stretched out his hand to ask Doctor Lin to feel his pulse.

He smiled and said, "The prescription the doctor gave me this time is very good. I feel much better after using it."

"Your Highness is a man of good fortune." Doctor Lin said politely, put all the necessary tools in place, and sat down to check Rong Tang's pulse.

The oranges in the south were ripening, and Ningxuan Palace received several large baskets of oranges sent from the farm. Su Huaijing took down the teapot and poured the tea, then replaced the iron net and began to roast the oranges for Rong Tang.

He turned his wrist slowly, but his eyes were consciously or unconsciously examining Doctor Lin's expression.

Su Huaijing is very confident in his medical skills, but when it comes to Rong Tang, he would rather not be proficient in his skills.

Doctor Lin took Rong Tang's pulse quietly, frowned slightly, and asked about Rong Tang's situation during his trip to the south and whether he had ever had an attack of illness.

As soon as Rong Tang said "It's still the same", Su Huaijing looked at him with a bit of reproach and said, "On those days when it rained heavily, he felt terrible pain in his body and couldn't sleep all night."

Rong Tang was startled and pinched his palms guiltily.

The big villain is really strict!

[Isn't it because you have too many criminal records? ] The system said in a sarcastic tone.

Rong Tang was very unconvinced: "What criminal record do I have?"

[One flower-folding meeting, one Jiangnan meeting, if the villain didn't lock you up this time, it would be a disgrace to his character.] The system said.

Rong Tang: "So can I cure it if I tell the truth? Isn't this shell hanging on because of a mission?"

The original owner was supposed to die on New Year's Eve of the ninth year of Qingzheng. From that day on, every day he survived was just to allow Rong Tang to complete the task.

He said it casually. According to his usual understanding, his own system would just continue to argue with him. But this time, after he finished speaking, the system was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice: [Let's try it, what if? ]

Rong Tang was stunned and didn't react. Doctor Lin had already checked his pulse and started to prescribe a new prescription, admonishing him: "Your Majesty's health is indeed improving, but the capital has already entered winter. You still need to pay more attention to protection and must not catch a cold. You must not worry too much and conceal your condition."

A doctor is like a loving parent to you. Rong Tang has been taken care of by Doctor Lin since he was a child. For the sake of Rong Tang's poor health, the old man has read medical books by lamplight countless times, trying to find a way to cure him completely.

After being scolded in a gentle and mild manner, Rong Tang immediately sat up straight and said, "Okay."

Doctor Lin was amused by him and laughed out loud. Rong Tang took the opportunity to ask about Qian's condition.

Rong Tang had not paid much attention to Qian's child in his previous two lives. His focus had always been on Sheng Chengli, and he only paid attention to the villain's movements in the previous two lives. Rong Tang really didn't have the energy to worry about the secrets of Ning Xuan Wang's family. Besides, the princess didn't allow the servants in the courtyard to tell those dirty things to the prince to annoy him.

So Rong Tang only knew that Qian was pregnant this autumn, and Rong Mingyu attached great importance to this baby. Not only did she stay in Qian's courtyard many times, but she also selected all the best food and supplies and sent them to her, which completely exceeded the standards of a concubine.

Even the red charcoal that Rong Tang used every winter was given half to Qian because she said she was pregnant and was particularly afraid of the cold in winter.

By the time Rong Tang found out about this, winter had already passed. One day, when the maid in the courtyard was removing the brazier, she casually said, "The charcoal that the princess ordered to be sent from the south is actually better than what the palace usually purchases." Rong Tang then realized that the reason why he still used charcoal this winter was that Wang Xiuyu was using her own money to subsidize him.

But the princess didn't tell him anything. Even when they went to the courtyard for dinner today, Wang Xiuyu didn't tell Rong Tang a word about Qian's pregnancy.

Rong Tang knew that she was concerned about her health and was afraid that he would get angry or feel aggrieved, but in fact, Rong Tang felt more sad.

At that time, Qian was close to giving birth. After Rong Tang knew about this, he put on his clothes without saying a word and went to Rong Mingyu's study. He first bowed respectfully and called him father, then pretended to be confused and asked, "Is the mansion going bankrupt?"

Rong Mingyu's face darkened, and he was about to scold her, but Rong Tang said, "If you are not going bankrupt, why does the charcoal we usually use in our courtyard need to be subsidized by mother's dowry? Father works hard in the court, and you shouldn't worry about family affairs. But if you are really short of money, I still have some assets given by my grandfather, which can be sold to supplement the family expenses. I really shouldn't touch mother's dowry. It will not benefit the reputation of the palace if it gets out. But if the palace is already so tight, and my son is stupid, I think it's better not to give birth to the baby in my aunt's belly. Otherwise, if she is born and can't be raised, wouldn't it be a sin for nothing? Even if grandmother knew, I'm afraid she wouldn't have the heart to do it."

He seldom had direct conversations with King Ning Xuan. Rong Mingyu often spurred Rong Zheng and tested Rong Yuan on his homework, but he always ignored Rong Tang, the eldest son. Rong Tang actually enjoyed his free time, otherwise he would have to go through the father-son etiquette every time he met him, which would have annoyed him to death.

But even if he was too lazy to care about Wang Xiu Yu's affairs, he would probably wake up from a nightmare in the middle of the night out of guilt.

After Rong Tang finished speaking, Rong Mingyu stared at him quietly for a long time, as if it was the first day he met his son. Rong Tang did not dodge, but looked at him squarely, until Rong Mingyu said in a deep voice: "I understand, I will double the money your mother spent."

"Thank you, father." Rong Tang said, turning around and leaving.

Rong Mingyu sat at his desk from beginning to end, not moving at all. He stopped him in a deep voice and said, "Respecting parents and loving brothers are principles that even a three-year-old child understands. What you just said was a curse on your unborn brother, which is really treasonous. I think you have been stupid for many years and have never been to school, so I won't bother with you. When you go back, copy the Disciple Rules ten times and send them to my courtyard before dark tomorrow."

Rong Tang actually had more excuses to refute his words, but he had just received the princess' compensation from King Ning Xuan. If he stood up for himself again, there was no guarantee that the other party would not vent his anger on the princess. Therefore, he could only swallow his anger and went back to the courtyard to copy the "Standards for Being a Good Pupil and Child" ten times for Rong Mingyu.

He knew that Prince Ning Xuan was actually a smiling tiger. He looked like the most loyal minister of Emperor Renshou, but in fact he was very cunning. He valued both reputation and face, and would never hand over the handle to others. So when Rong Tang heard the servant say that in the courtyard, he actually had no emotion at all.

That was not something Rong Mingyu would say at all. Even if he thought so, he would not tell anyone, let alone let a concubine pass it on to a servant and spread it widely.

Wang Xiuyu is Queen Wang's biological sister. Even if he can't stand Rong Tang occupying the position of Prince Ningxuan, he will not say openly that after he dies, the position of prince will belong to someone else.

That's courting death.

Therefore, Rong Tang was not afraid that the gray-clothed servant would really convey his words to King Ning Xuan's ears. Anyway, he would not suffer any loss no matter what he said. He was just worried that Wang Xiu Yu would be wronged again because of Qian's pregnancy.

What's more, he suspected that the real reason for Wang Xiu Yu's death in her previous two lives was not overwork, otherwise why did her health begin to deteriorate when Qian was pregnant with this child

But Doctor Lin couldn't get anything out of him. He was indeed invited by Qian to the hospital to check the baby's pulse several times, but the pulse was normal. At most, the fetus was unstable in the early stages and needed more care.

Rong Tang frowned slightly, and for a moment he was unable to connect all the information he knew.

So he only asked one more question: "How is mother's health recently?"

Doctor Lin looked at him, then at Su Huaijing, and said, "It's nothing serious. It's just that the princess occasionally had restless sleep at night during the autumn, palpitations and nightmares. I prescribed a few prescriptions to calm her nerves and she's feeling better. But it's best not to overwork yourself, or you might damage your health. The prince should try to persuade the princess when you're free."

Rong Tang pursed his lips, nodded, and asked, "No other questions?"

Doctor Lin was puzzled: "No more."

Rong Tang still had some doubts in his heart, but Su Huaijing shook his hand, peeled a baked orange and gave it to him, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Tangtang, don't worry. We are staying in the mansion during this period. When you are free, go and share your mother's worries."

Rong Tang glanced at him, thought that this was the only way, and nodded.

Su Huaijing stood up and saw Doctor Lin out.

When he reached the gate of the hospital, he stopped with his medical box on his shoulder, his face slightly solemn.

Su Huaijing looked at him, and he was unconsciously nervous. He whispered, "What does the doctor want to say?"

"The young master is indeed in much better health, and his pulse is much more stable than during the Chinese New Year, but—" He paused slightly, looked at Su Huaijing's expression and said nothing.

Su Huaijing: "It's okay to speak frankly."

"The foundation is bad." Doctor Lin sighed, "The weak body cannot be nourished. The prince's body can only be slowly nurtured. No one can predict how well it can be nurtured."

Su Huaijing already knew this would be the result, but he still felt disappointed when he heard the same judgment from other doctors.

The camellia flowers in Tanghua Courtyard had long since lost their blooms, leaving only the sparkling green leaves. The north wind blew away some of the fragile leaves, and the sound of Rong Tang coughing occasionally could be heard in the courtyard. Su Huaijing inexplicably felt that the sky had become much darker.

He thanked him and sent Doctor Lin out. After the doctor left, he suddenly remembered something and stepped back to ask, "Did the prince have any other doctors to treat him when he was in Jiangnan?"

Su Huaijing was slightly startled: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Doctor Lin asked again: "Can you invite that doctor to come back to Beijing with you?"

Su Huaijing felt a little more nervous for some reason and shook his head, "No."

Doctor Lin frowned immediately, his expression becoming more melancholy: "What a pity, I wanted to communicate with him again."

"What's the matter?" Su Huaijing asked.

"I looked at the prescription. The medicine he gave the prince contained a Ganoderma lucidum. I was wondering if it could be replaced with other milder herbs." Doctor Lin said.

Su Huaijing: "What do you mean?"

"The prince was in Jiangnan for a while, and his health was probably very poor, so he needed Ganoderma lucidum to quickly replenish him. But after that, his health has actually improved a lot. Instead of using such an immediate effect, it is better to replace it with a more mild ingredient like Codonopsis pilosula and Atractylodes macrocephala. It can not only slow down the effect of the medicine and slowly heal him, but also prevent the prince from becoming dependent on Ganoderma lucidum. If he encounters an accident in the future, there will be no way to save him."

As he spoke, he seemed to realize that he had made a mistake and immediately added, "But that doctor's medical skills are much better than mine. I have not been able to treat the prince's health to this level in all these years. He may have other purposes for using medicine like this. My speculation here is irrelevant."

Su Huaijing was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he saluted Doctor Lin with a fist: "Thank you, sir."

Doctor Lin: “?”

The old man was a little confused, not quite understanding why the Crown Princess seemed to suddenly become a little happier. He could only nod, turn around and walk out of the courtyard.

The north wind was still blowing in the yard and the floor heating was on, but the house was warm. Su Huaijing had not returned from seeing someone off, and the door of the study was pushed open from the inside.

The young prince, dressed in noble attire, half leaned out from behind the curtain, one hand still in his sleeve. He blinked doubtfully and asked, "Huai Jing, aren't you coming back?"

The voice was mixed in with the north wind, with a bit of softness. Su Huaijing looked up and said with a smile: "You are back soon."

Rong Tang couldn't help but act coquettishly: "Then hurry up, I can't bake oranges well, I'm so greedy."

Su Huaijing raised his foot and walked towards the study.

There is no other purpose, it's just that I'm too concerned and cause confusion.

Because he is Tangtang, he just wants to give him all the precious medicinal materials in the world, materials that others can't get in their entire lives, as if they were free.

But this is actually not right.

He is a doctor himself, and he should know that medicine is partially poisonous.

It was just that after the heavy rain ended and Rongtang woke up in the afternoon, he felt such a weak pulse and was stunned for a moment.

Later, he was afraid that if he suddenly changed to a medicine with weaker properties, it would not be good for Rong Tang's health.

He is a doctor, but he is also a patient. He is rational on one hand and emotional on the other.

Su Huaijing had never thought in his life that he would act on his emotions one day.

It was a warm winter afternoon. Rong Tang leaned against the doorway and looked at him with sparkling eyes. Su Huaijing smiled and said, "I'll help you grill it."

It’s so delicate that I can’t even roast oranges.

(End of this chapter)