After Rebirth, I Became the Treacherous Minister Black Moonlight

Chapter 411 Father and Son

After Lu Yuan asked this question, he didn't give Lu Zhaoyan a chance to answer. His eyes darkened and he fell towards Lu Zhaoyan.

The big internal expert guarding the front door twitched his ears, pushed open the door, and raised his palm to slap Lu Yuan.

Obviously, he took Lu Yuan's sudden collapse as an attack on the prince.

"Don't hurt anyone!"

Lu Zhaoyan spoke.

Ouchi turned his wrist bones, put the back of his hand against Lu Yuan's chest, and channeled most of the force back into his body.

At the same time, he stretched out his other hand and caught Lu Yuan who fell to the ground.

Lu Zhaoyan looked at Lu Yuan with a complicated expression and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

The expert Ouchi felt Lu Yuan's breath, listened to Lu Yuan's heartbeat, and pinched Lu Yuan's bones: "No injury, he seemed to have fainted."

Lu Zhaoyan asked again: "Is it possible that he was poisoned?"

The Ouchi expert looked at Lu Yuan's nails and said, "It doesn't look like it, but my subordinate is not proficient in the art of treating poisons, so there may be some omissions."

"Your Highness! Your Highness! What happened!"

Manager Jia saw the master Ouchi breaking into the door and hurried over to see what was going on, only to see Lu Yuan lying in the arms of the master Ouchi.

He asked incredulously: "This is..."

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ordered this boy to be killed?

Okay, good kill.

Lu Zhaoyan said calmly: "Call the doctor."

"Hey, this slave is just going to throw someone away... huh?" Manager Jia came back to his senses and looked at Lu Zhaoyan in surprise, "Pass it, pass it, pass it to the doctor? Your Highness, are you injured?"

Lu Zhaoyan said calmly and confidently: "Guanshi Jia, you talk a bit too much today."

Manager Jia's expression changed: "I made a mistake! I'm going to call the doctor right now!"

It's strange to say that after serving His Highness the Crown Prince for many years, he has never seen His Highness blushing at anyone. Even if he was discovered by a servant who had violated the law, he would have exposed it lightly.

But it was this kind of prince who always gave him an invisible majesty.

Manager Jia left in a hurry.

Lu Zhaoyan asked the master to place Lu Yuan on the wicker chair where he usually took a nap.

"Go and guard outside."

"yes."

The master Ouchi left the study.

Just as Steward Jia was about to go in with the doctor, Ouchi raised his hand to stop him: "Your Highness only summoned the doctor."

Manager Jia glared at him and reluctantly walked down the steps.

After the doctor entered the study, he bowed to Lu Zhaoyan: "His Royal Highness."

Lu Zhaoyan signaled Lu Yuan with his eyes.

The government doctor understood, put down the medicine box, and stepped forward to feel Lu Yuan's pulse.

After checking his pulse, the doctor frowned and turned to Lu Zhaoyan to report: "Your Highness, I want to undress this young master for examination."

Lu Zhaoyan nodded.

The government doctor untied Lu Yuan's clothes and checked whether there were any skin injuries or hidden signs of poisoning.

Although the doctor did not know Lu Yuan, since he could be in the prince's study and lying in the place where the prince took a nap, his status must be unusual.

After a careful examination, a quarter of an hour had passed. The doctor raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It can be seen that he put a lot of effort into it.

"How's it going?"

Lu Zhaoyan asked.

The doctor held up his hands and gasped slightly: "Your Highness, this young master is fine for the time being. He just fell into a coma from overwork."

"You said he fell asleep in front of me?"

"This... although it sounds a bit exaggerated, it is indeed true. This young master's pulse shows no signs of internal injury or poisoning, nor is it a sudden illness, it is just..."

"But it doesn't matter."

"This young master has many old injuries on his body, and his hand bones seem to have been broken." The imperial doctor is an old doctor for many years, and his medical skills are not inferior to those of the imperial doctor. When he touched Lu Yuan's bones, he could feel the extremely Fine callus.

Generally speaking, callus will only appear on the broken bone, and it will gradually disappear as the affected area heals.

This young man's callus cannot be touched by an inexperienced old doctor.

It happened that the doctor of the government was once a doctor in the military camp and was well versed in trauma.

"My guess is that this young man's hand bones have been broken...more than once."

Repeated interruptions, repeated scabs, and perhaps even slight permanent dislocations have resulted in the indelible remains of callus.

This situation is very rare.

Lu Zhaoyan's complicated eyes fell on Lu Yuan's face again.

Looking at his free and uninhibited appearance, one would never guess that he had suffered so much.

It breaks repeatedly. Is it broken or was it maliciously interrupted?

"When did it break?"

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Lu Zhaoyan asked.

The doctor said hesitantly: "This... I am sorry that my medical skills are shallow and I cannot give an accurate inference. But based on my many years of medical experience, this young man was still young when he was injured."

Still young... Lu Zhaoyan frowned.

Whoever this person was, he suffered from repeated broken bones at a young age—

"also."

Seeing that His Highness the Crown Prince's face didn't look very good, the doctor hesitated whether to say the next thing.

Lu Zhaoyan motioned for him to continue.

The doctor handed a medicine bottle found from Lu Yuan's body to Lu Zhaoyan: "If I'm not mistaken, the medicine bottle contained here is Jiu Yan Dan. Jiu Yan Dan was first produced in Wushan and was used to treat frostbite."

"He got frostbite?"

Lu Zhaoyan looked at the sunshine outside the house and said, "It's March."

The doctor said: "This is not an ordinary Nine Flame Pill, but one with red Ganoderma lucidum added. It is specially designed to treat cold syndrome."

"You mean, he has a cold?"

Lu Zhaoyan frowned even more tightly.

Not only was he injured, but he also suffered from cold syndrome. How did this kid grow up?

The doctor added: "However, perhaps because of taking the Nine Flame Pill, the cold in his body has almost been cured."

Lu Zhaoyan said: "Almost, that means he hasn't fully recovered yet?"

How can the government doctor dare to tell the truth?

If he recovers, he should not carry the Nine Flame Pill with him at any time.

But his pulse is unlikely to diagnose cold syndrome.

You couldn't be pretending to be sick to win the prince's sympathy, right?

This prince appears to be kind-hearted, but he is actually quite kind-hearted.

But kindness comes from kindness, and the prince is not stupid.

Can the prince buy it if he plays tricks in front of him?

"Go get a prescription."

Lu Zhaoyan ordered calmly.

The doctor was thinking in his mind when he heard this and blurted out subconsciously: "Pill him to death?"

Lu Zhaoyan glanced at him speechlessly.

The doctor wished he could slap himself in the face for being distracted in front of the prince. He deserved death.

"Ahem."

He hurriedly cleared his throat, cupped his hands and said, "I'm going to prescribe a prescription to calm my nerves and replenish my energy. Besides, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."

Lu Zhaoyan said: "Speak."

The doctor of the government said earnestly and sincerely: "As the saying goes, 'Be leisurely and have few desires, be at ease without fear, be physically tired without being tired, and be at ease with your breath.' This young master must not work too hard or think too much, otherwise no matter how many prescriptions are given, It’s also a loss.”

"Overthinking?"

Lu Zhaoyan really didn't understand how a seemingly pampered person could have severe pain, coldness, hard work, and worry all at once.

What kind of life did this boy live in the past?

An early update, hahaha, Dudu is gradually doing the "Wild Dad" routine