Was the whole group wiped out in the previous life? Reborn to drag the crippled king into the bridal

After observing for a while, Mo Zhaohua asked the Duke of Fuguo, "Grandfather, can I let Zhao Zhao take your pulse?"

"Zhao Zhao is not going to tell me that you have not only made a breakthrough in your Heart Sutra, but also made some achievements in medical skills, right?"

The Duke of Fuguo was just joking. It had not been long since Rong Hai found the medical book and the Heart Sutra. It was impossible for Mo Zhaohua to really do it.

Being able to break through the first level of the Heart Sutra already shows her extraordinary talent. What would happen if her medical skills also improved by leaps and bounds?

Mo Zhaohua made an excuse, "To be honest, Zhao Zhao has been interested in medicine since he was a child, and there are already many medical books in the study."

The Duke of Fuguo understood and said, "Then let's take a look. Regardless of the medical skills, it's enough for Zhao Zhao to practice."

Rong Hai smiled and said, "Dad, it's Zhao Zhao who studies medicine. If it was Yue Yue, would you still say the same thing?"

The Duke of Fuguo cleared his throat and said, "Ahem... Forget about Yueyue, she can't even recognize all the characters. I still want to live two more years."

Mo Zhaohua was amused, "Grandfather, it's not that exaggerated. Be careful if Yueyue hears it, or she'll cry in front of you."

"No, don't let that little crybaby know this. When she cries, my head hurts. It will take my life to comfort her."

As the Duke of Fuguo spoke, he raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, looking like he had a headache, but there was a smile on his face.

Rong Hai gloated, "Whose fault is this? Isn't it you, Dad, who spoiled me? It will be hard to get married in the future."

The Duke of Fuguo returned to Shengjing before him, handed over the heavy responsibility of the western frontier to him, and watched his children grow up.

"You little bastard, you're just stabbing your father in the heart by talking about Yueyue getting married."

The Duke of Fuguo has only one granddaughter, and he has always treasured her very much. He feels reluctant to let her get married in the future.

Mo Zhaohua was not affected by them at all. He concentrated on taking the pulse of the Duke of Fuguo. His beautiful brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

When diagnosing a disease, one must observe, listen, ask and feel. Occasionally, she would ask the Duke of Fuguo a few questions to judge or confirm his illness.

After a while, she let go of the Duke's hand and asked a bunch of questions. He didn't understand many of the medical terms.

At this time, Mo Zhaohua would repeat it in simple words, and after she had understood the question clearly, she would be silent for a while.

Rong Hai's heart sank. "Zhao Zhao's expression suddenly became so serious. What's the problem?"

Although the Duke of Fuguo looked energetic, he was actually not in good health and the injuries he suffered on the battlefield had been tormenting him.

Emperor Wenzong even specially appointed an imperial physician to visit the mansion every month to see patients, as a token of his favor to the Duke of Fuguo.

Mo Zhaohua was silent just now, analyzing the Duke of Fuguo's illness in her mind. Because there were too many injuries, she didn't know where to start.

After thinking about it, she mentioned the most serious symptom, "Grandfather, your headache is not caused by Yueyue's crying, but by blood clots in your brain."

The Duke of Fuguo was slightly surprised and quickly exchanged glances with Rong Hai. "Is this the result of your pulse diagnosis just now?"

Mo Zhaohua nodded, "Yes, based on your pulse and some of your daily symptoms, we can confirm this."

Two years ago, the Duke of Fuguo's old illness relapsed. His legs and feet were not convenient, so he fell and hit his head, fainting, but there was no bleeding.

After waking up, he had a severe headache. He called a doctor but he couldn't find out what was wrong. Later, the imperial physician came to his house and found that there was blood stasis.

It was because he hit his head that day that blood formed a blood clot inside his skull, compressing the meridians in his skull and causing a headache.

Afterwards, the Duke of Fuguo often suffered from attacks, which were particularly severe this year. When he had a headache, he would hold his head with both hands and wish he could bang it against the wall.

Rong Hai's expression turned serious. "Your aunt and cousin don't know about this. Only your grandfather, me, and the imperial physician know about it."

This was the intention of the Duke of Fuguo. He was afraid that they would worry, so he would lock himself up every time he had a headache.

Mo Zhaohua said seriously: "The imperial physician knows about grandpa's illness, but has not been able to cure it yet. Is there no other way?"

The Duke of Fuguo replied, "There is a way, but it is too dangerous. Rong Hai is unwilling to agree, and I don't want to take the risk."

"Is the imperial physician's method to shake the brain marrow?" Mo Zhaohua felt that apart from this method, the imperial physician could not think of any other solution.

Shaking the brain marrow is only recorded in medical books and requires cutting open the human skull. So far, no one has ever succeeded.

Rong Hai's eyes were dark, "Yes, so I will never agree to it."

Mo Zhaohua asked again, "I wonder if my grandfather and uncle can trust Zhao Zhao?"

Rong Hai's expression became visibly tense, "Do you agree with shaking the brain?"

He has been through hundreds of battles and has long been indifferent to life and death, but when it comes to the safety of the Duke of Fuguo, it is a different matter.

Even though he had seen with his own eyes the pain that the Duke of Fuguo felt when he had a headache, he still didn't dare let him take the risk.

Mo Zhaohua shook his head, "No, this type of disease is also recorded in the Su Xin Yao Shu, and can be treated with acupuncture."

The Duke of Fuguo's eyes flashed instantly, "Just use silver needles?"

He has been tortured a lot in the past two years. Although he acts like he doesn't care in front of Rong Hai, he really wants to be cured from the bottom of his heart.

Rong Hai's eyes lit up when he heard this. As a son, he naturally didn't want to see his elderly father suffering from illness.

Mo Zhaohua replied: "It also requires the use of a prescription, a two-pronged approach, and it will take a long time, at least several months."

This is the case of continuous treatment. If there is an interruption during the period, it may take several months to be cured. It is difficult to say how long it will take.

The Duke of Fuguo was a little excited. "If it can really be cured, it doesn't matter if it takes a few months or even a few years. I can wait."

Rong Hai was worried, "It's just that Zhao Zhao has only been given the Su Xin Yao Shu for a short time. Are you sure he can perform acupuncture on the head?"

It’s not that he doesn’t want to believe Mo Zhaohua, but the time is too short and his head is so fragile. How can he dare to take the risk?

Mo Zhaohua had already thought of this, "That's why Zhao Zhao asked his grandfather and uncle whether they believed in Zhao Zhao."

The Duke of Fuguo himself didn't mind. "Xin, Zhao Zhao was able to break through the Heart Sutra in a month, so what's impossible?"

He would rather try his luck than have an opportunity before him but not even have the courage to try.

Rong Hai advised him, "Dad, please think about it again. If it was somewhere else, it would be fine, but it had to be the head..."

Seeing Rong Hai was unwilling, Mo Zhaohua did not force him, "Uncle is right, how about Zhao Zhao check Uncle's pulse first?"

She is also a child. If Rong Qing encountered this kind of problem and she doesn't know medical skills, she would be as worried as Rong Hai.

"Okay, if you want acupuncture, let me try it first." Rong Hai agreed readily and immediately stretched out his hand for Mo Zhaohua to take his pulse.

"Zhao Zhao thanks uncle for his trust." Mo Zhaohua stood up, moved a chair to him, put it down and sat down.

Although Rong Hai repeatedly tried to stop him, Duke Fuguo didn't say anything. He could understand Rong Hai's feelings as a son.

Rong Hai had also fought in the western frontier for many years, and he returned due to injuries, so naturally he had a lot of injuries on his body.

Mo Zhaohua could tell the symptoms just by taking the pulse. "Uncle, has your right hand been numb and weak from time to time recently?"