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

"Huh?" Rong Hai exclaimed, then smiled, "Is Zhao Zhao's medical skills really that great?"

"This is a blockage of the hand Shaoyin meridian. It's not serious at the moment and the symptoms are mild, but if it gets serious it will affect the heart meridian."

Mo Zhaohua really feels sorry for those who are fighting to the death to defend their country. To die on the battlefield is not just a simple saying.

Even if they are lucky enough to return from the battlefield alive, they will live with injuries and illnesses all their lives and suffer from pain.

"Zhao Zhao said almost the same thing as the doctor." Although Ronghai did not have the imperial physician to see him every month, at least he still had a doctor.

Now that he had seen the doctor, Mo Zhaohua could better prove himself, "Zhao Zhao, write a prescription, and your uncle can make a comparison."

Upon hearing this, Duke Fuguo quickly stood up and considerately gave her the seat behind the desk to write the prescription.

"Thank you, grandpa." Mo Zhaohua walked around the desk and sat down, picking up the pen and concentrating on writing the prescription.

Rong Hai couldn't remember the prescription the doctor had given, so he asked his personal guard waiting outside to get it quickly.

When the guards came back, Mo Zhaohua had already written the prescription. Rong Hai compared it on the spot and said, "They are almost the same."

Mo Zhaohua asked, "Uncle has been in this condition for more than a year, right? After taking the medicine, his condition has not gotten any worse, but it has not gotten better."

Rong Hai nodded, "Indeed."

Mo Zhaohua patiently asked, "Uncle, would you like to try acupuncture?"

Rong Hai thought without hesitation, "If it's just the right hand, Zhao Zhao should try it boldly, even if it's disabled..."

The Duke of Fuguo interrupted him immediately, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you want to try, just try. Don't say discouraging words."

Rong Hai laughed heartily, even daring to tease his own father, "Haha... Dad, when did you believe this?"

The Duke of Fuguo blew his beard and glared, "Get lost, don't force your father to do anything!"

Mo Zhaohua smiled at the father and son, then lit a candle and took out a soft silver needle from the wooden box for disinfection.

Rong Hai quickly took off half of his clothes, revealing his strong arms so that she could find the acupuncture points.

The Duke of Fuguo was watching from the side. He had remained calm in the face of the enemy, but now he became nervous.

After all, Mo Zhaohua has only recently started studying medicine, and Rong Hai is his son, so it's inevitable that he would worry, just as Rong Hai was worried about him before.

"Uncle, don't be nervous. This is not Zhaozhao's first time giving acupuncture. He has been practicing in the mansion these days." Mo Zhaohua comforted him softly.

Rong Hai looked at the slender silver needle in her hand and was indeed a little nervous. "Do you have silver needles in your house?"

"Yes, but this set is specially made according to medical books. It is not convenient for Zhao Zhao to use it, so I asked my uncle for help."

As a girl living in the boudoir, Mo Zhaohua had to hide the fact that she knew medical skills, so naturally, it was not as easy for her to do things as Rong Hai.

The Duke of Fuguo was getting anxious, so he urged Mo Zhaohua, "Zhao Zhao, start now. If you wait any longer, I will get nervous."

"Dad, wasn't he already nervous?" Rong Hai laughed at him, "I'm afraid you weren't this nervous when you were on the battlefield, right?"

The Duke of Fuguo glared at him and said, "Shut up. The more you talk, the more nervous I get. I'm already this old. It's really embarrassing."

Mo Zhaohua didn't delay any longer. While they were bickering, she had already given Rong Hai a shot in the arm. "Uncle, are you feeling unwell?"

Rong Hai stopped talking to the Duke of Fuguo and felt it for a while. "I don't feel any discomfort at the moment."

"That's good. Zhao Zhao will continue to give you acupuncture. If you feel anything, please let Zhao Zhao know immediately."

Mo Zhaohua took out another silver needle, found the acupuncture point that needed to be pierced, gently twisted the silver needle, and slowly inserted it.

In her previous life, she had used silver needles for nearly ten years, and her technique had already reached perfection. Duke Fuguo and Rong Hai were amazed.

After piercing several acupuncture points, Rong Hai felt it, "It's a little painful, but within the tolerable range."

"Okay!" Mo Zhaohua remained calm and continued to give acupuncture. After a while, he asked, "Do you still feel pain now?"

Rong Hai felt it carefully, afraid of missing anything, "It doesn't hurt anymore, but there is a warm feeling again."

"Very good!" Mo Zhaohua's eyes lit up with a smile, "Let's continue. Please ask uncle to give Zhao Zhao feedback in time."

Rong Hai paid attention to the feeling after acupuncture and gave timely feedback to Mo Zhaohua. The Duke of Fuguo gradually relaxed.

Not long after, Mo Zhaohua finally stopped removing the needles, and Rong Hai's right arm was already full of silver needles.

The Duke of Fuguo looked at Rong Hai, then at Mo Zhaohua, "Is that all?"

Mo Zhaohua breathed a sigh of relief and drank another sip of tea to moisten his throat. "We need to wait a little longer before we can remove the needle."

She did have silver needles in her room, but she had only practiced on herself. Today was the first time she gave acupuncture to someone else after her rebirth.

Although she had experience in her previous life, many things had changed in this new life. Her temperament had also changed drastically, and she felt some pressure.

Fortunately, the first attempt was a success and no accidents occurred during the acupuncture. She was still accurate in identifying the acupoints and inserting the needles without any error.

The Duke of Fuguo asked Rong Hai again, "Boss, how do you feel now?"

Rong Hai glanced at his right hand, which was lying flat on the table. "I don't feel anything."

The father and son started chatting about this, and after a while, Mo Zhaohua stood up and walked to Rong Hai.

"You can remove the needles now." Mo Zhaohua removed the silver needles one by one, "Uncle, you can try to move your arm."

Rong Hai tried to wave his arms a few times, then clenched his fists, "It seems to be much better."

The Duke of Fuguo didn't believe it. "Are you kidding me? Acupuncture is not a panacea. It won't work so quickly."

Mo Zhaohua explained, "The effect of the first acupuncture treatment is indeed more obvious, but it will not last long."

Her words were quickly confirmed by Rong Hai, "Indeed, I no longer have that comfortable feeling."

Mo Zhaohua added: "Given my uncle's condition, he will need to be treated with acupuncture about ten times, and he also needs to follow Zhao Zhao's prescription."

Rong Hai moved his arms again, "How often?"

Mo Zhaohua replied, "Initially it is best to give acupuncture once a day, and once the condition improves, you can change it to once every three days."

The Duke of Fuguo naturally hoped that his son would get better soon, "Then can Zhaozhao stay in the mansion for a few days?"

Rong Hai refused, "Dad, Zhao Zhao is getting married soon, and there will be a lot of trivial matters. How can she stay in our house?"

Mo Zhaohua agreed, "No problem, Zhao Zhao will stay for three days. I will teach you how to make medicine. This is also very important."

Rong Hai's eyes widened when he heard this. "Do I need to be taught something as trivial as decocting medicine?"

Mo Zhaohua said solemnly: "The heat and time will affect the efficacy of the medicine. It would be best if it can be decocted according to the requirements."

Acupuncture only requires about ten times, but the medicine needs to be taken for several days. She hopes that the medicine can be taken to its maximum effect.

The Duke of Fuguo cast a pair of shrewd eyes on her and said, "If you were not my granddaughter, I would have doubted you."

Mo Zhaohua's heart skipped a beat. Was she being too hasty? She shouldn't have shown off her medical skills so early.

But she really didn't want to wait any longer. It had been almost half a year since her rebirth, but she hadn't done anything for the people in the Prince's Mansion.

[Note: The description of medical skills is purely fabricated by the author. It is for the needs of the plot. We do not welcome any professional research. Thank you]