The reborn son cursed his mother, bah, she heard it all

Suddenly someone fainted. A normal person would shake the fainted person and try to wake her up, but no one did.

It felt like there was a glass ball in my arms that would break if touched.

He stood motionless, half-bent his knees, with his arms around her waist, letting her soft head rest on his shoulder, breathing softly.

The emperor was naturally frightened as well, and stood up with a bang, "Don't worry, Yan Zhuo, she must be tired. Carry her to the room and let her lie down. I will summon all the doctors to the palace to see her."

Yan Zhuo snorted with a cold look in his nose, "Those rubbish can't even match her medical skills, what's the point of inviting them?"

emperor,"……"

After all, he is an official appointed by the imperial court. Couldn't you be more subtle when scolding him?

"As the old saying goes, a doctor doesn't treat himself, and doesn't pass on his skills to other doctors. So, are you good at taking a pulse or am I good at taking a pulse? Can you tell me?" The emperor died.

The imperial concubine had just finished surgery, and he didn't even rush in to show concern for her right away, but he's still being stubborn?

Yan Zhuo was silent for a moment, staring at Jiang Ying's slightly tired and pale face, but he could not find a better way.

At the end, he said "hmm" with a heavy nasal tone.

The posture of his hands and body, however, was as steady as an old dog, without any change.

Because he seemed to have heard her mention this before, that if someone suddenly fainted or fell and couldn't get up, the first thing to do was not to move him, but to evacuate the people watching around to allow air to circulate.

It would be best if the patient could wake up on his own. Otherwise, he should wait for a professional to help instead of letting someone who doesn't understand medicine do it.

Therefore, he looked at the panic-stricken palace servants in the yard, "Your Majesty, tell them to get out of here and stop competing with my Yingying for air. Also, when the imperial doctors come, they are not allowed to come all at once. Three at a time, each with half a cup of tea. If they can't explain anything, they will be taken away and beaten with a stick!"

This saves those old guys from talking about Tai Chi all the time.

emperor,"……"

When it comes to tyranny and unreasonableness, even I, the emperor, am not as good as him, right?

If it weren't for the fact that Jiang was doing this because she was treating the imperial concubine, he really wanted to kick them both out of the palace!

Show, so showy!

Even a layman like him could roughly feel that Jiang was probably overworked. Yan Zhuo's martial arts skills were so high, how could he really not tell whether the person was asleep or had an illness and couldn't wake up?

Just out of concern!

What the emperor didn't know was that Yan Zhuo was not blinded by the situation, he just didn't want any possible eventuality, especially something that would harm Jiang Ying.

Not long after, more than a dozen imperial doctors came on orders.

When they heard that it was Jiang Ying's turn to see a doctor, everyone looked at each other in surprise. "This... Miss Jiang's medical skills are so superb that even the emperor awarded her a plaque of 'Excellent Doctor' as a reward. Can we... be worthy of her?"

"What disease does she have? Is it serious? What if we can't cure it?"

Xiao Xuanzi was unhappy when he heard this. "Diseases come from the mouth, and disasters come from the mouth. I advise you to talk less and do more. What's the point of discussing these trivial things? Do you dare to disobey the imperial decree?"

If Miss Jiang is not seriously injured, their trip is just a formality to reassure Prince Yan.

Hearing this, more than a dozen imperial doctors looked at Xiao Xuanzi at the same time, as if a door of inspiration had been opened...

About half a cup of tea later, the imperial doctors surrounded Xiaoxuanzi and stuffed a lot of things into his mouth. Finally, they figured out the whole story and were no longer so panicked.

And, the first three groups will be decided by rock-paper-scissors.

Obviously, they are afraid to touch the rhythm of frowning.

Xiaoxuanzi wanted to laugh when he saw this. After they had arranged their order for the consultation, they were brought forward in groups.

Even though they had prepared themselves mentally beforehand, the imperial doctors still couldn't help but shiver when they saw Yan Zhuo's icy face.

Especially the first group.

The first doctor, Xiao, did not dare to make a diagnosis after feeling the pulse. He just lowered his head and whispered, "Your Highness, I am a humble official with limited knowledge. Let's wait for Doctor Zhang and Doctor Miao to finish feeling the pulse. The three of us will discuss and make a final conclusion."

Yan Zhuo frowned and spoke coldly, "Shouldn't you all spend more time on medical skills? Don't just go home and play with your grandchildren all day long! Have your sons and grandchildren learned the family tradition thoroughly? Maybe they can inherit your legacy?"

Just a few words made the three imperial doctors break out in cold sweat.

Finally, it was the emperor who spoke up to save them from further suffering. "Alright, go and discuss it over there. You need to explain not only the condition and severity of the disease, but also decide what medicine to take. Otherwise, I can't help you if you are vague!"

Didn’t you see that his cousin is like a burning firecracker and no one knows when it will explode.

The three imperial doctors, Xiao, Zhang and Miao, moved aside with bitter faces and did not dare to discuss for too long. Finally, they gave Yan Zhuo a result of "overwork and lack of rest" with trepidation and prescribed a prescription to calm the nerves and strengthen the spleen.

Yan Zhuo knew what was going on, but he just didn't like these doctors. Just when he was about to find fault, Doctor Miao suddenly stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, may I ask if Miss Jiang slept very late last night? We can see dark circles under Miss Jiang's eyes. She must have stayed up late. In addition, she spent half a day treating the imperial concubine, so it is normal for her to be exhausted."

Last night? Yan Zhuo thought about it briefly. Wasn’t he with Ying’er last night…

Putting aside the now-turned-to-ash Hu Xinglin, last night could be said to be the happiest night for him since he had the little woman in his heart.

So strictly speaking, it was he who made Ying'er endure this night...

Thinking of this, Yan Zhuo suddenly pursed his lips with a twinkling look in his eyes, and stared down at the quiet and well-behaved little woman in his arms~

Perhaps he felt guilty, he stared at the area around her lower eyelids without blinking, and the color was indeed much darker than other parts!

The tone was... not so cold anymore. "In that case, quickly go and make the medicine. If Ying'er can wake up before tomorrow, I will not hold you accountable for your lack of talent and knowledge!"

Xiao, Zhang, Miao, "..."

If you want to cure the disease, just cure it. Can you not be sarcastic and say something that hurts the patient?

Originally, the three of them, under tremendous pressure, finally convinced Prince Yan that Miss Jiang was fine and that they just needed to inform the people behind them and let them follow their instructions. However, after walking out of the yard, the three of them looked at each other and shook their heads.

"I can't say it, this kind of precious experience must be experienced together so that everyone can empathize with it."

When the other imperial doctors saw the three of them, they came forward to inquire about the situation.

Doctor Miao stepped forward with an unfathomable look on his face, "No comment, no comment, you will find out when you go there."

So, when Jiang Ying cleared his mind and his soul had recuperated enough in the space, he opened his eyes dazedly and saw a dozen imperial doctors standing in the corridor, each holding a bowl of medicine in their hands, which was hot, black and smoking.

Jiang Ying: "…The palace has too many medicinal herbs. Are we going to use them for a medicine-making competition?"

"Puchi", was the sound of the emperor unable to hold back his laughter.

At this moment, he had already taken the time to check on the imperial concubine and the fetus. As Jiang Ying said, the treatment was very successful. In the past, when he put his palm on the imperial concubine's belly, he would feel that one side of the belly was big and the other side was small. The key point was that one side moved violently while the other side had no reaction at all. He tried it just now, and the two children were as quiet as good babies.

This shows that they have achieved a delicate balance in the womb.

In this way, the child will not bother the imperial concubine, and her spirit will be restored, which is also good for the child.

Now that his major concern had been resolved, the emperor was of course in a mood to enjoy the fun again.

He drank his tea slowly and said jokingly, "What kind of medicine-making competition is this? Jiang, this is all your fault. You fainted and frightened our Prince Yan. So, he hurriedly summoned more than a dozen imperial doctors to the palace to see you. It would have been fine if he had mobilized so many people, but he actually thought that these people's words were exactly the same. Could they have studied from the same medical book?

"Or was it a pre-planned trick to fool him?

"So, I asked each imperial physician to prepare some medicine and boil it, and then let it cool down and try it out in bowls. I wanted to see if they were all from the same school or if they were just making up lies to deceive him!"

After listening to every word of these, Jiang Ying subconsciously flashed out from Yan Zhuo's arms.

She opened her eyes wide, looking at him half in disbelief and half in amusement, "Your Highness, I didn't realize you are such a highness?"

This method of bullying is more than just tricky.

When Yan Zhuo saw her wake up, he felt relieved. Even though he was being teased, he enjoyed it.

He pulled her hand in a weird way, "What do you think? They keep talking like they are reciting a book, so I will test them to see if they have recited the recipe correctly. Is there any problem? In case I really give it to you to drink, what if something bad happens after drinking it? Ying'er, I am doing this for you, and you are still teasing me."

In full view of everyone, the Dog Prince spoke sweet words to her with great affection, and Jiang Ying felt very uncomfortable.

Especially the imperial doctors standing in rows, their eyes were filled with resentment, and they almost wanted to curse her.

Jiang Ying felt a chill on her neck. She stopped talking about this and pointed at Yan Zhuo's half-bent knee. "Your Highness, your leg... is injured?"

Hearing this, Yan Zhuo wanted to curse the little heartless person.

However, his eyes rolled, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly lost his dignity and threw himself into Jiang Ying's arms, "Yingying, my legs are numb, please... help me up!"

It turned out that he maintained that difficult posture for several hours in order not to move her.

Is it possible to not have stiff bones?

However, Jiang Ying had only just recovered for a short time, especially since Yan Zhuo was so big, he pounced on her like a big golden hair...

Okay, let’s fall to the ground together.

Just when Jiang Ying thought she was going to be unlucky and serve as a meat cushion for Yan Zhuo, the man actually still had the energy to switch their positions, so after a while, it was her who was on top of Yan Zhuo instead of Yan Zhuo pressing him.

In the distance, a row of imperial doctors holding bowls and the emperor holding cups all widened their eyes.