The daughter of the first wife is reborn and marries a rich family again

Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation, but if the patient insists on doing so, he will not force it.

The imperial physician has lived for so many years and has seen everything. It's just a cold, so taking the pulse will be enough.

He placed a silk handkerchief as thin as a cicada's wing on Yu Caiwei's slender wrist and began to take her pulse.

And behind the curtain, Xiao Cheng was not idle at all.

Yu Caiwei only grabbed one of his hands, and his other hand was still free.

Her eyes were warning, but he didn't stop.

He lay on his side on the bed, half-propped up, and used his free hand to slowly untie the cumbersome clothes on Yu Caiwei.

For some parts that were difficult to take off, he patiently and carefully handled them.

Yu Caiwei didn't dare to move, and her whole body seemed to be split in two.

Half of them were being examined by the imperial physician, while the other half was being played with and lit on fire in Xiao Cheng's hands.

But she didn't dare to show any abnormality and bit her lips tightly.

There was only a curtain between the imperial physician and the two men, and the two men could even hear the imperial physician's breathing and smell the faint scent of medicine on his body.

Fortunately, the imperial physician felt that his hands were too heavy and he did not think much about it when he hurt the patient, otherwise, it would be hard to tell how the situation would end.

"Miss, this pulse..."

The more the imperial physician felt the pulse, the more he felt it was strange. It was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. It didn't seem like a cold, but more like a heart disease.

He pinched his white beard and felt the patient more and more vigorously. It was supposed to take half a quarter of an hour to feel the patient's pulse, but it took him two quarters of an hour.

In the end, Han Yan couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing that the amplitude of the curtain's fluctuations was getting bigger and bigger, she was afraid that the imperial physician would notice something, so she spoke directly.

"My Lord, please prescribe some medicine for the cold. My daughter has been healthy since she was a child and rarely gets sick. She will be fine after taking two doses of medicine."

The imperial physician frowned and pursed his lips tightly, then he said, "I feel the pulse is really strange. It doesn't seem like a simple cold, but some strange disease. We should lift the curtain and take a look at the young lady's tongue coating first."

Lift the veil?

These four simple words made the two people on the bed stop their actions instantly. Yu Caiwei frowned, her eyes fixed on him.

Now you're in trouble.

Although Han Yan was only a maidservant of fifteen or sixteen, when she got angry, she was much stronger than the imperial physician who was in his fifties or sixties.

She forcibly pulled the man out of the room, bowed to him first, and showed a guilty expression on her face.

But his tone was firm: "My dear doctor, my young lady just caught a cold. Just prescribe two doses of warming and nourishing medicine."

"I have to look carefully before I can prescribe any medicine..."

The imperial physician had great medical ethics. He did not intend to prescribe any medicine without confirming the illness and just based on Han Yan's one-sided statement.

Han Yan glared at him, and even though she had no confidence, she insisted and reached out to push the person out.

"My young lady's condition has improved a lot today. I believe she will be well again tomorrow. I'd better not trouble the imperial physician."

After pushing the person out of the door and meeting the nanny's stern gaze, Han Yan forced a stiff smile and opened her mouth to speak.

"My young lady is fast asleep. How can I ignore her wishes and the reputation of a woman in the boudoir and directly lift the curtain to examine her?"

"Once my young lady has had a good sleep, she will go and see the imperial physician."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took out two bulging purses from her arms and handed them to the nanny and the imperial physician.

"Thank you for taking the trouble to come here. I'll give you a cup of tea with this little change."

The nanny and the imperial physician looked at each other, their eyes fixed on the swollen pouch in Han Yan's hand.

It was the nanny who reached out her hand first. Miss Yu was not a proper mistress to begin with, so it didn't matter to her whether the patient was treated or not.

She took the purse, shook it in her hands, raised her lips with satisfaction, a hint of a smile on her face, and nodded at Han Yan.

"Since Miss Yu is not available to see the doctor, you can just prescribe some medicine to treat the cold. If the condition worsens, I will ask someone to call you back."

The imperial physician naturally couldn't be so ignorant. He took the purse from Han Yan's hand, then opened his medicine box, took out some ready-made packaged medicinal materials and handed them to Han Yan.

"Boil three bowls of this medicine into one bowl, and take two portions a day."

Han Yan took the herbs and bowed again. After sending the two away, she breathed a sigh of relief and stood guard at the door, not allowing any maid to enter.

"You are quite a clever little maid."

She seemed to be smarter than her previous maid, but it was such a pity for that girl.

She fell asleep without realizing it, and when Yu Caiwei opened her eyes in a daze, a long time had passed.

She was starving, and before she even opened her eyes she said in a hoarse voice: "Han Yan, is there anything to eat? I'm hungry."

She didn't eat much in the morning and didn't drink a drop of water at noon.

Within a few breaths, a spoon was handed to her mouth. The scorching temperature and the strong aroma of rice penetrated into her nose. She opened her eyes and looked, but she saw that it was not Han Yan but Xiao Cheng.

What is he doing here?

Today the sun really rose from the west.

Yu Caiwei turned her head away and a cold voice came.

"Why is Prince Xiao's army still here?"

Xiao Cheng's movements paused, and his inky black eyes moved slightly and fell on Yu Caiwei's mouth.

Yu Caiwei's mouth was unusually red and swollen, with clear teeth marks visible on it. She didn't know whether she had bitten herself or someone else.

"You are mine, isn't it natural for me to be in your room?"

His deep voice seemed to be telling of endless friendship, but only Yu Caiwei knew that he was cold-hearted and had no sincerity at all, and it was all possessiveness that was at work.

She had seen clearly his heart in her previous life, and she realized that he was truly heartless and disloyal.

"When did I become yours?"

Xiao Cheng threw the spoon back into the bowl, not understanding where the anger in his heart came from.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Your body and heart belong to me in both lives. How can you not be mine?"

They have already done the most intimate thing in their past and present lives, what else does she want?

"you……."

Yu Caiwei hesitated to speak, as what he said did make some sense.

Xiao Chengda clenched his hands and stared at Yu Caiwei with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to see something from her face.

Yu Caiwei turned her head and looked at Xiao Cheng, her eyes as deep as a pool, "Considering our relationship, Master Xiao should leave quickly."

"Are you chasing me away?"

if not?

As if he had sensed this meaning from Yu Caiwei's eyes, Xiao Cheng turned and left.

After Xiao Cheng left, Yu Caiwei called Han Yan in again.

"Han Yan, you did a great job today."

With tears still in the corners of her eyes, Han Yan picked up the bowl of warm porridge and fed it to Yu Caiwei mouthful by mouthful with a spoon.

On the other side, Xiao Cheng went to the martial arts arena, picked up a sword and started fighting. However, after just one move, the heavy sword fell from his hand and fell to the ground.

I was actually a little absent-minded.