My old Gong is a fine score [Transmigration Book]

Yan Shaoning's expression was a little serious, and he asked Qin Yuanxi to change hands after a while, pressing his left hand and then pressing his right hand, turning his eyelids and looking at his tongue coating, Qin Yuanxi also went to Chinese medicine for a period of time when he was recuperating his body when he was a child, it was just the same old way of looking, hearing and asking, Yan Shaoning After reading for a long time and asking for a long time, I finally came to only one conclusion.

"Your Majesty has many dreams at night, it may be because of too much worry, it is better to let go of it, and don't be depressed."

But obviously this answer is not satisfactory, but looking at Miracle Physician Yan's eyes, there is something wrong, obviously there is something left to say, Qin Yuanxi feels uncomfortable.

"If the genius doctor has something to say, just say it directly, don't I have the right to know about my body?"

As he said that, he glanced at Lu Bohuan, very displeased: "The genius doctor didn't tell me, is there something unspeakable?"

This is not polite at all, everyone knows that Yan Shaoning belongs to Lord Lu, and Lord Lu specially invited a doctor from outside the palace to see His Majesty. It is unreasonable for Yan Shaoning to be Lord Lu's man, and no one dares to say anything.

Now this unreasonableness is directly manifested, and Qin Yuanxi didn't shy away from it, anyway, that meant that if you didn't tell me about my physical condition, would you still secretly go back and tell your master?At the same time, he expressed his dissatisfaction to Lu Bohuan!

Does Lord Lu live by the sea?How come he cares about everything, whether I take medicine or not, he also cares about my illness, he also cares about my illness, isn't it too lenient?

"Say." Lu Bohuan received the bad signal from Qin Yuanxi, with his hands behind his back, his face was cold, obviously his attitude was not very good.

Worrying too much?What are you worrying about?What kind of worry?And why worry?Did you do something with a guilty conscience, or hide some secret?

Yan Shaoning was very embarrassed, looked around, finally sighed, and said directly: "Your Majesty's pulse condition is very disordered, unheard of and unseen, and the pulse condition seems to be smooth." Yan Shaoning paused slightly when he said this, Subconsciously glanced at Qin Yuanxi and continued to say: "After careful inspection, there is no trace. I really can't tell what the pulse is. My knowledge is shallow, and I may need to go back and read more medical books."

Qin Yuanxi: "What do you mean? I don't understand, so keep it simple."

It was even more difficult for Yan Shaoning, so he went to see Lu Bohuan again, but Prince Lu still had that frosty face, Yan Shaoning's heart was pounding, and finally he could only say with a wry smile: "I'm not very knowledgeable, I can only see that your majesty's pulse is abnormal, It's very messy, but I really can't see what caused it, no, "

"Call all the imperial doctors in the imperial hospital."

Prince Lu finally spoke. Yan Shaoning felt a chilly gaze fall on him, subconsciously moved his body a little further away from Prince Lu, and said haha: "That's what I mean, the imperial physicians in the palace are all skilled , call more imperial physicians to come over for consultation, maybe one or two can be researched."

Qin Yuanxi pinched his cuffs subconsciously, raised his head and asked Yan Shaoning: "If even a genius doctor can't see it, then I won't have some incurable disease, right?"

It's not that he scares himself, the key point is that the level of medical technology in ancient times is really poor, and people with minor illnesses and disasters may lose their lives. How can people who eat whole grains in life not get sick? No surgery, no various tests, no blood drawn, no tests for anything, if he really got some kind of disease here, it's really very possible to take his life directly.

Humans, that’s the problem. It’s okay when you don’t think about it. When you think about it, it’s easy to feel more and more uncomfortable. In the end, when all the imperial physicians took turns to diagnose Qin Yuanxi’s pulse, His Majesty’s face was already pale. When the diagnosis couldn't figure out why, His Majesty's complexion was as frosty, with a look of lovelessness.

It's not surprising that Qin Yuanxi, the person involved, would react, but it's strange that Prince Lu's complexion was not very good. After the eighth imperial physician also shook his head, Prince Lu finally couldn't help but get angry.

"A bunch of waste, what's the use of raising you, you can't even diagnose a pulse, if there is no conclusion, all of you will be dismissed!"

It's hard to say whether the imperial doctors were shocked, but Qin Yuanxi was shocked anyway. He was already tense, for fear that if some bad disease was diagnosed, it would not be a bad thing if there was no result. Anyway, it was an undecided matter, and there was always a glimmer of hope, and that was how he cheered himself up.

From an optimistic point of view, it is just low blood pressure. If the pulse cannot be diagnosed, it is actually not so difficult to accept.

As a result, the psychological construction here hadn't been done yet, so Lu Bohuan let out a flat roar, scaring him away.

Qin Yuanxi pressed his heart, wanted to say something, and saw the next imperial doctor who was going to continue to take the pulse in front of him. His hair was gray and he was about the same age as his father. It can be seen from this angle, and his sweat began to drip down his neck, and he couldn't bear it for a while.

"Take care slowly, it's okay." He stretched out his hand to help the person up, actively enlivening the atmosphere: "It's just that I haven't had a good rest these two days. It's actually not a big deal. The regent is a little too worried. Don't mind me, my lords."

Lu Bohuan glanced at him, seeing all Qin Yuanxi's movements, then stood aside like a sculpture with his hands behind his back, and did not speak again.

The imperial physician wiped his sweat with his sleeve, and continued to diagnose His Majesty's pulse, switching back and forth with his left and right hands again. Qin Yuanxi was almost numb. Just as he was trying to find a way to quickly end this farce, the imperial physician finally spoke again.

"Your Majesty's pulse seems to be like," the imperial physician dared not speak, and glanced behind him, and found that his colleagues all lowered their heads, not daring to look into his eyes, and they understood a little bit in their hearts, probably everyone has been diagnosed, He just didn't dare to say it, or he couldn't say it, so he blindly avoided it. But at this time, the regent was already angry. If he didn't have an answer, he might not be able to be kind.

Then he gritted his teeth cruelly and said directly: "Like a woman's connections."