In fact, the so-called “strange symptoms” were deliberately mentioned by Ming Liu to scare the people of the Imperial Medical Bureau.
“Ah, ah… ok, ok!” Feeling slightly guilty, she stood up immediately holding the desk where she knelt for a long time. When she stood up, she almost fell down due to numbness in her legs.
“Be careful,” Wen Qingci supported her.
Ming Liu’s eyes also subconsciously fell on the string of medicinal jade on Wen Qingci’s wrist.
Her fingers clenched tightly together.
If Ming Liu hadn’t made a mistake, the person in front of her… seemed to be Wen Qingci from the Valley of Divine Physicians?
After a few seconds, she tentatively asked, “Wen Xiansheng?”
“Yes,” Wen Qingci smiled and turned to the eunuch following him, instructing, “Bring me the medicine box.”
Mingli’s expression was slightly conflicted, but then she pushed aside all those messy rumors.
There wasn’t time to think about all that; she had to seize this lifeline.
“Wen Xiansheng, this way!”
When the eunuch brought the medicine box, Mingli immediately lifted her skirt and led Wen Qingci out of the palace.
Leaving the imperial physicians in the hall looking at each other.
The so-called “Cold Palace” was a bit far from the Imperial Medical Office.
After walking for more than twenty minutes, Wen Qingci finally saw the plaque of “Shujing Palace.”
He couldn’t help but stop.
When Mingli saw Wen Qingci’s fatigue, she hurried forward and pushed open the palace gate: “Wen Xiansheng, please come in first. I’ll go make tea!”
“It doesn’t matter,” Wen Qingci quickly followed, “Let’s go see Lady Lan first.”
“Okay!”
Different from Xie Bufeng’s residence, Shujing Palace is also old and small, and the paint on the doors and windows has lost its paint at some point, but the plants and trees are obviously cared for and not gloomy.
Pushing open the old screen door and passing a slightly worn silk flower screen.
Wen Qingci finally saw Lady Lan, the female protagonist of this world, Consort Lan Su Qingmu, who was leaning on the couch.
Her eyebrows and eyes were as bright as peonies, even in illness, she still maintained her grace and elegance, just like in the books.
“Your Highness, this is Wen Qingci, the imperial physician,” Mingli quickly stepped forward, helped her mistress up, and slipped a cushion behind her back, “He’s here to see how you’re doing.”
After all, he had harmed her son, so when Wen Qingci saw Consort Lan, he couldn’t help but feel guilty.
But whether it was because she was ill or for some other reason, Wen Qingci saw that Consort Lan didn’t have any special reaction when she saw him.
Su Qiongmu weakly smiled at Wen Qingci, “Thank you, Wen Xiansheng.” Her voice was as soft as silk, and she seemed completely lacking in strength.
“This is my duty.”
Without further ado, Wen Qingci placed the medicine box aside and gently placed his fingertips on her .
Ming Liu held her breath, clutching the handkerchief tightly.
Her face was full of tension, even forgetting about pouring tea to the side.
There was also a trace of anxiety in Consort Lan’s eyes.
After a while, Wen Qingci slowly lowered his hand.
“The pulse is smooth but not stagnant, just like the beads on a plate.” He looked at Concubine Lan with a smile, “Congratulations, your Highness, this is a happy pulse.”
Ming Liu’s expression suddenly became extremely strange.
This, this couldn’t be possible…
Wen Qingci’s expression remained relaxed, but his gaze was extremely confident.
After all, he had read this book.
On the surface, Consort Lan was demoted to Lady Lan, sent to the Cold Palace, and lost her favor.
But the reality was different from what most people thought…
In the past few months, the Emperor hadn’t completely abandoned Consort Lan. In “Supporting the Ming Hall,” it was written that he had visited Shujing Palace late at night once.
Even Ming Liu and Xian Gonggong didn’t know about this.
The so-called happy pulse, in addition to pregnancy, may also appear when the menstrual period is approaching.
In the original work, at Ming Liu’s request, the Imperial Medical Bureau finally sent a physician the next day.
The physician diagnosed the pulse, but in the end, didn’t take it seriously, which directly led to Consort Lan staying in the Cold Palace for more than two months longer.
Consort Lan hadn’t spoken yet, but Mingli became anxious first, “Wen Xiansheng, can you diagnose her again? Um… maybe you read it wrong?”
Wen Qingci shook his head: “It can’t be wrong.”
Finally, he suddenly restrained his smile and looked at Consort Lan’s eyes, “But Your Ladyship must not be too happy too early.”
Consort Lan finally spoke, “Why?”
“This pregnancy is not easy for you.”
In the original work, Consort Lan’s biggest regret in life was here.
Affected by the medical level at the time, it wasn’t until she was about to give birth that the Imperial Physician discovered that Consort Lan’s child was in a .
The fetus’ buttocks are downward, making delivery difficult, not to mention the child’s considerable weight.
Because it was discovered too late, there was no way to turn things around.
Although Consort Lan escaped a disaster, that little princess did not survive.
Wen Qingci’s words finally made Consort Lan nervous.
“Why do you say that, Wen Xiansheng?”
“From the pulse, the fetus should be in a breech position,” Wen Qingci said calmly.
This kind of thing couldn’t be diagnosed by pulse alone, and even the fetal position would constantly change throughout the pregnancy period. But with the identity of a “divine physician,” once he said it, Consort Lan believed it ninety percent.
The color drained from the woman’s face instantly.
Wen Qingci averted his gaze, took out pen and paper, and began writing a prescription.
And used this as a cover for his anxiety.
Entering the palace was easy, but leaving the palace was difficult. The original owner had been in the Taishu Palace for several years and couldn’t leave until his death.
In order to save his life, Wen Qingci must make multiple preparations.
“Death escape” is only a last resort.
As for the best plan, it was certainly to clarify that he hadn’t poisoned anyone and to behave well, seeking leniency.
Although Xie Bufeng was ruthless, he wasn’t unreasonable.
In the original work, Xie Bufeng didn’t appear much.
But it could still be seen that although he had no feelings for Consort Lan, he still respected her.
In addition to making Consort Lan the empress dowager and giving her supreme honor, Xie Bufeng also respected her thoughts and suggestions.
Whether this was due to the female lead’s halo or some hidden plot behind the scenes, Wen Qingci had to seize it.
… Retreating ten thousand steps, in such a Mary Sue palace drama, standing on the side of the female lead was never wrong.
And if Consort Lan were to help him, he also had to do something that other imperial physicians couldn’t do.
After writing the prescription, Wen Qingci put down his pen.
Consort Lan fainted probably due to low blood sugar.
Wen Qingci cleared his throat and said to her, “If Lady Lan feels drowsy again next time, she can eat some fruit or drink honey water.”
Wen Qingci’s words finally brought Consort Lan back to her senses.
Ignoring other things, she asked directly, “Is there a way to resolve the fetal position issue?”
Although he had been influenced by the clinic since childhood and had a background in modern medicine, Wen Qingci was still a student. At this moment, his heart was almost jumping out of his throat.
But he endured it and said calmly and bluntly, “We must monitor closely, examine the pulse regularly, and treat it to know. It’s impossible to say for sure at the moment.”
The imperial physician’s visits were recorded.
Today, it was understandable that Wen Qingci rushed over temporarily because Consort Lan had fainted.
But it was impossible for a Consort who had been demoted to the Cold Palace to constantly request him to check her pulse.
“I understand…” Consort Lan nodded slowly.
“Ming Liu, pour a cup of tea for Wen Xiansheng,” Consort Lan smiled slightly. Although she still looked tired, there was still a hint of charm between her brows and eyes, “Although we are in the Cold Palace, we still must observe the proper etiquette.”
“Yes!” After listening for a long time, Ming Liu also realized that Wen Qingci’s diagnosis was not wrong, and her mistress and the Emperor were still entangled.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but feel happy, and her actions of pouring tea became especially brisk.
“Wen Xiansheng, please.” Unlike Ming Liu, who showed her happiness on her face, Consort Lan still looked nervous.
“Thank you, Lady Lan.” Wen Qingci smiled as he took the tea and took a sip.
Consort Lan took a deep breath, paused for a moment, and asked tentatively, “Will you help me, Wen Xiansheng?”
Wen Qingci put down the tea cup, nodded gently, and said, “This is natural.”
“All right, in that case, I have an unpleasant request,” Consort Lan clenched her hand, paused for a moment, and said to Wen Qingci, “I need you, Wen Xiansheng, to find a certain medicine for me.”
Wen Qingci slowly nodded.
His mood became slightly heavier — from now on, he and Consort Lan were like grasshoppers on the same rope.
In the original “Supporting the Ming Hall,” the original owner, although later became a confidant of the Emperor, never got involved in the harem’s troubles.
Ah, it was all because the original owner brought Xie Bufeng back from Suzhou to Yongdu?
He was now repaying that debt.
Wen Qingci didn’t say much more, but began to organize the medicine box.
Perhaps it was because of the notorious reputation of “Immortal Demon” that even Consort Lan couldn’t help but ask: “Wen Xiansheng, why do you want to help me?”
Although she was pregnant, it wasn’t certain whether this pregnancy would be successful or not.
Wen Qingci was highly regarded by the Emperor, and he didn’t need to help her at all. This was a difficult task that might not even bring him any benefits. If he failed to deliver the baby successfully in the end, as the chief physician, he would be held responsible…
Wen Qingci unconsciously answered, “As a physician, no one can watch lives that could be saved, vanish before their eyes.”
Consort Lan was stunned for a moment.
In the end, realizing that this sentence was out of character, alarm bells rang in his heart.
No, no!
Wen Qingci slowly raised his head, put down his work, and hurriedly found a remedy, “But for me, this rare pulse, and the matter of turning the fetus’s position around, are just interesting.”
His face was pale, but his words were full of interest.
This was in line with the image of a medical fanatic.
Sure enough, Consort Lan smiled, nodded gently and once again, thanked Wen Qingci.
…
No one in the Taishu Palace ever cared about Xie Bufeng.
Even though he had been warned, the young eunuch was still lazy and went to Yuguang Palace nearly half an hour late to collect the bowls.
“If Your Highness doesn’t like it, you can just say so,” seeing the lunch untouched, and Xie Bufeng hadn’t moved, the little eunuch was full of resentment for the wasted trip, “When Wen Xiansheng comes back from the Cold Palace, the servant will definitely convey your thoughts to him.”
The young man interrupted him suddenly, “Cold Palace?”
The eunuch said impatiently: “Isn’t that right? He went to see Lady Lan.”
Xie Bufeng slowly lowered his eyes, and there was a rare ripple in his amber eyes.
The young eunuch was about to put away the bowl when the young man suddenly walked back to the stone table.
This time, his movements were unusually slow.
After hesitating for a moment, Xie Bufeng finally picked up the spoon and gently touched it to his lips.
The dishes on the stone table were already cold.
But the sweetness of the bone broth mixed with the bitterness of the medicinal herbs activated Xie Bufeng’s numb taste buds in an instant.
This taste was completely different from the food he had eaten before, which only served to satisfy his hunger…
Winning over our boy with delicious, nutritious meals and taking care of his mama 😂