Guangling Palace is not as large as Shuangxue Palace, and the furnishings are very simple and plain, but its location is excellent. You only need to go around a ten-foot corridor to reach Qianqing Palace. After Emperor Jing settled his son, he wanted to ask some imperial physicians to show him, but he seemed to think of something and changed his mind, and ordered to the personal eunuch, " Go to Sakai Alley and bring Deng Chaoshan in, hide it and don't let others see it."
Deng Chaoshan was the last head of the imperial hospital, and now he has retired, not to mention how superb his medical skills are, his loyalty alone is enough to surpass Jingdi's exclusive imperial physician. If it weren't for his old age, frailty and lack of energy, Emperor Jing would have wanted him to work for another ten years.
Deng Chaoshan came very quickly. After taking the seventh prince's pulse, he shook his head solemnly, "It's too late, it can't be cured. In addition to the poison of wolfberry grass back then, there are still many toxins accumulated in his body, which should be caused by his daily diet. Or in the medicinal soup, it has now penetrated into the bone marrow and is difficult to eradicate."
"You quack doctor! It's been said that the poison in him is not the poison of wolfberry grass, but Zhu Teng, Zhu Teng, don't you understand human language? With such medical skills, you are even worthy of being called the number one expert in Dayan!" The old ghost dragged Deng Chaoshan's goatee and cursed angrily, but the situation was the same as before, no one could hear him.
Youshu was lying listlessly on the palm of the master, but when she saw this, she got up and barked at Deng Chaoshan. The Seventh Prince quickly lowered his head to kiss his pink nose and small mouth, and comforted him softly, "Shh, don't be afraid, Youshu, it will be fine, everything will be fine." Apart from these words, he had nothing else to say. rhetoric. He has given up hope of getting back on his feet, but before he dies, he will do his best to settle down with Youshu.
Emperor Jing felt very uncomfortable, but he also concealed endless anger. He endured and endured so that he didn't show a distorted expression, "You mean, the old seven has been poisoned all these years?"
Deng Chaoshan was already over seventy years old, even if he died immediately, it would be joy and mourning, so there was nothing to hide. He checked the Seventh Prince's pulse again, and said firmly, "Yes, it is indeed a chronic disease. This minister can treat His Royal Highness, or prolong his life, but if he wants to stand up again, unless the Bodhisattva manifests..."
"What Bodhisattva manifested? You try your best to heal it, don't say those empty words." Emperor Jing thought of Concubine Hui's declaration that she would shorten her son's life, and felt bored for a while.
Deng Chaoshan repeatedly said yes, and was about to write down the prescription, when the Seventh Prince said, "Let's take a look, Father."
Emperor Jing's eyes darkened for a moment, but he did not refute. He stretched out his hand to let Deng Chaoshan feel his pulse. After a while, the other party shook his head slightly, indicating that there was no problem. The prescription was quickly prepared, and a maid immediately took it to boil. Emperor Jing stared at his son after drinking the medicine, hugged him to bed, ordered him to rest early, and left in a hurry.
Inside the concubine-colored curtain, the Seventh Prince could not sleep for a long time. He was still terrified by that thrilling scene, and it was hard to imagine what would happen to Youshu if the ghost mastiff bit him, and how painful he would be. He turned his face, stared at Xiaoxuetuan lying on his pillow, and warned word by word, "Youshu, let's make an agreement. If I encounter danger in the future, you must run away."
Youshu couldn't help feeling resentful when she thought of being pushed away by her master when the sky was falling and the Milky Way was pouring backwards. He got up with a grunt, jumped onto his master's face, gnawed and stepped on it, and kept patting the side of his face with his front paws. The Seventh Prince was extremely itchy from his fluff, and there were a few small teeth marks on the tip of his nose, how could he not understand what he meant.
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