Han Du came to Lao Zhu wisely and bowed: "Your Majesty, what happened? Why did His Highness the Crown Prince fall into the water and become like this?"

Lao Zhu gritted his teeth and said nothing.

But Han Du couldn't help but feel worried. He vaguely remembered that he had seen it somewhere in his previous life. It seemed that Zhu Biao died of illness after falling into the water?

Han Du took a deep breath. If the cause of Zhu Biao's death was really caused by falling into the water, then he could not take it lightly.

Han Du subconsciously stepped forward and walked towards Zhu Biao. ??

Han Jingyun sat by the bed and waited on Zhu Biao. His eyes were red when he saw his eldest brother coming, and he couldn't help but asked softly: "Brother"

Han Du looked at his sobbing sister, took a deep breath, and sighed: "Don't worry, since the imperial doctor said it's fine after seeing her, it will definitely be fine."

"Yeah~" Han Jingyun nodded slightly.

Han Du stepped forward to look at Zhu Biao and saw that his face was a little red, and he couldn't help but frown. He stretched out his hand and tried it on Zhu Biao's forehead. Although it was not very hot, Han Du was sure that Zhu Biao did have a fever.

The cold combined with the onset of fever makes it a bit troublesome.

Everyone present knew that Han Du was also knowledgeable in medical skills, and when they saw him reaching out to test, no one said anything to stop him.

Empress Ma was focused on Zhu Biao. She frowned when she saw Han Du stretching out his hand to test, and her heart suddenly tightened. She couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong, Han Du? Is there anything wrong with Biao'er's condition?"

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Han Du took a deep breath, nodded and said, "The prince is unconscious due to the cold, and now he has signs of fever. The situation is not good."

"But the imperial doctor just came to deliver medicine to Biao'er, and he said his condition was not serious?" Queen Ma looked at Han Du in confusion and said quickly.

Han Du immediately shut up. Regarding Zhu Biao's condition, since Han Du didn't understand Chinese medicine, he couldn't deny the imperial doctor's diagnosis. But thinking about it, there should be no problem with the imperial doctor's diagnosis.

But Zhu Biao's situation is indeed not good, he started to have a fever.

After thinking for a moment, Han Du decided to help Zhu Biao reduce his fever first. As long as the fever subsided and the imperial doctor was there to guard him, he should be fine.

Han Du nodded towards Lao Zhu, "The prince has a fever, and the fever must be reduced."

"Use strong alcohol to reduce fever?" Lao Zhu knew how Han Du could reduce fever, so he quickly asked tentatively.

Han Du replied firmly: "Exactly."

Then, he turned to his sister and ordered: "Wipe the prince's forehead with strong alcohol. If the fever still persists, wipe his chest and back with strong alcohol. Remember to change into clean clothes in time after wiping."

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Han Jingyun nodded slightly, indicating that she understood.

Lao Zhu quickly shouted toward the door, "Here, bring some strong liquor."

Soon, several eunuchs came in each holding a jar of strong wine.

Han Jingyun also stood up from the bedside, and with the help of several palace ladies, wiped Zhu Biao's forehead with his own hands.

Han Du sat down in the room and stayed here.

Early the next morning, Han Du, who had been guarding Zhu Biao all night, was very depressed. In order to cheer up, he walked out of the house and prepared to take a few steps at the door to relieve his fatigue.

Han Du had just gone out and before he had taken a few steps, he saw a man dressed as a royal doctor who was stopped by the guards.

Now that Zhu Biao was seriously ill and needed an imperial doctor, how could he be kept out?

Han Du was confused and thought he was here to deliver medicine.

The imperial doctor walked over subconsciously.

"What's going on? Are you here to deliver medicine to His Royal Highness?"

When the guard saw that it was Han Du, he quickly clasped his fists and replied: "Go back to Lord Marquis, there is a special imperial doctor who delivers medicine, not this person in front of you."

Han Du was about to raise his head and ask the imperial doctor what happened.

However, the imperial doctor looked at Han Du with a surprised look on his face, and hurriedly bowed: "Xiaoguan pays homage to the Marquis of Zhenhai. Does the Marquis still remember Xiaguan? Your name is Tan Song."

The name Tan Song seems familiar.

Han Du took a closer look at the imperial doctor and felt that his face was very familiar. However, he couldn't remember where he had met him before.

Tan Song made quick gestures and explained: "When Lord Marquis flew down from the sky, my subordinates treated him."

"Oh" Han Du suddenly realized, raised his finger and pointed at Tan Song, and said affirmatively: "Old Tan, you are Lao Tan."

"Yes, that's the official." Tan Song quickly laughed happily.

Han Du immediately waved his hands to the guards on the left and right, stepped forward and asked curiously: "Didn't you enter the Imperial Hospital? Why did you come to the East Palace?"

When Tan Song heard this, his face suddenly darkened. He glanced left and right, leaned close to Han Du and whispered, "Master Hou, can you lend me a moment to speak?"

Seeing his solemn tone, Han Du also began to become serious.

"Come here."

Han Du took Tan Song to a secluded place.

When the guards saw that Han Du really knew this person, they ignored him and allowed Han Du to take him in.

After Han Du stood still, he looked into Tan Song's eyes and asked, "What's going on? Can you tell me now?"

Tan Song nodded and said slowly: "Master Hou also knows that Xiaguan went to the Taiyuan Hospital, but Xiaguan was only there to record prescriptions."

"Record the prescription?" Han Du asked with some confusion.

Tan Song explained with a smile: "The patients treated in the imperial hospital are either nobles in the palace or princes and ministers. Therefore, every prescription must be recorded. If there is a problem, you can directly trace it to the person who wrote the prescription."

A royal physician."

Han Du listened and nodded, indicating that he understood. But he was still confused about Tan Song coming to the East Palace. What was he doing here?

"What does this have to do with your coming to the East Palace?"

Tan Song nodded slightly and continued: "Your Majesty, the Crown Prince, fell into the water and contracted the cold. I also heard about it. When I was saving the prescription, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. I had something wrong with me.

If you know your skill, you can tell roughly what medicinal materials are being cooked by smell."

When Han Du saw Tan Song's face turn serious, he knew that he was about to reach the key point.

"Xiaguan discovered that there are some differences between the medicinal materials for decoction and those in the prescription."

"Huh?" Han Du suddenly raised his head and stared at Tan Song, his face becoming extremely solemn.

What kind of joke are you kidding? It's Zhu Biao's medicine, but someone dares to tamper with it?

"Are you sure?"

Tan Song solemnly replied: "Of course. Your Highness the Crown Prince was kind to me, and after I noticed it, I hurried over to remind you. I didn't expect to meet the Marquis, otherwise I would have lost my life."

You can't even enter the palace gate."

Han Du thought about it for a few breaths, then grabbed Tan Song's arm and pulled him, "Let's go, follow me."

Arriving outside Zhu Biao's dormitory, Han Du asked Tan Song to wait while he walked in.

Approaching Lao Zhu, "Your Majesty."

Lao Zhu turned around and looked at Han Du calmly, waiting for Han Du's words.

Han Du Fuer carefully explained Tan Song's findings to Lao Zhu.

Lao Zhu's eyes flashed fiercely, his face was as cold as ice, and he said sternly: "Is this absolutely true?"

Han Du shook his head and expressed that he was not sure, "The prince personally ordered Tan Song to recruit him to the Taiyuan Hospital. It is reasonable for him to care about the prince's kindness. Moreover, it is better to believe that this matter is true than to believe that it is not true."

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Lao Zhu took a deep breath and nodded slightly with a cold face, "You are right, I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go."

What the hell do I mean? Han Duding looked at Lao Zhu and didn’t understand where he had such strong murderous intent. ??

Lao Zhu didn't care what Han Du thought, and directly ordered: "Call him in. It will be time to deliver the medicine to Biao'er soon. Let him try and find out if it is true or false."

Han Du nodded and left, went out and brought Tan Song in.

"Your Majesty, Tan Song, pays homage to the Emperor, pays homage to the Queen, and pays homage to Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess." As soon as Tan Song entered the door, he hurriedly bowed to everyone.

Lao Zhu looked at his slightly younger face and couldn't help but frown. In his heart, medical skills can only be accumulated over time. In other words, Tan Song is so young, and in Lao Zhu's opinion, his medical skills are

It's definitely not great.

Is such a person qualified to enter Tai Hospital?

However, now that Tan Song is here to report the news, for the sake of the prince's good, Lao Zhu will not say anything more.

"Get up." Lao Zhu said calmly.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Tan Song straightened up after giving a formal salute.

"Go back behind the screen and wait." Lao Zhu casually ordered.

"According to the order." Tan Song followed the words and walked behind the screen and hid.

Empress Ma and Han Jingyun didn't know what the emperor was going to do, but when they saw Tan Song wearing the official uniform of an imperial doctor, they didn't ask any more questions.

Not long after, the imperial doctor who delivered Zhu Biao medicine came.

The imperial doctor walked in and knelt down, "I would like to inform the emperor that the medicine for His Royal Highness has arrived. Please allow me to take the medicine for His Highness."
To be continued...