Doctor Yang made a thorough diagnosis and said, "Please step aside."
No one protested. Many medical families have their own secret prescriptions and techniques. Doctor Yang is trying to detoxify, and it is normal for people to avoid him.
Even Lu Fenghe was ready to get up and go outside.
"If you are not feeling well, please stay here." After saying this, he also joked, "A husband can't live without his wife."
Lu Fenghe raised his head and glanced at Imperial Physician Yang, bowed his head and said, "Thank you, Imperial Physician Yang, for your consideration."
Everyone went out. Even the medicine boy of Imperial Physician Yang retreated to the outside after preparing the acupuncture equipment for Imperial Physician Yang.
The sounds inside can be heard from the outside, but the actual operations cannot be seen.
"Is the prince's body poisonous?" Lu Fenghe asked,
Imperial Physician Yang swayed, left and right, or bent upright, vaguely looking like he was giving Shen Nanxun acupuncture.
"The poison is there, and the government doctor handled it very well."
"Then why are you still unconscious?"
Imperial Physician Yang glanced at Lu Fenghe, "This depends on God's will, but it will happen sooner or later. It just depends on whether it will be sooner or later."
No one outside could hear the next words. Lu Fenghe said in a breathy voice: "Later, it won't be too late at night."
"It's okay, sleeping well is the best way to nourish your body."
Doctor Yang was still busy, and there was the sound of tools clattering.
"Your Majesty said frankly about the plan of suffering meat." Doctor Yang whispered amidst the sounds of knocking.
Lu Fenghe's expression was solemn. She guessed that it was not from the Xiangwang family, but she didn't expect that it was an official who said it bluntly. This matter would be difficult to handle. The words were said in words, but it was not stated clearly, but it was difficult to explain clearly.
It doesn't seem to matter who the assassin is. The officials said it was him. Even if the Yamen got the result, the officials would only think it was Shen Nanxun's trick.
"This way I won't dare to be independent."
Lu Fenghe didn't really know much about Shen Nanxun's affairs outside, so she really couldn't decide for Shen Nanxun when he would wake up.
"Acupuncture is still needed in the evening." Doctor Yang said, his voice not quiet.
Lu Fenghe immediately raised his voice and said, "I don't want to bother the two masters. I'll just have to thank Dr. Yang again for visiting me in the evening."
Imperial Physician Yang said with some embarrassment: "I am on duty today."
Lu Fenghe said anxiously: "It's convenient for Dr. Yang to do it. It's cheaper to come back after the next shift. I'll have to wait no matter how late it is."
Imperial Physician Yang looked very confused, "Don't talk about getting Haichu."
"You have to wait, and Haimo can also wait. I only know Imperial Physician Yang, and the other physicians really don't dare to bother. Imperial Physician Yang is considerate."
Doctor Yang finally agreed reluctantly, "Okay, hey."
After the two of them finished their performance, Dr. Yang asked the medicine boy to come in and pack his things. Dr. Yang went to write down the prescription on the table outside, but it was not for internal use, but for external use.
"Grind all the medicinal materials into powder, stir-fry over low heat until slightly charred, add water slowly, stir quickly to form a paste, apply around the wound without touching the wound."
"In addition, apply it on Taichong point, Shaofu point, Tanzhong point, Taichong, Shaofu point before applying medicine, massage a stick of incense for a while until fever, and directly apply thick hot ointment on Tanzhong point."
Imperial Physician Yang called the government doctor and Fu An in to give instructions together.
"Do you remember?" he asked again.
Both of them should go.
Imperial Physician Yang then turned to Lu Fenghe and said, "I dare to take my wife's pulse."
Lu Fenghe stretched out his hand and said, "Mr. Yang, please don't belittle yourself or get what you want."
Doctor Yang took a long time to listen to the pulse and even changed his hands to listen again.
"My wife's recovery is excellent, but since she has cultivated herself, there is no need to overthink it."
Lu Fenghe thanked him and said, "What the imperial doctor said is absolutely correct. I'll note it down."
"Then I took my leave, and my wife stayed behind."
After speaking, Imperial Physician Yang left with the medicine boy.
Lu Fenghe sat for a while, feeling a little sore and weak in his back, so Fu'an sent Dr. Yang in.
Fu'an has always known that the color of the mistress is good, and he is somewhat accustomed to the color of the mistress.
But at this sudden sight, Fu'an felt as if he was seeing an orphan porcelain collected by the county prince, without any flaws, but with a pure and soft brilliance.
Fu'an quickly lowered his head and silently recited a few words about sin, sin, sin.
"My subordinates have done everything I asked you to do. The imperial doctor told me not to think too much, and I will serve my master well."
Lu Fenghe really felt that he was useless here, and he did not feel very comfortable.
"So I will go back first and report any news immediately."
Fu'an bowed and said, "Yes, the sedan has been waiting in the courtyard."
Lu Fenghe stood up, and as soon as his hand left Shen Nanxun, Shen Nanxun started again.
If Imperial Physician Yang hadn't been here, Lu Fenghe would have thought that Shen Nanxun was pretending to be faint, how could the time be stuck so perfectly.
The people serving in the room never expected that their master, who was always decisive in killing and cold-spoken, would be so inseparable from his wife.
Lu Fenghe stood up ruthlessly, feeling that this state could not last long, and he could not let himself sit here forever.
Unfortunately, God failed, and Shen Nanxun's state not only continued, but also got worse. He even coughed twice and vomited out all the soup, rice and porridge he had finally swallowed.
The situation was a bit awkward for a while, and Lu Fenghe was in a dilemma.
She wanted to reconcile, but only for the sake of the children, for the Lu family, and for...so that Shen Nanxun could finally get married with a lover.
She has no hatred for Shen Nanxun, and she has no hope that he will not die well... She even still has admiration for him.
With sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a handsome figure, how can you not like it?
Grinding but not phosphorus, nirvana but not 缁, how can we not admire it?
Lu Fenghe frowned and thought for a while, she really couldn't and didn't want to stay in Tingzhuyuan all the time.
"Can the Crown Prince move now?" Lu Fenghe asked the doctor.
The doctor replied, "Your Majesty's injuries are to the skin and flesh, not the muscles and bones."
Lu Fenghe was quite helpless, "Then... let's move to Bailu Garden."
Fu'an and Shoukang took action immediately, especially Shoukang, who was particularly urgent. It would be better to go to the inner courtyard. The wife would not divorce her for the sake of her master's injury.
Lu Fenghe stood outside and asked someone to move Shen Nanxun out first.
Next to it was the large desk where Shen Nanxun worked. Lu Fenghe knew that there was a dark box against the wall on the right. In the box... there was a volume of pictures of beauties.
Thinking of this, the little silhouette heart that Shen Nanxun had because he couldn't leave her in a coma disappeared instantly.
Oh, man, how powerful is the heart?
There is obviously someone in my heart that I can't forget, yet I can act so...deeply affectionate towards the other person.
By some strange coincidence, Lu Fenghe moved to the right side, touched the shadow box, pulled it out a little, put in a few fingers, and sure enough, he touched something like a round scroll.
It must be uncomfortable to think of one in your heart but see another in your eyes.
Lu Fenghe pushed the cassette back violently, making a clang sound, and Lu Fu and Shoukang turned to look at her at the same time.
Lu Fenghe smiled bitterly, "Nothing, I felt dizzy and couldn't stand still."
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