Signaling everyone to get out of the way, she walked directly to the dragon bed.
Lying on the bed was a pale, thin and haggard man. The man's facial features were very delicate, but his current morbid syncope made him look pitifully soft.
Of course, it is a bit inappropriate to describe a man with softness and beauty, a man who is tall and king, but the man on the bed did give her such a feeling.
If she had not known beforehand that he and Yuan Minxiang were brothers, Yan Susu would never have related the two to each other. They were not similar at all.
Yuan Minxiang's eyebrows are rather cold, especially when he is serious in speech, he exudes a very cold temperament. His eyes are like cold stars, his eyebrows are as thick as paint brushes, and his resolute facial features are embedded in his chiseled face.
His whole appearance gives people a sense of restrained, deep and independent pride.
The man in front of me, with hair like a knife, eyebrows like ink paintings, thin lips and white teeth, looks like Pan Ansheng. It is not an exaggeration to say that he looks like a dragon. This extremely handsome face is actually more beautiful than a woman, especially
Although his eyes are now tightly closed, we can deduce from the slender tail of his eyes that he has a pair of seductive and charming eyes.
It's strange why she compares him with Yuan Minxiang in her heart, and why she feels an inexplicable sense of pity when she sees him. Yan Susu only knows that she wants to save him, not just because of the Prime Minister's loyalty.
, and more because she felt that he was pitiful and pitiful.
At that moment, she ordered someone to take a pulse pillow and carefully took the pulse of the man on the bed twice. Judging from his pulse, it was very weak. If there was no pulse, it seemed that he was seriously ill.
As for the specific cause, she naturally needs to ask about the symptoms.
"Excuse me, who here usually cares about the emperor's condition?" I asked, since it was impossible to ask the emperor who was unconscious on the bed.
An old man came out and bowed to Yan Susu respectfully: "Miss Third, I am a lower official."
"Can you please show me the book that records the emperor's condition?" Yan Susu said as she put the emperor's hand into the quilt and carefully tucked the quilt for him.
When the old doctor heard this, he turned around and walked outside. He took out a book from the medicine box and handed it to Yan Susu.
Yan Susu took it, turned to the first page, glanced at it for a few times, then raised her head: "Is this the symptom from the first diagnosis and treatment?"
The old doctor came over to take a quick look and nodded: "Yes, that day, the emperor said that he started to have abdominal pain in the morning. At first, he only felt a dull pain around the navel, some nausea and vomiting, and general discomfort. In the afternoon, the abdominal pain gradually moved to the right lower abdomen.
It's also a dull pain, and my subordinates have carefully recorded it."
"I see, you were diagnosed with gastrointestinal discomfort at that time - please leave first, you stay, if I have any questions, you just answer me truthfully." It was useless to have a bunch of people standing in the room, Yan Susu needed to be absolutely
It was quiet, so he opened his mouth and sent everyone out, leaving only the imperial doctor who was in charge of the emperor's condition and a few serving maids.