Yang Mo asked the chamberlain to lead him into the hall to wait. Someone was talking in the hall, and Yang Mo heard it clearly.
"Your Majesty, the evidence for Yang Bingzheng's crime of corruption is conclusive."
Yang Mo's heart trembled when she heard this.
It turned out to be about her father's case. Logically speaking, she shouldn't have heard such words, but she didn't know why the chamberlain wanted to bring her here, and there was only one door between her and the inside.
Yang Mo raised her head to look at the chamberlain, but the chamberlain's eyes had long fallen on the emperor in the palace.
The emperor stood on the high steps, leaving a tall figure to his ministers below.
Wang Tinghe, an official standing below, saluted the emperor respectfully, "I am receiving a salary from the imperial court and devoted myself to serving the imperial court. When Yang Bing was on trial, he reported the truth to the imperial court. There is no so-called false accusation."
Wang Tinghe secretly reported that Yang Bingzheng was corrupt. The emperor did not investigate this carefully. He only listened to Mr. Feng Ge's report of the whole matter. Yang Bingzheng committed suicide in fear of guilt before going to Beijing. This is also something that cannot be verified. Now the Metropolitan Procuratorate will
When Yang Bingzheng's case was brought up again, the emperor initially ignored it, but when the Shangqing Court incident came up, the emperor was determined to investigate and see how many "big things" Feng Guochang had done without telling him.
The emperor folded his hands behind his back and said nothing for a while, then said: "Anqing Prefecture's general judge Han Ji also had a secret letter, saying that when you were the co-president of Anqing Prefecture, you framed Shangfeng and Yang Bingzheng for embezzling money to provide disaster relief.
They were all empty. However, a grain ship was brought in the day before the imperial envoy's inspection, and the granary was filled with grain. Han Ji made it clear when and how much grain was to be brought in, and told Anqing Mansion over the years.
Attached is the log of food stored in the granary. There has never been such a situation where food was spoiled within a few months. Han Ji is the official in charge of food transportation, and he has conclusive evidence. How can you quibble?"
Mr. Feng Ge raised his head quietly. Could it be that the emperor really wanted to investigate the case of Anqing Mansion? When did the emperor feel like this?
Mr. Feng Ge was thinking in his mind but there was no expression on his face. He half-closed his eyes as if to rest his mind.
"Your Majesty," Wang Tinghe said with an awe-inspiring look on his face, "Your Majesty, your Majesty is exposing your superior for the sake of the imperial court, and you have no other intention."
Wang Tinghe impeached his boss. Now Han Ji is Wang Tinghe's subordinate. Like Wang Tinghe, he is always looking for faults in his boss.
It seems like a dog-eating-dog fight between officials of the Anqing Prefecture. In fact, everyone knows what is involved. It is disaster relief food. If Yang Bingzhen was wronged, then where did the disaster relief food allocated by the court every year go? Who was corrupted?
The emperor waved his sleeves and said, "Let Wang Tinghe confront me. Doesn't Wang Tinghe have a copy of the memorial? Can't he memorize the missing grain accounts of Anqing Mansion?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the imperial doctor from the Imperial Hospital came to the palace and said, "Your Majesty, Han Ji is seriously ill and can't speak."
Just now I could walk into the palace by myself, but now I am speechless.
"Is it possible to cure it?" The emperor turned his head, without any emotion or anger on his face, and asked directly to the hospital.
The imperial doctor from Taiyuan Hospital said: "I can only try my best."
"Try," the emperor stretched out his hand, "cure him quickly and let him get up and explain to me what is going on with this secret. Let the Metropolitan Procuratorate close the case as soon as possible." He frowned, "I have worked so hard.
I am here to pray for the country, but you are tormenting me every three days, making me helpless and upset. Now I will give you a chance to make the matter clear immediately, otherwise, I will deal with it together regardless of whether it is true or false."
Having said this, all the ministers in the palace knelt down and saluted.
The emperor waved his hand, "Where is Yang? Let Yang come. Yang has not always been famous among the people. Let her assist the Imperial Hospital in diagnosing and treating Han Ji's disease, and let Han Ji speak quickly."
Yang Mo was frightened when she heard this outside the palace. Han Ji was redressing his father's injustice, and now asking her to treat him might give the emperor a deeper thought, but it was a good opportunity for her.
The chamberlain came out and said, "It is said that Mr. Yang has an audience."
Yang Mo lowered her head and followed the chamberlain into the hall.
The shiny floor tiles seemed to reflect people's shadows. There were many palace officials standing on both sides of the hall. Everyone lowered their heads and waited for Yang Mo to come forward and kowtow to the emperor.
The emperor turned around and sat lazily on the throne, twirling the whisk in his hand. He seemed not to have seen Yang Mo salute. No one in the hall dared to say a word. The emperor's eyes were slightly closed, and he opened them again after a while, "Pingshen,
"But he didn't glance at Yang Mo. Instead, he yawned and looked at the newly appointed envoy of Tai Hospital, "Take Mrs. Yang to see Han Ji."
The imperial doctor of Taiyuan Hospital said: "Ms. Yang, come with me!"
"Mr. Feng Ge." The emperor raised his eyes and shouted.
Mr. Feng Ge was standing with his feet shaking. Hearing these words, he hurriedly raised his head and said, "Old minister, here..." He lifted up his clothes and knelt down. Due to the inconvenience of his legs and feet, he couldn't touch the floor tiles for a long time.
The emperor raised his eyes and said, "Get up, please!"
In the past, Feng Ge's clumsy appearance would make him laugh, but now he is more like pointing his nose and calling Feng Guochang an old dog. This old dog dares to tamper with his Shangqing Courtyard, which is his Qingxiu.
This is a place where others cannot be allowed to interfere. Although King Xuan was hateful, he did not reach this level.
The wind blew through the emperor's hair, and suddenly the roar of a beast sounded from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to show these people what the power of God is.
Wang Tinghe looked at Yang's back. The emperor usually believed in Taoist priests, but he didn't expect that he would now find a teenage girl to treat with the Taiyuan Hospital. Yang Bingzheng's medical skills were only superficial. What could his daughter do?
, I hope Han Ji will die of serious illness.
As long as Han Ji dies, he can save the day.
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Yang Mo walked out of Yangxin Hall and went to the guard room at the back.
There were two or three imperial doctors standing in the room. They were all whispering about the symptoms of the disease. When they heard the footsteps, they all turned around and their eyes fell on Yang Mo.
Yang was actually brought into the palace to diagnose and treat with them.
A teenage girl really regards herself as a master of Chinese medicine.
"How's it going? Can you tell me the results?" The newly appointed envoy of the Taiyuan Hospital is an old imperial doctor who retired from the past. He has gray hair and many brown patches on his face. He speaks very slowly, especially when he is taut.
With a particularly imposing face, he walked straight into the house and threw Yang Mo at the door.
The imperial doctors looked at Yang Mo.
Chen Yuan envoy said: "Is it possible that the disease has not been diagnosed and treated for such a long time? How can you report it to the emperor?"
One of the imperial doctors hurriedly said: "We have some results. Your Majesty, please come here to review our side."
Yang Mo looked at the patient lying on the kang and slowly walked over.
The palace attendant was putting a wet veil on the patient's head. The patient's eyes were open, and his face was covered with beads of sweat as big as soybean grains. It seemed that the patient was conscious. Yang Mo whispered: "Mr. Han, maybe
Did you hear the folk girl talking?"
Hearing Yang Mo's voice, the imperial doctors showed disdain on their faces. They should first diagnose the patient's pulse, but Miss Yang went straight to ask the patient.
They have obviously reported it, but the patient cannot speak now.
Han Ji seemed to want to speak, but the corners of his mouth curled up and he did not open his mouth.
If Han Ji couldn't speak, he wouldn't have entered the palace. It was obvious that his condition had progressed further in the palace before he was in his current situation.
Yang Mo turned around and saluted the imperial doctors, "Do you know what illnesses Master Han had before? Have you ever been injured?"
Chen Yuanshi looked at the pulse case in his hand and raised his head, "Mr. Han was feeling a little unwell before he came to Beijing, and he used some prescriptions to treat typhoid fever."
I have tried prescriptions to treat typhoid fever but it doesn't show any improvement, so I can imagine that it is not typhoid fever.
"Master Envoy, can you see the wound on Master Han's head?" Yang Mo stretched out her hand and lifted Han Ji's head to reveal a hidden wound.
This was not mentioned in these pulse records. Chen Yuan raised his brows, held the pulse records in his hands, stood up, and walked to Han Ji to take a look.
He had checked his pulse just now, but he didn't notice the injury on Han Ji's head.
The imperial doctor next to him heard this and stepped forward to check. The wound had obviously healed. It seemed that he had been injured for some time. "The wound has healed. Master Han's illness should have nothing to do with the wound."
The wound healed in the first stage, and it should have been injured not long ago. Yang Mo could not conclude whether Han Ji's illness was related to the wound, but since diagnosis and treatment must take all circumstances into consideration, Han Ji would be conscious now if he did not deliberately not speak.
But he was unable to speak, which was probably related to a brain infection.
Yang Mo sat down and checked Han Ji's pulse. The pulse was about one hundred beats per minute.
High fever, shortness of breath, rapid pulse, Yang Mo thought about these symptoms silently in her mind. It seemed as if all infections would cause such symptoms.
It depends on whether Mr. Han still has typical symptoms of certain diseases.
Although Han Ji's illness seems to be serious, I am afraid that it has not yet reached the serious stage, and many symptoms have not shown up. This is why it is necessary to diagnose it faster, so as not to allow the disease to progress and eventually become untreatable.
Yang Mo looked at Qiu Tong and said, "Take out the pen and paper and write down the pulse report."
Hearing that Miss Yang was about to write a pulse report, the imperial doctors next to her stopped and listened quietly.
"The patient has difficulty moving, cannot open his mouth to speak, is conscious, and has low energy." Yang Mo said, leaning her head towards Han Ji's chest.
The voices of doubt have not yet sounded around.
Yang Mo already said: "The breathing sound is clear."
What do the breath sounds mean? Do you still need to listen to the breath sounds? Everyone has heard that Yang’s diagnosis and treatment methods are unusual, and now they have truly seen it.
After Yang Mo finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to touch Han Ji's abdomen.
"The abdomen is flat and soft, with no lumps visible," Han Ji's face showed no pain when he pressed it, "and tenderness."
"Hot body, fast heartbeat, and mysterious pulse."
Yang Mo said it in one breath, and Chen Yuanshi, who had a straight face, also raised his head and formally laid his eyes on Yang Mo. Although Yang is young, she is not without some ability. Although what she said sounds different from ordinary,
But when I thought about it carefully, I realized that it stood up to scrutiny, and the diagnosis was meticulous, looking at the patient from head to toe.
Thinking of this, Chen Yuanshi shook his head again. After all, Yang's pulse diagnosis was not very careful and he spent most of his energy on appearance. Such diagnosis would be too fancy and impractical.
Thinking of this, Chen Yuan asked: "What diseases can Miss Yang diagnose?"
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