The imperial doctor's expression became a little solemn after a while, with a look of shock in his eyes. At the same time, he looked at Quan Shaohuang beside him with a strange expression.
"Imperial Physician, how is Miss Shu's health?" the Queen Mother asked aloud.
The imperial doctor looked at Quan Shaohuang with a somewhat shocked face, but did not see any instructions from him. He just looked at Shu Jingrong with a faint concern.
Two drops of sweat dripped from his forehead. He opened his mouth, his face became more solemn, and he checked his pulse more carefully.
"Mr. Liu, Shu Jingrong is now a talented martial artist in Dongli. If his physical discomfort affects the future, it will be a loss for our country. You must give me a careful diagnosis." The emperor pondered.
Shu Jingrong glanced at the sweaty imperial physician and blinked her eyes. Could it be that his medical skills were very good and he discovered that Quan Shaohuang had done it?
Otherwise, why would he keep looking up at Mr. Quan? Even if he is good-looking, you, the imperial doctor, are not good enough to stare at him like this when there are so many people.
The imperial doctor let go of his hand to check the pulse, hesitantly stood up and walked aside, and replied: "Your Majesty, Miss Shu's pulse..."
After a pause, the imperial doctor turned to look at Shu Jingrong again, with a look of hesitation, surprise, and a bit of suspicion and curiosity.
Shu Jingrong was suspicious in her heart. She couldn't help but poked Mr. Quan next to her with her finger and asked in a low voice: "Why does this little old man have such an expression? What did you feed me that made people stare at you in fear?"
Quan Shaohuang's hand under his broad sleeves grabbed her hand, tightened it, and said in an unhurried voice: "Listen to the imperial doctor's diagnosis!"
Doctor Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Miss Shu's pulse is indeed a happy pulse. She is happy!"
Shu Jingrong: "..."
Audience: "..."
The corners of Quan Shaohuang's lips slowly raised, and a bright and colorful smile appeared on his thin lips. His eyes looked deeply into Shu Jingrong's belly, and the fingers holding her hand lightly scratched her palm.
What did the doctor say?
It is said that her pulse is actually a happy pulse. She is happy! She is happy! She is happy...
Shu Jingrong had the urge to flip the table. I am a pure and innocent young girl, but I am also a standard virgin, a pure and youthful sixteen-year-old adolescent girl!
What did the old doctor say to her?
Pregnant? She's pregnant?!!!
Shu Jingrong turned her head to look at someone beside her in stunned silence. She caught sight of the faint smile in the man's eyes and the completely uncovered smile at the corner of his mouth. How dazzling that smile was on such a face.
But damn the brilliance, what did this bastard give her to eat? He actually got a happy result.
"Seriously at this time, Dr. Liu, you have to think clearly. Miss Shu is not married yet. This is a matter of honor." The Queen's face was a little ugly, her eyes were also shocked, and there was a bit of anger in her voice.
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The old doctor's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he said hurriedly: "I don't dare, but I have confirmed it several times, and it is indeed a happy pulse."
When Shu Jingrong suddenly vomited in front of her, everyone's eyes suddenly hit her belly, as if they could see right through it.
Ye Tianzhan looked at her belly in shock. His complexion, which had been as gentle as jade since entering the hall, drooped for the first time, and his eyes became darker.
