The third prince thought for a while and estimated that the 'gynecology' that Doctor Ming meant was 'Qian Jin Ke'. Male doctors indeed rarely delved into this area, and there were not many imperial doctors who were good at Qian Jin Ke in the imperial hospital.
Concubine Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief when she heard what Doctor Ming said. She still knew very well what was going on with her belly. In the past, the child would occasionally move, but recently, there was no movement at all.
"My lord, don't worry too much. I think the pregnancy-preserving medicine recently prescribed by Zhang's doctor is very good to take." Concubine Wu stroked her belly.
"That's alright." On Shen Cong's recommendation, the third prince bought a bunch of blood-activating and pain-relieving plasters for use when his legs hurt in the cold weather.
The third prince and Concubine Wu walked out of the medicine hall with their own thoughts. Mingruo could only wave goodbye to the 'big deal' in her heart. This deal was too troublesome and she didn't want to get involved.
Mingruo looked at the streets outside that were whitened by the sun. It was so hard for her boyfriend to climb a mountain on such a hot day.
For dinner, I stewed chicken soup for him to replenish his body. You can also tear up the chicken and make shredded chicken cold noodles. It’s perfect!
After lunch, Mingruo did not go to the medicine hall for a consultation. When the eighth princess came to see the doctor, Mingruo was eating iced fruit leisurely, and A Yuan was still helping to fan her.
Mingruo found the couple equally annoying and insisted on disturbing her rest. But considering that the Eighth Princess was a 'big client', she still actively treated her.
The appearance of the Eighth Princess seems to be a little more haggard than the last time I saw her. Although the aftereffects of the beauty cream have been controlled, the improved version of 'One Dream for Years' is still working hard to degrade her appearance.
The Eighth Princess's attitude in seeking medical treatment this time was very respectful, and she was no longer as condescending as before. Ming Ruo was thinking about whether to receive 1.8 million taels to remove the poison from the beauty cream, leaving only one
Meng Jing Nian' relieves her boredom.
Returning to Nanrong this time, Mingruo finally figured out that the mastermind behind the poisoning of the original owner's mother was Empress Bian. The eighth princess's mother and concubine could only be regarded as an accessory, and her punishment could be reduced appropriately.
Mingruo wrote the prescription while thinking about it, and told the eighth princess to pick up new detoxification ointment in two days.
"Doctor Ming, if the aging caused by this beauty cream is not treated, will the rate of disfigurement become faster and faster?" the eighth princess said quietly.
"Yes." Mingruo nodded firmly.
"Oh." The eighth princess seemed to be very satisfied with what she heard, and quickly changed the subject, "I...I...I know, the prince brought Wu Ji to see a doctor today. Doctor Yiming sees that Wu Ji is
The fetus is a boy or a girl."
In the morning, she was only focused on studying Concubine Wu's weird 'disease', and Mingruo didn't pay attention to the gender. When the eighth princess asked, Mingruo pulled up the film taken in the morning: "It's... a male fetus."
The Eighth Princess' face darkened: "I remember Doctor Ming once said that if Wu Ji uses that beauty cream for a long time, even if her child is born, there will be defects."
The Eighth Princess' smile was filled with anticipation and gloating: "Doctor Ming, how is the baby in Wu Ji's belly doing now?"
"This is the privacy of the patient. I apologize for not being able to tell the public. Princess Wang Ping forgives me." Ming Ruogong cupped his hand.
"Okay, so what Doctor Ming said before about being 'defective' is true?" The Eighth Princess decided to ask a more tactful way.
Mingruo almost laughed, she looked so stupid, couldn't even the eighth princess tell her what she was saying in another way?
Forget it, I sent her away earlier, while I was still busy eating the fruit.
The senior brother went to Fengming Mountain to hold sacrifices. On his way back, he sent someone to deliver the autumn peaches there - the peaches were crisp, sweet, tender and juicy.
"Of course it's true." Being 'flawed' is nothing anymore. The poor child was 'made' to death by his mother.
The eighth princess was very satisfied with the medical consultation and felt better. After paying the consultation fee and medicine, the eighth princess also asked Chun Ling to take out ten taels of silver and give Nan Xing a reward.
The eighth princess's car had already gone far, and Nan Xing was still a little stunned. This "angry" princess actually gave him a reward. Nan Xing raised his head and looked at the cloudless sky, wondering if there would be red rain soon.
Woolen cloth.
Mingruo was gnawing on peaches while thinking about how to go to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion to visit his senior brother tomorrow. Bring the fruits and seafood brought back by Nan Rong; make a few more snacks that his senior brother has never eaten; get some ore from Yanluo Mountain, etc., recently.
Let the craftsmen figure out a lot, and you can also choose a few to give to your senior brother...
Mingruo also asked craftsmen to carve two sets of tea sets out of crystal for her boyfriend and senior brother - tea cups, tea washers, tea trays, etc. They also specially designed a 'hammer pattern' effect, which should be very beautiful. However,
This needs to be done carefully, and it will be quick if you can catch up with the New Year gifts.
Mingruo suddenly remembered that he seemed to have another patient for follow-up tomorrow. Well, he would just pass the blame to his old apprentice.
"A Yuan, please tell Lao Shen to finish his work and come to me." Mingruo tapped her fingers on the table, "Just say that I have the secret treasure of the master's sect to give to him."
"Yes." A Yuan hurriedly went to send the message.
When Shen Cong heard about the 'master's secret treasure', he immediately felt that the patients he was seeing had become a stumbling block that prevented him from getting the secret treasure. If the master hadn't told him to 'go after you're done', he would have kicked them out.
Shen Cong patiently finished seeing the two patients, told Nan Xing to take care of the medicine, and then he jumped on his old legs and ran to the back house.
"Master, come to me." Shen Cong rubbed his hands like a fly.
"Hmm." Mingruo took the stethoscope he had prepared and explained to him how to use it, and then talked about the clinical manifestations of various cardiopulmonary diseases.
Shen Cong took out the small notebook he carried with him and the 'pencil' given by his master, and took notes carefully. Then, he checked himself according to the method taught by his master. The result was that he had nothing wrong with him and was still in good health.
"Master, you can really hear clearly with this." Shen Cong couldn't put it down for this master's secret treasure.
"Young master Zuo will come tomorrow and you will have a follow-up consultation." The 'secret treasure' has been collected. It is impossible for him not to do this for this strong man.
"Okay, okay." Shen Cong just wants to find a patient to practice with.
Mingruo waved his hand: "Go and do your work."
"Okay, Master."
Shen Cong held the 'Secret Treasure of the Master' and went straight to the ward behind the medicine hall. Except for Mr. He who was not easy to mess with at first sight, all the other inpatients were listened to clearly by Shen Cong, "moving up and down his hands". Especially this.
They were two people with poor heart and lungs, so they took extra care...
Shen Cong worked hard like a tiger. When he finished his "busy work", it was already dark. As he walked back to the back house, he thought about it. The master probably didn't mean - she won't come tomorrow.
!
Although he has this 'master's secret treasure', he has no problem diagnosing the young master Zuo. But after all, he is the direct grandson of the right minister. He has already made an appointment for a medical consultation, so it is not easy to let go.
Shen Cong walked a few steps and saw Nan Xing packing up the dried herbs. He asked expectantly: "Nan Xing, your master hasn't left yet, has he?"
