Feng Jiu took a step forward and said with a smile: "My lord, please allow me to give you a safe pulse."
Nanmen Ye originally really wanted to ask Feng Jiu from the Tianji Sect to see it for him. There was a legend that he could even cure an old man who had been paralyzed for many years.
After so many famous doctors failed to cure him, he almost despaired.
However, tonight Feng Jiu came with the eunuch. However, he resisted Feng Jiu like this.
Feng Jiu added: "Your Majesty, I have indeed offended you in the past. Therefore, I have personally come to ask Your Majesty not to be angry. I also ask Your Majesty, for the sake of your sincerity, to check the pulse of Your Majesty."
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"Tianji Hall is just getting started in the Imperial City. In the future, I hope that the Duke will take care of it so that our Tianji Hall can develop well."
Nan Menye stared at the smile on her lips, his mind racing.
The Grand Eunuch also said with a smile: "Mr. Fengjiu is now the doctor that our ladies in the harem are eager to invite to see Ping'an Pulse. With the permission of the Holy Emperor, he can move around the palace. His medical skills are indeed superb. Your Excellency, you might as well
Would you like sir to check your pulse?"
Nan Menye finally waved his sleeves and stretched out his hand.
The loose robe covered his arms, so Feng Jiu could only sit down next to him and place her long fingers on his veins.
Nowadays, it was indeed difficult to see whether Nanmen Ye's arm was injured. The Grand Eunuch became a little anxious. He took two steps forward to see clearly, but Nanmen Ye stared back with displeased eyes.
Nanmen Ye also wanted to know what he wanted to see. Who would believe him if he said he had no other intentions when he came so late to check Ping An's pulse?
Could it be that you want to see if his body can still hold on, and when he can collapse?
But the decades-old foundation of his Nanmen clan will be destroyed if he falls?
Emperor Qiwen is so ambitious that we have to see if he really has the ability!
"My lord, you are suffering from a stroke." Feng Jiu checked his pulse and said warmly.
"Stroke syndrome?" How come I haven't even heard of this disease?
In fact, Feng Jiu didn't know how to say stroke in ancient times. In short, it was a stroke. If he didn't know how to say it, he would use modern words.
"General Nanmen occasionally feels that half of his body suddenly cannot move, his hands and feet are out of control, and even his face feels uncontrollable from time to time?"
"You..." Nan Menye's expression changed and he almost jumped up from his chair.
Yes, he felt like this, but he had only told the doctor before that he couldn't control his hands and feet, and that half of his body could not move occasionally, but he didn't tell him that there was also a problem with his face!
He never mentioned even the people closest to him. After all, compared to hands, feet and body, a face is really nothing.
Moreover, those who can come to treat him and get him to tell his illness sincerely are the most trusted doctors in his family. For those who come uninvited, Nanmen Ye will naturally not tell him about the illness and must let them diagnose by themselves.
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If you can't even diagnose this, it's even less possible to cure him.
After all, he is the Duke of the State, the leader of the Nanmen clan. Now that his health is not good, naturally he cannot tell this news casually.
So now that Feng Jiu has spoken out, Nanmen Ye is in a mixed mood. Firstly, he hopes that he can really save him, but secondly, he is afraid that he and Emperor Qiwen are in the same boat and secretly deal with him.
Nanmen Ye remained calm and said in a cold voice: "Not all my father's symptoms are like this. My father is doing very well now!"
Of course Feng Jiu knew that he was only in severe condition when the disease occurred. This time was not the period of disease onset, so he still looked a little normal.
In fact, when he sat down and talked for so long, his face twitched at least a dozen times, but most people couldn't notice it.
"Your Majesty, the Duke must have been ill once. The above-mentioned problems must have been serious before, but the relief now is only temporary."
"What did you say?" Nanmen Ye was startled. What do you mean by temporary? Could it be that it will be like before in the future?
Nanmen Ye was a little frightened when he thought about how the illness appeared at that time. At that time, he really thought that he would just paralyze and die.
"My lord, you are not particularly serious now, but if you get sick again, I'm afraid..."
"Afraid of what?"
Feng Jiu just looked at him, neither cold nor hot, the usual attitude of a doctor: "Your Majesty, please let me take a look at the meridians of your elbow."
Nan Menye was a little hesitant, but since she could tell the symptoms, he did feel a little bit of panic in his heart.
Finally, Nanmen Ye rolled up his sleeves.
The upper part of the wrist is actually bandaged!
After making sure that the Grand Eunuch could see clearly, Feng Jiu's long fingers landed on Nanmen Ye's elbow, "Your Excellency, I am going to check your meridians. It may be a little painful..."
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The Grand Eunuch was covered in cold sweat, and even after entering the palace, he still couldn't calm down.
Could it be that the assassin is really Nanmen Ye? The Nanmen clan has become so intolerable to the Holy Lord that they must get rid of the Holy Lord?
"Your Majesty, there is indeed a wound on the hand of the Duke, but the wound has been bandaged and the wound cannot be seen clearly."
After the Grand Duke, Feng Jiu also added a few words: "Your Majesty, I didn't see the wound clearly, so I can't tell whether the assassin that day was the Duke."
The emperor's heart is actually very small, and the emperor's eyes cannot tolerate even a grain of sand. Once the seeds of doubt are planted, it will be very difficult to remove them.
Feng Jiu could naturally understand Emperor Qiwen's mentality, so he didn't need to say a lot of things himself. Saying too much would make people suspicious of selfishness.
Imagination is a very scary time, because space is infinite.
Letting him imagine it by himself would be more useful than what Feng Jiu said.
"Your Majesty, since there is currently no way to determine whether the Duke is an assassin, I would like to ask Your Majesty to continue to investigate this matter."
Feng Jiu leaned forward and said with an attitude that the matter had nothing to do with her: "It's getting late, Your Majesty, I'll take my leave first."
Emperor Qiwen was worried and waved his hand, but did not stop him.
The Grand Eunuch was about to ask Feng Jiu to go out. Unexpectedly, a young eunuch hurried over from outside. He stood outside the door and did not dare to move. He just said anxiously: "Grand Eunuch, something happened in Liyuan."
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There are changes in Liyuan, how can Fengjiu leave the palace?
Emperor Qiwen actually rushed there in person, and it was obvious that he was worried.
Feng Jiu followed the Grand Eunuch, left Yuxiao Palace as quickly as possible, and rushed to Liyuan.
As soon as I entered the door, I felt a sharp and cold breath blowing towards my face.
Qingye, who had always been calm and composed, now had murderous intent in his eyes: "Sir, what happened to my master's leg?"
