Part 3
The physician had also served in the army and was accustomed to such wounds, so he didn’t think much of it, not even raising an eyebrow.
After examining it, however, he said solemnly, “If His Majesty’s wound were a fraction deeper, the bone would have been visible.”
Gu Zhen responded, unconcerned.
“This wound doesn’t look serious, but if not treated properly and it flares up later, it will definitely not be as simple as Your Majesty thinks.” Seeing that he didn’t seem to listen, the physician couldn’t help sighing, “When this subject served in the army, I saw many generals who didn’t take such injuries seriously. Later, their hands could no longer hold a sword.”
Gu Zhen got a little annoyed listening to him. He looked up and swept a glance at him. “Since it’s so serious, why aren’t you applying medicine quickly instead of wasting time talking?”
The physician’s heart jumped, daring not to speak more. He cleaned the wound first, then took out the golden sore medicine from the medicine chest to apply to the Emperor.
Seeing that he wasn’t as noisy as before, Gu Zhen casually asked a few questions about recent affairs in the Imperial Medical Bureau.
The physician signaled the Emperor to roll up his sleeve. The wound had extended to the middle of the arm. While focusing on pouring medicinal powder into the middle, he replied, “Nothing major has happened, except Her Majesty the Empress fell ill yesterday.”
Sick? How could she be sick? She was just flying a kite happily, and now she’s sick in the blink of an eye?
“The Empress is sick?” Gu Zhen’s brow sank slightly, a panic flashing through his heart, his palm instinctively tightening.
“Hey, hey, hey! Your Majesty, let go quickly! The blood will flow out again in a moment!” The physician was frantic, almost intervening personally to stop his movement.
Gu Zhen closed his eyes. After calming down, he asked flatly, “What illness does the Empress have, and who went to diagnose and treat her?”
The physician replied, “Her Highness has a wind-cold trapped in the exterior. It was Song Min who went to see her. I heard him say Her Highness is much better today, but she still has to stew a pear to eat every day to prevent coughing.”
“Song Min?” Gu Zhen repeated the name, then frowned and asked, “Why Song Min? Is Lin Nanjun on leave?”
He wouldn’t say he knew every official under him, but he remembered the general details. Especially the imperial physicians who needed to be summoned frequently; he knew that Lin Nanjun was better at treating wind-cold, while Song Min leaned more towards recuperation.
“It was intended to invite Lin Nanjun, but the second Miss He living in Shicui Palace also fell ill and invited Lin Nanjun away in advance, so Her Highness invited Song Min over.” The physician finished applying the medicine and put away the golden sore medicine bottle, but instead of putting it back in the chest, he placed it on the desk. “Your Majesty, remember to apply this golden sore medicine twice a day.”
Gu Zhen didn’t answer, just staring heavily at the pear blossom branch outside the window, a trace of agitation flashing through his heart.
The physician glanced up at the Emperor, packed up his things on his own, and then bowed to retreat.
The sky gradually dimmed. Glancing at the faint yellow light, Gu Zhen stood up and paced restlessly in front of the window a few times.
Sick just like that?
Sure enough, she can’t take care of herself. Just a few days, and she’s actually sick?
With a body that can’t withstand even a little wind and rain, I really don’t know where she gets such a big temper. Stubbornly staying angry with him until now, refusing to stop even today.
Gu Zhen found it somewhat laughable, yet couldn’t laugh, only feeling a fire burning in his heart. He rubbed his face irritably. “Send Lin Nanjun to Jiaofang Palace to check on the Empress again.”
Clearly didn’t want to care about her affairs, wanted to let her fend for herself once, wanted her to realize clearly, yet involuntarily felt a little worried.
The palace attendant took the order and left, returning a quarter of an hour later to report, “Your Majesty, Physician Lin is not at the Imperial Medical Bureau. People at the Bureau said the Empress Dowager ordered that Miss He’s illness is severe, ordering him to stand by at Shicui Palace for the next few days.”
Gu Zhen felt even more annoyed, a cold sneer hanging on the corner of his lips.
“Go to Shicui Palace, bring the person out, and send him to Jiaofang Palace,” he ordered indifferently.
To this day, he had to admit, he didn’t want anything to happen to Zhao Yiyi, not in the slightest.
Whatever the reason, in the end, he still wanted Zhao Yiyi to be his Empress.
Not anyone else.
She’s sick, sick enough to call a physician. When she burns in confusion, she must be crying again, right? Such an disobedient person, she definitely won’t even want to drink medicine.
Thinking and thinking, his throat suddenly felt blocked, and even breathing became a little difficult.
Zhao Yiyi didn’t get sick often, but every time she did, recovery was like reeling silk.
This time she caught a wind-cold. Originally, after taking medicine, she was better by the second day. When Lin Nanjun came the second evening, he also said she was mostly recovered. Unexpectedly, after the afternoon nap on the third day, it relapsed again.
“Didn’t you and Physician Song both say she would be fine after the fever broke on the second day? Why has it flared up again today?” Yunzhu frowned, looking somewhat anxiously at the green-robed physician in front of her.
Physician Lin stroked his short beard and sighed, “Director Yun, she was indeed better, but Her Highness’s body is inherently weak and suffers from a deficiency of Qi and blood. These few days are when she is weakest; a moment of carelessness can easily lead to a relapse.”
Yunzhu felt upset hearing this and hurriedly asked, “Has the prescription been written?”
Physician Lin happened to write the last stroke, then handed the prescription over. “Here, Director Yun, use this prescription for today. We’ll check the condition tomorrow and make adjustments.”
Yunzhu ordered someone to decoct the medicine. Thinking of the recurring illness and worrying about any problems with the medicine, she personally led two little palace maids to watch the fire, staring unblinkingly, afraid of the slightest mistake.
Inside the hall, Suhe incense curled upwards, the curtains hanging softly to the floor. Under the quilt, the squirrel and grape silver sachet emitted the rich fragrance of dried flowers.
Sensing someone outside the curtain, Zhao Yiyi woke up groggily. By the faint candlelight, she could see the person carrying a bowl of medicine approaching, then lifting the curtain.
She was confused from the fever. Remembering the bitter taste of the medicine, she subconsciously didn’t want to take it. She curled herself up to the inner side of the bed, revealing only a fuzzy head, covering her nose and saying, “Don’t want to drink, too bitter.”
The person didn’t pay attention to her, lifting the curtain straight away and sitting by the bed, gently stirring the decoction.
The sound of the spoon hitting the medicine bowl rang in her ears, exceptionally crisp in the quiet night. Zhao Yiyi squeezed further towards the wall. “Not drinking anymore, so bitter, so bitter.”
She burned uncomfortably, her voice hazy. The sound of stirring the medicine paused slightly. Just as Zhao Yiyi thought she didn’t have to drink the medicine, a light laugh sounded in her ear: “Alright, drink the medicine first, and I’ll have someone bring you candied fruit in a moment.”
Zhao Yiyi’s body suddenly stiffened. She lowered the hand covering her face and stared blankly at the person.
Although the light was dim, it was enough for her to see clearly that handsome face like a deity.
“Your Majesty?” She was stunned.
Seeing her like this, Gu Zhen felt a little uncomfortable in his heart and responded indifferently, “It’s Zhen. Come over and drink the medicine.”
Zhao Yiyi refused to speak, pursing her lips, her body trembling slightly.
“I don’t want it!” she suddenly said somewhat fiercely.
Gu Zhen was amused by her anger. “Zhen feeding you personally is wronging you?”
Zhao Yiyi felt terrible. Is this a dream? How can I see him even in a dream?
Hearing this sentence, she resisted even more fiercely, gritting her teeth and saying, “I don’t want your medicine, go away!”
Seeing Gu Zhen sitting there steadily without moving, she was anxious enough to push him with her hands, pushing and saying, “Go away, go away, I don’t want you to feed me!”
Unexpectedly, she would make such a move. Gu Zhen had no defense at all and was swayed by her push.
The medicine bowl slipped from his hand. With a clang, it smashed to pieces on the floor, splashing medicine everywhere.
Because the movement was too big and pulled at the wound, gurgling blood immediately seeped out from the injury, seemingly tending to gather into a trickle.
“Get out!” Zhao Yiyi pushed him again with all her might.
Author’s Note:
Gu Zhen: Drink medicine.
Yiyi: Don’t want yours.
Gu Zhen: Drink quickly! @
Yiyi: Go away.
Gu Zhen: Drink medicine…@
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