Ming Dynasty: A mere unruly commoner is rebelling against the heaven?

Chapter 155 Congratulations to Zhang Da Ying for being pregnant with the heir of the Ming Dynasty!
Weihong, who had just gone to pour hot water for Zhang Wan'er, turned around and saw Zhang Wan'er vomiting.

Weihong was so frightened that the cup full of hot water in her hand fell to the ground without her noticing.

"My lord, my lord, what's wrong with you?"

"You...you don't scare me..."

Weihong hurriedly ran to Zhang Wan'er, looked at her face with concern, and her voice was filled with tears.

Zhang Wan'er was feeling really bad right now. Besides feeling nauseous, she also felt very tired and had little strength.

In addition, he didn't eat much, the weather was cold, and his face was pale.

Zhang Wan'er put the lunch in her hand on the table and said weakly, "Weihong, I'm sorry, I really can't eat."

"My dear, don't say that... Are you feeling unwell?"

"Are you sick?"

"I...I'll go find you a doctor. You should lie down and rest for a while."

Zhang Wan'er smiled and shook her head: "No need, Weihong, I am a concubine whose title was stripped by His Majesty, how can those people in the Imperial Hospital have time to care about me?"

"Don't go, or you'll be looked down upon."

"I'm just a little sleepy, just let me sleep for a while."

As Zhang Wan'er spoke, she stood up from the stool and, with the help of Weihong, sat back on the bed.

Zhang Wan'er's bed was very hard and the mattress underneath was very thin. Sleeping on such a bed was cold, hard and very uncomfortable.

Because of this matter, Weihong had quarreled with the female officials in the monk's bedroom several times, but to no avail.

In this palace, the status of a deposed concubine is not even higher than that of a female official.

After Zhang Wan'er lay down, Weihong touched Zhang Wan'er's forehead and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that she didn't have a fever.

Looking at Zhang Wan'er who was lying on the bed with a frown on her face, Weihong's expression became firm. He clenched his fists lightly, then quickly ran out of Xianfu Palace.

Weihong ran in the wet palace, all the way from the harem to the front palace, and finally ran into the Imperial Hospital.

The Imperial Medical Service was deserted and there were only six or seven imperial physicians on duty.

Weihong mustered up her courage and pleaded with one of the young doctors: "Doctor, my young mistress is ill. Please come and see her."

The young doctor was horrified and quickly stood up to pack up his medicine box, while asking, "Ah?! Which young lady is sick?"

"It's Zhang Da Ying from Xianfu Palace."

The young doctor who was packing up his medicine box paused and said, "Zhang agreed..."

"I'm sorry, I suddenly remembered that Concubine Tang's medicine is not ready yet. Please ask other doctors to go."

The young imperial physician sat down again and unceremoniously asked Weihong to seek help from another doctor.

It’s not that these imperial doctors are really so snobbish that they just treat the unfavored concubines with an indifferent attitude.

After all, no matter how unfavored a concubine is, she is still the emperor's woman and a member of the royal family.

The imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Bureau were not officials who participated in the imperial examinations, but medical practitioners who passed the internal assessment of the Imperial Medical Bureau. Their status was only slightly higher than that of eunuchs and palace maids.

Under normal circumstances, the censors of the Imperial Medical Bureau would never dare to refuse the medical consultation request of any concubine in the harem.

Even if it was Lady Gu, who was the least favored and had the lowest status, who came to ask for the imperial physician, the imperial physician would still go to see her respectfully.

But the problem is that Zhang Wan'er was not just a concubine, she was also a concubine who was stripped of her title and imprisoned in Xianfu Palace.

The low position is not the problem; the problem is your Majesty's attitude.

Who knows if it was His Majesty's intention that an imprisoned deposed concubine fell ill?

Ever since the Imperial Medical Service was purged twice by Zhu Youtang, all the imperial doctors who are still able to work in the Imperial Medical Service are shrewd people.

Regardless of whether there is any inside story or not, they are unwilling to get involved in this muddy water.

After being rejected by the young imperial physician, Weihong was stunned at first, and then her face became a little embarrassed.

Weihong bit her lip lightly, but did not give up and continued to ask other imperial doctors from the Imperial Medical Bureau for help.

But just as Zhang Wan'er said, as soon as they heard that they were going to treat her, all the imperial doctors avoided them and no one was willing to go to Xianfu Palace to treat Zhang Wan'er.

Weihong couldn't find any imperial physician, and she was anxious and sad, and silently shed two lines of tears.

Finally, an old imperial physician relented and lowered his voice to ask Weihong: "Hey, what symptoms does your young master have? Tell me in a low voice."

"I'll secretly prescribe a prescription for you. As for the herbs, you'll have to figure it out on your own."

Weihong was extremely grateful: "Thank you, doctor. My young master has lost his appetite recently and only eats a little bit every time he eats."

"And I'm not in good spirits. I always feel sleepy and need to sleep for a long time every day."

"These past few days he has been complaining that he feels heavy, doesn't like to move much, and feels a little weak."

"By the way, my young master didn't eat much during the meal just now, and even vomited..."

"Ah?! What?!"

After listening to Weihong's narration, the old doctor Tian widened his eyes and his heart beat rapidly.

This symptom, this reaction, this manifestation...

There is no mistake, it is most likely to be like this.

But, does Your Majesty know about this?
What will be your Majesty's attitude towards this matter?

At this moment, Doctor Tian suppressed his excitement and had a struggle in his heart.

In the end, he chose to take a gamble!
Doctor Tian stood up and quickly packed up his medicine box: "Your young master's condition is very urgent, take me to see a doctor."

"Fuling, pack your things quickly and follow me to see the patient."

"Ah good."

Fuling was a female medical officer employed by the Imperial Hospital. Her status was the same as that of a palace maid, but she only had some basic knowledge of medicine.

In the Ming Dynasty, concubines were not allowed to see men at will, so a palace maid had to take the pulse on behalf of the imperial physician and then relay the pulse to the imperial physician, who would then make a diagnosis.

As for the methods of diagnosing the pulse by hanging a thread or diagnosing the pulse by placing a piece of cloth that were popularized in later generations, they were a bit too outrageous.

Fuling had been learning from Doctor Tian. After hearing Doctor Tian's order, she started packing up without saying a word.

When Weihong saw that Doctor Tian suddenly agreed to go for the visit, she was overjoyed and couldn't help herself.

"That's great, Doctor Tian. You are such a kind-hearted doctor. I will always remember your kindness."

"No need to say more, girl. Take me to where Zhang Da Ying is."

"Okay, Doctor Tian, ​​come with me."

Weihong led Doctor Tian and the captives out of the Imperial Hospital with a smile on her face.

The young doctor who had first rejected Weihong kindly reminded her, "Doctor Tian, ​​have you really thought it through? Do you want to see Zhang Da Ying?"

Doctor Tian nodded and responded: "Thank you Doctor Xue for your concern. The duty of the Imperial Hospital is to treat patients in the palace."

"Now that a concubine is seeking medical advice, there is really no reason for the Imperial Hospital to refuse."

Doctor Tian's words were a bit impolite, and Doctor Xue's face suddenly looked a little ugly.

Not only him, but other doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau all felt embarrassed.

Doctor Xue didn't reply, but just nodded and continued to flip through the medical book in his hand.

Doctor Tian did not waste any time and followed Weihong quickly to Xianfu Palace.

But when he was about to enter Xianyun Pavilion, he was stopped by the eunuch guarding outside the Pavilion.

"What are you doing? Without His Majesty's permission, no one else is allowed to enter Xianyun Pavilion!"

Two young eunuchs stopped before Doctor Tian and Fuling, with cautious hostility on their faces.

Weihong didn't have a good face when facing these two young eunuchs.

"You are blind! This is Doctor Tian from the Imperial Hospital. He is here to treat Zhang Da Ying!"

"If something happens to Zhang Da Ying, and His Majesty investigates, can you bear the consequences?!"

"This……"

The two young eunuchs looked at each other with some hesitation in their eyes.

Doctor Tian also said, "Your Majesty has not said that we cannot invite the imperial physician to see Zhang Da Ying, right?"

"Indeed not...then you can go in."

After hesitating for a while, the two young eunuchs finally opened the door of Xianyun Pavilion.

Zhu Youtang’s tiger skin was so useful that Doctor Tian entered Xianyun Pavilion very easily.

The imperial physicians from the Imperial Medical Bureau did not dare to come to treat Zhang Wan'er because they did not know Zhu Youtang's attitude.

Now the eunuchs of Xianyun Pavilion did not dare to stop Doctor Tian from treating Zhang Wan'er, as they did not know Zhu Youtang's attitude.

It seems quite contradictory, but there is always only one core issue, which is Zhu Youtang's true attitude.

As long as no one knows Zhu Youtang's clear thoughts, no one dares to make a mistake.

In Xianyun Pavilion, Zhang Wan'er was still sleeping on the bed.

Because there was no screen, Weihong asked Doctor Tian to wait at the door first.

He brought Fuling to Zhang Wan'er's bedside and let down the bed curtain to serve as a partition screen.

Afterwards, Weihong gently woke up Zhang Wan'er who was sleeping.

"My lady, I have invited the imperial physician. Can I ask the eunuch to take your pulse?"

"what?"

Zhang Wan'er sat up and looked at Fuling beside her with some surprise.

Fuling bowed quickly: "Imperial Hospital Fuling, I meet Zhang Da Ying."

"Hurry up and get up. I'm surprised you can come."

Zhang Wan'er looked at Weihong again: "Weihong, thank you for your hard work."

Weihong's eyes were slightly red: "My lady, please don't say these things. Doctor Tian is already at the door. Can we let him take your pulse now?"

Zhang Wan'er clutched the quilt tightly and nodded slightly.

"Doctor Tian, ​​you can come over now." Weihong called.

"Yes."

Doctor Tian walked to the bedside and bowed to Zhang Wan'er first.

"Tian Youyan from the Imperial Hospital has met Zhang Da Ying."

"Please get up. Thank you, Doctor Tian."

Doctor Tian stood up and stood in front of the bed curtain, then said to Fuling, "Fuling, you can start taking my pulse now."

"Yes, Doctor Tian."

Fuling looked at Zhang Wan'er, who was a little weak on the bed, and gently reached out her hand to touch Zhang Wan'er's pulse.

Afterwards, Fuling carefully told Doctor Tian, ​​who was standing outside the bed curtain, about the pulse she felt.

Doctor Tian became more and more excited the more he listened, and all the muscles in his body were shaking with excitement.

After listening to Fuling's final description, Doctor Tian knelt down on the ground and bowed deeply to Zhang Wan'er.

"Congratulations, Zhang Da Ying! You are pregnant!"

"Congratulations, Zhang Da Ying! You are pregnant with the heir of the Ming Dynasty!"

(End of this chapter)