The reborn emperor, you are dismissed

Chapter 422
"Now, are you at ease?"

She was triumphant: "The thing that kills multiple birds with one stone has finally been done."

After she was excited, she looked at his face and said tentatively: "I want...to call Imperial Physician Liang into the palace."

He frowned: "Liang Cen studies poisonous injuries, but is not good at..."

"So, I have to find him even more." She clenched the hem of her skirt and said slowly, "The body cold is not accidental, but...brought out of the mother's womb."

The gentle smile gradually faded, and for a moment, she saw a strong killing intent in his eyes.

However, he didn't ask anything, just raised his hand to brush her slightly messy black hair, and said softly, "Okay."

The next day, she rejected his plan to accompany him, and promised again and again that she would inform him of the diagnosis result.

Only then did the man be reluctantly sent out of the palace.

At that time, Liang Cen came quietly in a commoner suit without a medicine box on his shoulders.

The two were originally friends who lived together in the same military tent, but now they are the emperor's relatives. After dismissing the palace servants, Liang Cen called out bluntly:
"Cousin, what's wrong?"

Could it be that the sequelae of past amnesia are still there?

She didn't hide anything, she told the truth.

Liang Cen was stunned for a moment, even though he didn't understand the world, he knew the pros and cons of this matter.

Not daring to delay, he quickly raised his finger to take the pulse.

After all, the medical skills are figured out, and the woman's pulse condition is naturally different from usual, but Imperial Physician Liang probed a little, and soon discovered the abnormality.

"The people in Dejitang are right. It is indeed caused by the mother's body. It is not harmful to the body by accident, but it affects..."

When the words came to his lips, they turned into a faint sigh.

Cousin is an emperor, so how can he be childless, but he has a deep affection for Miss Su, which can be described as a good fortune.

"Will it be cured?"

I have to admit that Liang Cen's words made her feel more uncomfortable than the old doctor's words before.

It was only at this moment that I realized that there was a misdiagnosed expectation hidden in my heart.

If even a genius doctor can't do anything, does she really want to obey the destiny?
"There is a prescription that can help you force out the old stasis, but there is no guarantee that it will be effective, and..."

Liang Cen hesitated whether to say it or not.

Healers are not gods, and there will be times when they are beyond their power.

"It's good to have more hope." She smiled, "I'm not afraid of taking medicine."

She doesn't want to listen to fate.

If you can grasp it, go for it.

Physician Liang left a prescription and carefully explained the precautions. Before leaving, she asked:

"For now, please don't tell him."

The subconscious is to refuse, after all, no matter what your identity is, you should not deceive the king.

But seeing the woman's pretendingly strong expression, the heart of the doctor, who had always been calm, trembled inexplicably.

"Row."

According to the prescription, Zhu Xia went outside the palace to grab the medicine, and Zijuan and her set up a medicine stove in the backyard.

Half an hour later, the porcelain bowl containing the brown liquid was placed on the small table in the side hall.

Without hesitation, she picked it up and drank it down.

A slightly bitter taste slid down her throat, and she ordered: "Zhuxia, close the door."

The gate of the palace was closed tightly, Zhuxia and Zijuan waited nervously aside.

She lay on the couch and waited quietly.

A moment later, a piercing pain rose from the lower abdomen, intermittently, as if someone was twisting with a knife.

"Oh!" She covered her lips, trying to suppress the desire to vomit that followed.

Don't vomit, or you'll be drinking for nothing.

A layer of cold sweat floated on his forehead, and slid down his cheeks drop by drop.

It's summer, but I can't feel any warmth.

Zhuxia half-kneeled by her side, hurriedly wiped it lightly with a handkerchief, and said in a slightly weeping voice:

"My lady... are you okay, my lady..."

"It's okay." She took a deep breath and smiled weakly, "Don't tell anyone, remember."

(End of this chapter)