Dual-wielding! 100x proficiency, I'll grind my way to godhood!

Chen Mo, supporting his lower back, slowly straightened up.

The lady opposite him simply nodded slightly and said nothing.

However, the maid behind her kept her eyes fixed on Chen Mo.

From the moment he bowed, his gaze never left his face.

It's obvious without even thinking that they were spies planted by the emperor.

Chen Mo raised his eyes and looked back calmly.

Instead of dodging, the maid slightly raised her chin, with a hint of provocation.

Yes, without any attempt to hide it.

Chen Mo immediately put on a simple and honest look, grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth, and looked as kind as if he were seeing his own granddaughter.

The maid frowned and turned her head away in disgust.

But after only two seconds, her gaze returned to Chen Mo.

This was her job.

The emperor didn't even bother to pretend, and didn't care at all whether the empress knew he was being watched.

The poor women in the harem had to live with an emperor who was a eunuch and never touched them, and they also had to help him maintain the lie of pretending to be a man.

Hey.

Then I can only let him have it...

"Sir, please take my pulse."

The maid spoke calmly.

The small, soft pulse pillow was brought out, and the Empress stretched out her slender wrist and gently placed it on the pillow.

Her wrists were ridiculously thin, as if they would break if you applied even the slightest force.

The maid took out a thin silk handkerchief and covered the lady's wrist.

Chen Mo kept his eyes down the whole time, behaving himself obediently.

Three fingers were firmly placed on the pulse, eyes closed, beard stroked, head swaying, striking a pose that was utterly professional.

There's really no need to take someone's pulse.

He had already seen it clearly from her expression.

The Empress had a rosy complexion and full of energy; she was in perfect health.

The dark circles under my eyes, my general fatigue, restless sleep, irritable dreams, and loss of appetite are all the result of worries and years of pent-up emotions.

This is a mental illness, not a physical one.

To put it bluntly, it's the result of living a life of celibacy.

This disease is difficult to cure even for a god, unless the emperor truly cares for it.

But the emperor would never touch any of the concubines in his harem in his entire life.

The so-called strange illness of the imperial concubines that could not be cured was a fabrication by the emperor from beginning to end.

There's no illness at all, so naturally no one can cure it.

Why were all those imperial physicians and renowned folk doctors killed?

Because their medical skills were so advanced, they saw through the shocking secret that the emperor never visited the harem.

Those who see through the emperor's secrets and deceptions will only face death.

In an instant, Chen Mo had come up with a solution.

Pretending to be a quack doctor.

It can't be too useless, nor can it be too powerful.

You need some medical skills, but you absolutely cannot cure stubborn diseases.

This balance must be perfectly maintained.

To say that the Empress was not ill would expose the Emperor's lie, which would certainly lead to death.

To say that a disease has reached its terminal stage and cannot be cured is a sign of medical incompetence, and also a death sentence.

It can be said that the illness is treatable, but it requires long-term, gradual conditioning.

Only this kind of doctor is most to the emperor's liking and is the safest.

They could cover up the emperor's lies without exposing the problem immediately, and they could stay in the palace to do their jobs for a long time.

When I start speaking, I'll first talk about the deficiency syndrome, then discuss the treatment, and finally prescribe the safest and most gentle tonifying formula.

It won't make you sick, nor will it cure the root cause; it's safe for life.

Moreover, under the guise of visiting the palace for medical consultations, he was able to move around the palace for extended periods.

We'll find an opportunity then to take the emperor's woman and the Nine Yin Manual from him.

This move is a sure win.

Just as Chen Mo was about to speak.

The maid's expression suddenly changed.

The seated empress suddenly stiffened, her hand clenching tightly in her sleeve.

The next moment, she quickly released her hand, and her face returned to the standard, proper smile that she had practiced for more than ten years.

Outside the courtyard, a long, sharp announcement suddenly rang out.

"His Majesty has arrived!"

All the palace maids and eunuchs turned around instantly and bowed in unison.

Chen Mo immediately withdrew his hand, then bowed and lowered his head, his posture respectful and reserved.

He glanced at it quickly out of the corner of his eye.

Two eunuchs bowed and led the way. A tall figure strode forward, his gait powerful and imposing, exuding the air of an emperor who had long held a high position.

Upon closer inspection, something seemed amiss.

His skin was rather pale, as if he hadn't seen sunlight for many years.

The beard on his chin... looks like it's glued on.

Their footsteps were so light they landed silently, almost eerily so.

His aura was powerful, only slightly weaker than his.

Fortunately, the Crimson Fire Sect possesses a secret technique for concealing one's aura, which has been mastered to the highest level, allowing one to remain completely hidden.

Otherwise, their true colors would probably be seen through upon meeting.

No need for formalities.

The emperor spoke, his voice deliberately lowered to sound calm, yet it still couldn't hide a subtle, high-pitched quality.

It was exactly as expected.

He was a eunuch emperor!

Chen Mo deliberately bent his waist even lower and his breathing became heavy, giving off the weak and panting air of an elderly person.

It's only natural that an old farmer from the countryside would be timid, reserved, and apprehensive when he first meets the emperor.

"I heard that the Imperial Medical Academy has invited a renowned folk healer today."

The emperor slowly walked into the courtyard, his gaze sweeping across the entire area.

"I was concerned about my beloved concubine's health, so I came here specifically to check on her."

The Empress slightly curtsied.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

"Have you been resting well these days?"

"Thanks to Your Majesty's great fortune, all is well."

The questions and answers were all cold, bureaucratic formalities, making them even more distant than strangers.

The Empress turned to the side and introduced softly:

"Your Majesty, this is a newly hired physician from the Imperial Medical Academy, who is here for his first consultation today."

"This humble subject greets Your Majesty."

Chen Mo bowed deeply in greeting.

The emperor's gaze fell upon him, and he spoke calmly:

"Who are you from, sir?"

"Your Majesty, it is a small, insignificant place in the countryside, not worth mentioning. Your Majesty must not have heard of it."

"How many years have you been practicing medicine?"

"Forty years in total."

"Forty years of medical experience."

The emperor nodded slightly.

"Being selected by the Imperial Medical Academy must mean you have real skills."

"I dare not claim any skill; I am merely a commoner, struggling to make ends meet."

Chen Mo adopted an extremely humble attitude.

The emperor smiled faintly.

Chen Mo always kept his eyes on his nose and his nose focused on his mind.

When speaking to an emperor like this, the more you say, the more mistakes you make; you can't say a single unnecessary word.

The Empress paused for a moment, then softened her voice:

"Your Majesty...do you have some free time tonight? We have brewed some fine tea in the courtyard."

Her words were gentle, but everyone in the courtyard understood what she meant.

The maid lowered her eyes, and all the palace maids and eunuchs held their breath very quietly.

They've been watching these tests for over a decade, and the outcome has never changed.

"The government is very busy with state affairs."

The emperor didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone indifferent.

"Your Majesty, you can rest and recuperate peacefully."

The refusal was practiced, cold, and completely emotionless.

"Your Majesty, I respectfully see you off..."

"No rush."

The emperor waved his hand and walked straight to the stone table to sit down.

"Since a master doctor has arrived, that's perfect. I'll stay here and hear the results."

In an instant, everyone in the entire hospital stared at Chen Mo.

The maid stepped forward and carefully smoothed and straightened the silk handkerchief.

The Empress gently placed her slender wrist back onto the pulse pillow.

The emperor sat three steps away, holding a teacup and staring at Chen Mo's face.

He didn't come to hear about the patient's condition; he came to review the results.

Chen Mo remained calm. He sat up straight and placed three fingers on the silk handkerchief.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, then after a moment pretended to ponder, making a soft "tsk" sound.

His brows first relaxed slightly, then furrowed again.

"Your Majesty's pulse..."