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

The entire courtyard was deathly silent; no one dared to utter a sound.

The guards behind the emperor gripped the hilts of their swords tightly.

Just waiting for the emperor's word, this old man would lose his head on the spot and be carried out sideways.

The Empress's hand rested quietly on the pulse pillow, without moving an inch.

The courtyard was so quiet it felt suffocating.

Chen Mo was not flustered at all.

He moved three fingers back and forth across the pulse points, his eyes closed and opened repeatedly, and he occasionally clicked his tongue, deliberately putting on airs.

After a long while, he slowly uttered a single word.

"Disaster."

The entire hospital staff felt a sudden sinking feeling.

"Very rare."

He added another sentence, his expression growing even more serious.

The little eunuch next to him secretly grimaced.

Keep pretending.

Traditional Chinese medicine doctors love this trick, deliberately keeping people in suspense.

The more he dawdled, the more everyone in the courtyard pricked up their ears, all waiting to hear what he would say next.

The maid and the head eunuch exchanged a furtive glance, both harboring their doubts.

Could this rustic old quack doctor have actually figured out the problem?

But in their hearts, they had already sentenced Chen Mo to death.

Which of those renowned doctors who came before wasn't incredibly skilled?

Those who dare to tell the truth never end up well; their graves are overgrown with weeds.

The emperor sat at the stone table, slowly skimming the foam from his tea, too lazy to even lift his eyelids.

He's seen too much over the years.

Anyone who dares to say they're not sick will be killed.

Those who sensed something amiss and were so frightened they trembled and dared not speak were also killed.

The old man shaking his head in front of him was already a dead man in his eyes.

However, he was now intrigued and wanted to hear what tricks this dying old man had up his sleeve.

Chen Mo finally opened his eyes, first letting out a heavy sigh, his brows furrowed.

"Her Majesty's pulse is floating and weak."

"I don't sleep well at night, I wake up easily, my mouth tastes bitter in the morning, and I have a very poor appetite; nothing tastes good."

"Am I right?"

The empress suddenly looked up, her face filled with shock.

All correct!

Exactly the same word!

She never mentioned these subtle symptoms to anyone.

It's no use saying anything; it would only embarrass His Majesty. I can only suffer in silence.

The personal maid was also completely stunned.

Only those who served her day and night knew these details.

Is this old man truly skilled, or is he just spouting nonsense?

She subconsciously glanced at the emperor, wanting to see his expression.

But the emperor remained calmly holding his teacup, his face expressionless, revealing no trace of joy or anger.

"Your Majesty, this is a typical case of uterine coldness, physical weakness, and deficiency of both qi and blood."

Chen Mo's expression grew increasingly serious, and his tone became heavy:

"The body is deficient from the root, it's not something that happened overnight, and it can't be made up for in a short time."

He paused, then lowered his voice:

"The losses are too great; the dragon seed is restless and cannot settle down."

The last four words were spoken very softly, yet they exploded like thunder throughout the entire courtyard.

The empress's face turned deathly pale instantly.

The hand resting on the pulse pillow suddenly curled up at the fingertips, the heart filled with bitterness and despair.

Seeing this, the emperor reached out and gently took her hand, speaking in a tender and comforting tone:

"Don't be afraid."

This comforting word was flawless, gentle and appropriate.

The Empress's voice trembled slightly, carrying a faint glimmer of hope:

"Sir...is there a cure for my illness?"

Before Chen Mo could speak, the emperor's gaze had already turned to him, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Cold uterus, weak constitution, and deficiency of both qi and blood?

This rhetoric has been repeated countless times by the imperial physicians of the Imperial Hospital over the years; it's all just empty official jargon to deceive people.

At this moment, he had already defined Chen Mo in his mind.

He saw him as a quack doctor who cheated people out of their money and drink, a fool who only knew how to play petty tricks.

But instead of being annoyed, he was secretly pleased.

The previous imperial physicians were either too honest and dared to speak the truth, or too clever and saw through the tricks; none of them could be kept.

This old man, however, was just the right amount of stupid.

Lacking discernment and unable to see the bigger picture, he only knows how to honestly treat illnesses, which conveniently allows him to continue playing the role of "the empress in the harem suffering from chronic illnesses."

The maids and the head eunuch also reacted instantly.

After all that trouble, it turns out the person the Imperial Medical Academy went to so much trouble to recruit was just a charlatan!

They even dared to deceive the emperor; they were utterly audacious.

The two of them had already begun silently counting down the days until Chen Mo's death.

Only the Empress regarded Chen Mo's words as a lifeline, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

"It can be cured! It's absolutely curable!"

Chen Mo suddenly puffed out his chest, full of confidence:

"I've seen this problem of Your Highness many times before!"

The emperor immediately leaned forward, feigning urgency:

"Sir, is what you say true? Is there a cure?"

He feigned anxiety and worry, putting on a superb performance.

This affectionate demeanor wasn't an act for Chen Mo; it was an act for all the servants in the courtyard.

Chen Mo lowered his eyes, a cold smile playing on his lips.

You play your devoted emperor, I'll play my honest but mediocre doctor, each of us playing our own part.

"Your Majesty, please rest assured!"

Chen Mo adopted the air of a seasoned old doctor, exuding confidence.

"I've been practicing medicine for forty years. What kind of difficult and complicated diseases haven't I seen? Last year, the old sow belonging to the wealthy Zhang family in town didn't give birth for three whole years, and no one could cure it!"

"With my help, two doses of medicine were enough to make a difference! A litter of twelve piglets were born, each one plump, healthy, and thriving!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing wildly and even holding up two fingers.

"The wealthy Zhang was overjoyed and immediately rewarded me with a full ten taels of silver!"

"How dare you!"

The personal maid immediately shouted angrily, her eyes wide with rage.

"Your Majesty is of immeasurable value and incomparably noble! How dare you compare her to livestock..."

The guard behind him pressed his hand heavily on the hilt of his sword, his killing intent rising suddenly.

"Hey! You can't say that!"

Chen Mo stiffened his neck, looking serious, showing no fear whatsoever.

"The underlying pathologies of humans and livestock are the same! A sow's infertility is due to a deficiency of qi and blood; a damsel in distress also suffers from a deficiency of qi and blood! The root cause is exactly the same!"

A single sentence was enough.

The entire courtyard was utterly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

After a moment of stalemate, the emperor suddenly burst out laughing.

That smile instantly eased the tense atmosphere, and only then did the people below dare to relax.

The young eunuch couldn't help but chuckle, the palace maids' shoulders trembled, and even the personal maids turned their heads away, unable to suppress their laughter.

Even the empress, whose face was full of frustration, couldn't hold back anymore.

She quietly turned her face away, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

"You old man, you're quite the honest fellow, and your words are truly amusing."

The emperor suppressed his smile and glanced at Chen Mo with indifferent eyes.

"If you can cure Her Majesty's incurable illness, I will reward you handsomely."

"Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you, Your Majesty! Your Majesty is blessed with boundless good fortune!"

Chen Mo's eyes lit up instantly, his face showing a greedy and honest look. He quickly bowed and started showering her with flattery.

His money-grubbing, rustic appearance stunned the head eunuch, who completely lowered his guard.

This is just an ignorant, money-grubbing old quack doctor from the countryside; he's no threat at all.

"But Your Majesty."

Chen Mo rubbed his hands together, carefully observing the emperor's expression, his tone sincere.

"This disease is curable, but it takes a lot of time and effort. It can take anywhere from a few months to a year and a half to recover slowly and over a long period of time."

He deliberately exaggerated the time frame so that he could stay in the palace for an extended period.

"It's alright."

The emperor waved his hand.

"If it can be cured, that's good. I'm willing to wait however long it takes."

A year and a half?

He wished the old man could cure him for three to five years, forever covering up his deception about this strange illness in the harem.

Immediately afterwards, he casually threw out a remark.

"From now on, you will be in charge of taking care of the health of all the ladies in the palace. Go and examine them one by one later."