Cheng Yaojin next to him quickly pulled Zhao Chen.
Is this crazy? Zhao Chen is really not the first to dare to talk to the emperor in the palace.
But all the people before were cut off.
Zhao Chen is tempting crazy on the verge of committing suicide.
When the doctors and the imperial physician heard Zhao Chen's words, their hearts were filled with a slight slap.
I thought to myself that this kid is not very old and has a very good tone.
At first glance, I have never experienced any beatings.
But I guess I can learn my lessons in the next life.
However, Sun Simiao heard Zhao Chen's voice and shook his head secretly in his heart.
The Queen's disease is already hard to cure. How can I get a way to cure it?
Zhao Chen's attitude would only make the emperor even more annoyed.
Li Shimin looked at Zhao Chen in front of him, and his back teeth were tightly biting together.
Zhao Chen looked at him with a calm eyes and never blinked.
"Save." After a long time, Li Shimin spit out a word, stood up, and gave up his seat with Zhao Chen.
Zhao Chen sat down on the stool and opened the bed tent.
Empress Changsun lay on the soft couch and breathed rapidly.
His face was unusually pale.
Obviously, life is already hanging on the line.
Seeing Empress Changsun like this, Zhao Chen suddenly felt distressed.
"How about it?"
"Is there any solution to the situation of Guanyin maid?" Li Shimin looked at Zhao Chen anxiously.
Although he never knew when Zhao Chen would be able to do medical skills, Li Shimin had no choice at this moment.
Zhao Chen ignored Li Shimin.
Instead, he took out a mysterious silk from his arms and asked the palace maid to put it on his wrist for Queen Changsun.
Men and women are not close to each other, let alone the queen of the Tang Dynasty lying.
The Xuan Si was straightened, and Zhao Chen put one hand on the Xuan Si, quietly feeling the changes in Queen Changsun's veins.
Li Shimin frowned. He clearly remembered that Zhao Chen did not know how to do medicine.
Otherwise, why would his anger be tormented him for more than ten years?
How...
However, Sun Simiao and others were about to stare out at this moment.
Pulse diagnosis by hanging silk!
The legendary hanging silk pulse diagnosis actually appeared in front of them.
A young man actually used this kind of medical technique that only exists in ancient books?
Everyone's hearts were suddenly filled with storms, and they just rushed forward to ask for advice.
Sun Simiao was even more surprised.
He still remembered that the emperor and the queen took their own to the tavern to see Zhao Chen.
If Zhao Chen had already had such a brilliant medical skill, why would he be so weak?
But if not, how should I explain the scene before me?
"Doctor Sun, is this?" Li Shimin was a little worried. He had never seen such a diagnosis method, so he couldn't help but ask Sun Simiao on the side.
"Your Majesty, this is a magical technique for medical science, hanging silk to diagnose pulses. If you were not a top genius doctor, you would definitely not be able to learn this technique."
"I have seen it in ancient books for a few words, but I don't want to see it today."
"But I have no regrets in this life that I can see this technique." Sun Simiao whispered to the emperor, but he was extremely excited in his words.
There was even a hint of admiration in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Chen.
Those who are good at learning are teachers.
This is fully demonstrated in the medical field.
Even if you use this method to sling your wire to diagnose your pulse, it is already a magical doctor.
When Li Shimin heard this, he was shocked at first, and then he showed excitement on his face.
Although he didn't understand what Sun Simiao said very much.
Even Li Shimin didn't want to delve into how Zhao Chen had this method.
At this moment, he just wanted to know whether Queen Changsun could save her.
No one dared to speak in Lizheng Hall, even if he was breathing heavily, he would slowly vomit.
For fear of disturbing Zhao Chen's diagnosis and treatment of the queen.
After a few breaths, Zhao Chen stopped and a palace maid next to him untied the mysterious silk.
"How?" Li Shimin couldn't wait.
Zhao Chen didn't say anything, but sighed slightly.
"The Guanyin maid was infected with a serious illness. It was not long before I knew it, but I never dared to tell her about this. The Guanyin maid only thought I didn't know it."
"I didn't plan to let her go this time in Wannian County."
"But Guanyin Bi said, Zhao Chen, you are waiting for him, she wants to see you again, even if it's the last time."
"I can't resist her, so I asked Dr. Sun to accompany me."
"I am at fault for you, but Guanyin Maid treats you with no other intentions. You can blame me, but you should not resent Guanyin Maid."
"If you really can't do it, you can talk to her and she can hear it, and it's not worth the acquaintance."
Li Shimin stood aside, looked at Empress Changsun on the sickbed, and said softly.
When I spoke, my body was also slightly trembling.
"Phone with phlegm attached to the lungs, obstruction of lung meridians, qi stagnation and blood stasis, rapid breathing, and insufficient oxygen supply to the organs."
"Using acupuncture and moxibustion to relieve the meridians and unblock the meridians, and with decoctions, it can recover qi and blood, and it will be cured in more than a month." Zhao Chen pinched the quilt for Queen Changsun and said slowly.
After saying that, there was no sound in Lizheng Hall for a long time.
Even Li Shimin himself did not react.
"You...you...what was just saying that Guanyin maid is still saved?" Li Shimin grabbed Zhao Chen's hand, his eyes full of expectation.
The palace maids and eunuchs present had never seen His Majesty show such a look.
There was an imperial physician but he showed suspicion.
They knew clearly that the queen was already terminally ill and it would be a blessing to survive these two days.
This man actually said he would be cured in more than a month.
No one can believe this when it is spread.
"Stand aside." Zhao Chen said, taking out the needle bag from his arms.
Use the candles on the side to disinfect them.
Li Shimin didn't dare to make any sound, and stood aside with a restrained face.
Like a student scolded by a teacher.
But his eyes were staring at Zhao Chen's movements.
"Buzz--"
After disinfection, the silver needle in Zhao Chen's hand suddenly trembled.
To be continued...