: There are differences in legs and feet

The nannies were quite calm, and they had not experienced such a scene. They quickly picked up the child and wiped his butt and soles of his feet. Doctor Zhao hurriedly rubbed the child's heart. After two quarters of an hour of hard work, they heard the child crying faintly.

The faint crying sound was like the sound of nature, and everyone was as if they were pardoned. A little palace maid even cried. If she really ended up with a single corpse and two lives, the servants present would not have thought about living.

The nannies carefully wiped the fragile prince in their arms. After a brief examination, they felt anxious again. One of them was about to cry, and knelt in front of the imperial concubine with his brother in his arms.

"Empress, little prince, there is something wrong with your feet. What should I do if I do this,,,,,,"

Before Tong Jia could recover from the horror just now, Concubine Cheng almost died, and the little prince came back to life. Before he could have had time to be happy, Tong Jia almost got crazy by the shock.

"What can I do? Call the Imperial Doctor to see. Can I still treat my little prince?"

Tong Jia rarely loses her composure. The red coral tassels hanging on both sides of her shoulders were trembling with Tong Jia's movements. When Yu Fu saw her breathing rapidly, her lips were purple, she knew that she was very scared just now. Tong Jia's heart and lung problems were the most difficult to withstand such ups and downs, so she hurriedly called Lianxin first, and the two of them helped Tong Jia out to slowly.

As for the people in the house, he couldn't ignore it. Yu Jue said to Doctor Zhao, asking him to take good care of Concubine Cheng and the young prince, and just save his life now, and the people around him didn't have to care.

Doctor Zhao was also sweating coldly at this moment, and the clothes on his back were soaked. He responded slowly, and didn't dare to do anything except pinching Cheng Concubine's pulse.

He only thought that Concubine Cheng and the young prince were his care, so he was almost scared to death. Who knew that everything was fine when he was pregnant, and that when he was born, Concubine Cheng had difficulty giving birth, and the young prince was almost suffocated to death and was still disabled.

Yuju settled down Tong Jia then went in to see Concubine Cheng, and Doctor Qiao was also called to help Doctor Zhao.

At this time, there was no laughter on the Changchun Palace. He finally served Concubine Cheng, but in this way, the servants did not dare to ask for rewards. They just served silently and listened to the instructions of Concubine De for a while.

His prince was born to be looked up to by countless people, but the young prince is a scammer. Who can respect him in the future and who can respect him?

Seeing that his brothers were all so healthy, what would the little prince think? Will he resent him as a mama? Will he resent Chengpin for not giving him a healthy body? How difficult will it be for him to walk in the future?

However, few people could understand Kangxi, and few people knew that he was sad at this time. Everyone knew that he looked at Concubine Cheng and the little prince and left at a glance. They all thought that the emperor was ruthless. When they saw that the little prince was useless, they ignored him again.

"Take good care of Concubine Cheng and Prince."

Emperor Kangxi was frightened by his thoughts, his shoulders shook, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and shattered. The harsh sound made him wake up immediately, and for a moment, guilt and self-blame were shrouded in his heart.

Since seeing Concubine Cheng and the young prince come back, Wansui Ye was in a daze. When he returned to Qianqing Palace, he sat on the couch, saying nothing and doing nothing. Finally, Wansui Ye took the tea and went over and took a sip and fell.

Mr. Kangxi had no patience to ask, and glanced around with a cold face, and saw the baby wrapped in a cradle on the bed next to him. Mr. Kangxi hurriedly stepped over, regardless of the child's pity that was crying, and quickly untied the quilt and held the little prince's legs and feet to look back and forth.

Liang Jiu had to sigh again without any effort. No one dared to persuade Master Wansui to be more open-minded. The young prince is a scammer. No matter how he asked someone to persuade him, he would not be able to do anything big.

After diagnosing the pulse, Chengpin's body suffered a lot, but he had no worries about his life. He just kept it carefully for a few years. Yuyou was relieved and thought that this was a blessing in disgrace.

How could his child be a tragedy?

Mr. Kangxi's heart was filled with disappointment and sadness, and even felt that he had done something wrong, so that God put the retribution on his children.

I was really afraid that something would come from the club. Doctor Zhao was thinking about not knowing how to explain to Master Wansui, so he heard the voice of Mr. Wansui greeting Master Wansui. He vaguely heard Empress Depin replying a few words, and then the door creaked "screaked" and someone suddenly pushed open. Master Wansui came in.

After confirming this, Kangxi felt cold. No matter how he didn't like Chengpin, he still hoped that Chengpin's child would be healthy. But who would have thought that his seventh prince was a tragedy.

If the Emperor and the Empress ask him how he cares about him, he can't answer a single word.

Not knowing what he thought of, Emperor Kangxi suddenly had an idea.

What should I do?

He is the child's Ama. No matter what the child is like, how can he not hope that the child will survive?

Emperor Kangxi left this sentence and hurried away as if he was running away. He didn't know how to face Concubine Cheng and the little prince, and he couldn't imagine the difficulties that the child would face when he grew up.

The little prince was suffocated to death and was rescued by someone, but could it be a good thing for the little prince to live?

"What the hell is going on!"

Emperor Kangxi was afraid of being shocked by Concubine Cheng and the young prince, so he didn't ask loudly, but the sound fell into the ears of Doctor Zhao and a group of slaves, and it was like thunder. It was so scary that the two of them fought. Apart from kneeling and burying their heads deep, the people around him dared not say or do it.

He's just afraid he's over,

It is always much better to survive than to die prematurely.

Liang Jiugong squatted on the ground and picked up the fragments into his palms bit by bit. His eyes looked at Long Live from time to time, and his heart was full of worry.

The little prince's right leg was indeed a little shorter, and his little feet were slightly turned in.

Chengpin was not awake yet, but she was afraid that she would not be able to withstand the disability of the Seventh Prince when she woke up. Yuju even told Chengpin and Caiyue, who had been in front of him, to hide it from others. How many days would it take to hide it? This life would have to continue.

If Concubine Cheng fails, how can the little prince live?

Life is also sad when the prince without his mother's blessing in the palace.

As for the young prince, he could only ask the wet nurse to take care of it carefully. He would find a way to see if it could be cured in the future. The young prince did not cry when he was born, and he was also very concerned about it, because he was afraid that lack of oxygen would affect the young prince's intelligence.

It doesn't matter if his legs are not good. The little prince will not treat him badly when he is born in the Tian family. He will educate him well. The child can live a wonderful life with ambition. But if he has problems with his intelligence due to lack of oxygen, it will be strange if he doesn't collapse when he knows.
Chapter completed!