The old imperial doctor opened his eyes and couldn't bear to look directly, "No problem, no problem."
Hua Yuqiong took the brush and started writing again, and another crooked earthworm-like line appeared on the white rice paper.
The old imperial doctor's eyes twitched again, and he looked away again unbearably.
He originally thought that the words written by this handsome and heavenly boy must have a unique charm, but now it seems that it does have a unique "charm"!
Shang watched Hua Yuqiong holding the pen very hard, but the pen produced crooked lines, and his eyes gradually became a little subtle.
Is this... how you got it?
"Tsk, tsk, they say words are like people, but now it seems that is not the case!" Disaster smacked his lips and sent a message to Shang.
Silent words of sorrow.
"alright."
Hua Yuqiong looked at the handwriting she had carefully written with great satisfaction and handed it to the old imperial doctor beside her.
"In the past few days, remember to prepare meals for Emperor Zhai... according to the above. You must take care of it yourself to make sure nothing goes wrong."
"good."
The white-bearded old imperial doctor responded. Seeing that Hua Yuqiong had finished using his brush and put it on the pen rest, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the writing on the rice paper in his hand. Fortunately, although Hua Yuqiong's calligraphy was not generally ugly, it was
Even though it was loose and loose, he could still identify it.
But the more he watched, the more tangled his expression became, and finally he couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, King Yin, isn't this... the meal for a woman to sit on the Moon Gate?"
Hua Yuqiong nodded, "Yes, it's just that I changed some things inside and replaced them with drugs. Is there any problem?"
"..."
Not only is there a problem, it’s a big problem!
But even though the old imperial doctor thought so in his heart, he still said: "No, no, I'm just a little surprised."
Hua Yuqiong nodded with understanding.
"Your Highness King Yin, I would like to ask, how did you do it? Your Majesty, doesn't his Yin and Yin have that kind of pulse?"
Shang looked at Hua Yuqiong with cold eyes, and he was also very curious about how this person who was greatly praised by both disasters and disasters did it.
Hearing this, Hua Yuqiong chuckled.
"The pulse without a god, with disordered pulse rate and scattered pulse shape, is a dead pulse. However, part of it is caused by organic heart disease, and it is not necessarily an incurable disease. I just discovered it.
The mitral valve insufficiency in the heart suggests that it may be a dead artery caused by organic disease of the heart."
The words that came out of Yu Qiong's mouth hit the old imperial doctor directly on the forehead, making him look at a loss.
What are these things?
Why has he never heard of it?
"Your Highness, what does organic heart disease and the mitral valve mean? Why have I never heard of it?"
The smile on Hua Yuqiong's lips froze slightly. How could she explain this?
"Ahem, that... is a term related to heart disease." Hua Yuqiong coughed lightly and laughed dryly.
"Oh...I see, listening to you is better than studying for ten years!" the old imperial doctor said with a smile.
"Well, hehehe..." Hua Yuqiong said with a smile.
How could this be recorded in ancient medical books?
However, as long as you are happy.
Hua Yuqiong frowned, pulled the clothes attached to her body, and sighed.
There was nothing going on here, so she had better go back and change first. It was really uncomfortable to have wet clothes sticking to her body.