After I got into the drama, I led the plot astray

After returning to Shengping Hall, I sent Ling Zhi and Ling Yun to Taihe Hall to keep an eye on the situation.

I didn't specifically want to know what was going on in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, but Zheng Xian's life was coming to an end, and his departure would most likely cause turmoil, so I just wanted to take precautions in advance.

After everything was arranged, I changed into ordinary clothes and prepared to leave the palace.

I rode in the carriage and Fuyao drove the carriage. We didn't let Yingchun and Yang follow us, and Fuyao and I left the palace in a low-key manner.

My carriage had no markings and looked like an ordinary carriage from the outside, but it was actually the carriage that Zheng Xian often rode in when he secretly left the palace. It was decorated with luxurious accessories, the cushions were large and soft, and the wheels were shockproof, so I didn't feel any bumps at all and it was very comfortable.

The Taifu Mansion was very close to the Imperial Palace. After leaving the palace, it didn’t take long to reach the Taifu Mansion.

I got off the carriage, and unexpectedly the doorman was very considerate and recognized me. He quickly and respectfully welcomed me in.

When Butler Bao received the message from his servant, he ran out to greet them in two steps.

When Butler Bao saw me, he almost burst into tears and said in a choked voice: "Second Miss Zhao, you are finally here!"

But after I finished speaking, I realized that I had said the wrong thing, and quickly covered my mouth. I looked around in horror and found that except for the female guards beside me, all the servants had avoided me. Then I quietly wiped the sweat off my face, bowed respectfully to me, and said, "This old servant pays respect to the Concubine Shu. The Concubine Shu is healthy."

Although I was eager to see Gongsun Wen, I had to be polite to avoid suspicion and said, "The Emperor heard that your master was seriously ill, so he specially asked me to come and visit. How is your master now?"

This statement can only be said to be a face-saving effort, but Butler Bao did not expose it and said quickly: "My lady, my master is not in good condition now. Please follow me to check on him."

I said "hmm", and Butler Bao led the way and took me directly to the plum garden.

When we arrived at the inner room, the imperial physician sent by Zheng Yan had just finished the treatment.

Gongsun Wen's condition was not good. The imperial physician carefully explained his condition, then wrote out a prescription and told him some precautions before leaving.

It was only when I met Gongsun Wen that I understood what this “not very good” meant.

Gongsun Wen was seen wearing a white undershirt, lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His face was as pale as gold paper, and his lips were bloodless. His black hair scattered on the soft pillow, combined with his sick appearance, made him look even more charming.

Bah, sex really confuses people.

I calmed myself and sat on the stool that Butler Bao brought for me. I stretched out my hand and was about to take Gongsun Wen's pulse, but Gongsun Wen, who still had his eyes closed, suddenly retracted his hand and shrank into the quilt, obviously not liking being touched.

I haven't said a word since I came in, so Gongsun Wen didn't know I was here.

I saw that Gongsun Wen was still arrogant even though he was sick, so I said unhappily, "You are so sick that you are almost dying, and you don't allow anyone to take your pulse?"

Gongsun Wen opened his eyes suddenly when he heard my voice. He thought he was dreaming, so he blinked again and said in a hoarse voice: "The ancients were not deceiving me. It is true that a drunk can dispel a thousand sorrows. Old friends will come to me in my dreams."

After Gongsun Wen finished speaking, he gave a bitter smile and then closed his eyes tightly again.

I......

I am a doctor, so I don't need to be so particular. I took Gongsun Wen's hand out of the quilt and felt his pulse. At first, Gongsun Wen was still struggling, but he was really seriously ill and hadn't eaten for a long time. He was weak all over. It was almost impossible for him to break free from me. But he kept moving, and it was difficult to feel his pulse. I said unhappily, "Don't move. I'm feeling his pulse."

Gongsun Wen, who had his eyes tightly closed, trembled all over, and quickly opened his eyes, staring at me blankly, muttering, "It's great to be drunk. I can actually see Ah Man again."

I really wanted to slap him in the face, but Butler Bao was watching, so I couldn't do it.

After taking his pulse for a while, I had a preliminary understanding of Gongsun Wen's illness. He probably drank too much and didn't eat, which caused too much damage to his stomach. He probably had gastric bleeding. As for whether he had gastric perforation, it was hard to judge without an instrument to check.

Stomach problems can only be treated by taking care of themselves and not being stimulated. Taking Chinese medicine combined with diet therapy, this disease is not difficult to cure.

So I asked Butler Bao to bring the prescription written by the imperial physician. I looked at it carefully and found that this prescription was for treating stomach problems, but it was not very suitable for the early stages.

So I asked Butler Bao to bring pen, ink and paper, wrote three prescriptions, and marked "before, middle and end" on them, and told Butler Bao to prescribe medicine according to the prescriptions. Then I wrote a prescription for dietary therapy, and asked Butler Bao to prepare food for Gongsun Wen according to this prescription every day. With dietary therapy and medicine, he would be almost recovered in about 15 days.

After receiving the prescription, Butler Bao read it carefully, secretly wrote down what I said, and then handed the "front" prescription to the servant to get the medicine, and gave the dietary therapy prescription to another servant to prepare the food according to the ingredients written on it.

Steward Bao carefully folded the two prescriptions, "Zhong" and "Hou", and put them in his arms, saying with a smile: "Madam Shufei's handwriting is really beautiful. There are rumors that the madam is illiterate. It's really funny to think about it."

This morning when Gongsun Wen had an attack of his illness, he was vomiting blood and calling for A'man, which almost scared steward Bao to death. A'man has just been canonized as Shufei, and you are calling her by her nickname here without knowing the consequences. If the emperor and His Majesty get to know about this, it will be a serious crime punishable by beheading and confiscation of property.

Now that Concubine Shu has arrived, the master's illness seems to have improved a lot. Steward Bao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that the master would not call Concubine Shu by her nickname when he was drunk in the future, as this would cost him his life.

Gongsun Wen, who was originally a little confused, came to his senses when I was talking to Butler Bao. He kept staring at me, watching me write the prescriptions and explaining the effects of each prescription to Butler Bao. The corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up and his mood suddenly became cheerful.

In fact, Housekeeper Bao had already noticed that his master had woken up, but he didn't want to show it too obviously. After he had explained everything to me, he said to me, "Madam Shufei, I have something else to do. Please check for other symptoms for my master. I will be very grateful to you."

After Butler Bao finished speaking, he turned around and walked out, not forgetting to pull Fuyao out with him.

Gongsun Wen and I are the only ones left in this room.

When I turned around, I saw Gongsun Wen looking at me with a silly smile on his face.

Could it be that not only his stomach is damaged, but his brain is also damaged?

I walked over with a frown on my face and was about to grab his hand to feel his pulse again, but Gongsun Wen unexpectedly grabbed my hand and said anxiously, "Ah Man, I'm not dreaming, am I? Are you really here?"

I sighed, gently pulled his hand off and put it back on the bed, and said, "Listen carefully, I have something to tell you."