The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

The moment she heard Ye Chufeng vomiting blood, Yun Mujiu lost her composure. Logically speaking, the operation she performed on Ye Chufeng was very successful, so there was no way he would vomit blood.

When Yun Mujiu hurried over, he saw Cang Feng standing at the door from a distance, with an anxious look on his face.

"Meet the Night Princess."

"How is the Seventh Prince?"

"My Lady Princess, after the Seventh Prince woke up, he was a little agitated and vomited a lot of blood."

Yun Mujiu took big strides and walked towards the inner room.

Ye Chufeng sat on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard, holding a white handkerchief in his hand.

The blood on the white handkerchief was very conspicuous.

When Ye Chufeng heard the footsteps, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, with a trace of blood still stained around the corners of his mouth.

"Aunt Huang, you are here."

"Seventh Prince, where do you feel uncomfortable?" Yun Mujiu stood beside the bed, "Let me feel your pulse."

Ye Chufeng stretched out his wrist, and Yun Mujiu stuffed a pulse pillow under his wrist. His brows were solemn, and he began to cry softly.

Ye Chufeng raised his eyebrows and said, "Cang Feng, didn't I tell you? I'm fine, there's no need to make a fuss."

"Your Highness, your health is the most important thing!" Cang Feng's eyes were red. The Seventh Prince was strong-willed and used to forbearing. Even if he was to be severely punished by the Seventh Prince, he would ask someone to save the Seventh Prince!

Cang Feng knelt down, "Your Highness, please take care of yourself. Cang Feng is willing to accept the punishment!"

"This is just a small matter." Ye Chufeng frowned again, changed his tone, and ordered seriously: "Get up."

Cang Feng glanced at Ye Chufeng, then at Yun Mujiu, slowly stood up, and stood aside with his head hunched.

Yun Mujiu noticed Cang Feng's anxious look and advised Ye Chufeng, "Small things can also be big things. Seventh Prince, don't be afraid of trouble while you are in Ye Mansion for treatment. If you have any minor discomfort, you can come to me or Du Ziheng."

"Sometimes, if you endure it, the pain will not go away on its own, but will become more serious. If you delay it for too long, it will be bad!"

Ye Chufeng said in a calm voice, "Aunt Huang, I'm used to it."

"I have had poor health since I was young, and my father has never cared about me. Whenever I was sick, I couldn't ask for help from the Imperial Hospital, so most of the time I had to bear it on my own."

Yun Mujiu fixed his eyes, took back his hand from taking the pulse, and said seriously: "Habits can also be changed. In the past, you couldn't change your current situation, but now you are no longer the child you were back then. You can control your future."

Yun Mujiu is really a doctor who is very worried. When she treated patients before, because the pain of the disease would make the patients negative, she had to act as a psychological mentor to encourage the patients to cheer up. To a certain extent, mental healing is also a good way to treat the disease.

In addition, Yun Mujiu did not think that Ye Chufeng was really a waste. Ye Chufeng's ability was not inferior. Even a prince like the crown prince could live well, so Ye Chufeng must be able to achieve something.

As an adult man, Ye Chufeng had a high IQ, so he understood the logic behind what Yun Mujiu said.

He nodded slightly, "I understand. Sorry, I just said some negative words unintentionally." He seldom said those words, but he was in a bad mood recently and was also weak, so he spoke without thinking and expressed some thoughts that were buried in his heart.

"Hmm?" Yun Mujiu turned around and opened the needle bag, then turned back to Ye Chufeng and asked in confusion. "Seventh Prince, did you say anything just now? I didn't hear it."

Ye Chufeng was stunned for a moment, then realized that Yun Mujiu was giving him a way out. He raised the corner of his mouth and said, "No, I didn't say anything."

"Seventh Prince, where do you feel uncomfortable? Do you feel pain in your upper abdomen?"

Ye Chufeng frowned slightly, raised his hand and pressed a spot on An's upper abdomen.

"I felt a slight pain here yesterday, but it disappeared quickly, so I didn't pay much attention to it and just thought it was a normal abdominal discomfort."

Cang Feng added: "Princess, the Seventh Prince was treated harshly in the palace in his early years, so his daily diet is irregular."

A complex emotion flashed across Yun Mujiu's eyes. Cang Feng's words were euphemistic enough. Harsh treatment, isn't it just that the people in the palace don't even pay attention to the normal food supply for a child? If you don't eat well or are not full, your body foundation will be bad.

She recalled her life in the orphanage, where the food was very ordinary and it was not easy to get enough to eat. This eating environment also caused her to have stomach problems in her early years. Fortunately, she later studied medicine and regulated her stomach, and she slowly recovered.

Yun Mujiu withdrew his thoughts and said to Ye Chufeng: "Seventh Prince, the place you pressed is the stomach. This is a stomach discomfort."

After a pause, based on her previous experience of seeing Ye Chufeng, she concluded that Ye Chufeng should not have any stomach problems. So, she asked, "Do you feel anything unusual these days?"

Ye Chufeng raised his head and added, "I have been dreaming frequently these past two days. Perhaps it is because of my emotional fluctuations. I had a nightmare last night. I was panicked and vomited a lot of blood when I woke up."

Yun Mujiu, out of his duty as a doctor, subconsciously asked, "What dream?"

Ye Chufeng was obviously stunned and pursed his lips. Yun Mujiu was sterilizing the needle and did not notice the change in Ye Chufeng's expression.

Ye Chufeng did not talk about the dream he had the day before yesterday, when he dreamed of his mother and the pavilion in the suburbs. He only mentioned the dream he had last night.

"I dreamed about the lonely scene when my mother passed away, and some of my childhood experiences."

He stopped there and didn't say anything more. He thought he had long since gotten over the past, and was only a little sensitive now because of his temporary physical weakness.

But this amount of information is enough for the doctor to understand the situation. What would the life experience be like for a child who is left alone after his mother dies?

Yun Mujiu made a judgment: "The big emotional fluctuations lead to acute gastric mucosal damage." To put it bluntly, it is a psychological collapse of the person, and the body will respond to stress.

She tilted her head and looked at Du Ziheng who had arrived at some point, and Fu Qian who had been standing behind her.

He explained to everyone: "Excessive emotions may cause acute gastric mucosal damage. Gastric mucosal damage will affect excessive secretion of gastric acid, which will stimulate the gastric mucosa and cause pain. It will also make people feel nauseous and suddenly vomit blood. In short, mood will also affect the health of the body."

After Yun Mujiu gave Ye Chufeng the disinfectant needle, he immediately gave him several injections.

At this time, Ye Xiaohan learned about Ye Chufeng's situation and also knew that Yun Mujiu dared to go there. He put down the military book and left the study.