Swap, the involutionary regent palace fight also forced me to rebel

Ever since he was forced to eat by his mother, Yun Ji has been deeply traumatized by sweet things.

When the condition was serious, even when he tasted rice, he could smell a hint of sweetness as he chewed it.

Once he senses the sweetness, he will quickly spit out the contents in his mouth, because if he is slow, the rest of the food that has just entered his mouth and has not yet been digested will come back up.

Food that has gone through so much trouble to enter the stomach will eventually end up in the spittoon.

For him, a man who was busy with all kinds of affairs on behalf of his father, eating was a waste of time.

He tried not eating for several days, but ended up with a burning pain in his abdomen, as if an unknown person had lit a fire there.

Lingfeng and Lingyu understood this because they had been serving him since they were young.

They paid special attention to Yunji's diet, and took great pains to find non-sweet food, trying their best to avoid irritating Yunji.

After a long period of adjustment, Yun Ji can now eat normally and has almost forgotten what "sweet" tastes like.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, you can't guard against a thief in your own home. Ling Feng and Ling Yu could never have imagined that Yun Ting would do such a thing.

The sweet tea mixed with sand slides across the tongue and flows into the throat, with a sticky texture and an intoxicating taste.

Even though he hadn't had anything sweet for many years, Yun Ji was still very sensitive to the taste. His mouth was filled with unmelted brown sugar and his tongue felt numb.

This feeling suddenly reminded Yun Ji of those sweet and greasy pastries that made him feel sick but he had to eat them.

The shadow of his childhood came back to him, and he forced himself to turn around, facing away from them, and spit out the abnormally choking tea in his mouth.

The sandy brown sugar stuck in Yun Ji's throat. He couldn't swallow it or spit it out, and he started coughing because of the choking.

He coughed violently, and his stomach churned. Food went up his throat, and Yun Ji could no longer control himself, so he vomited out all the food he had eaten before going to court.

He had no strength in his body, the porcelain cup in his hand fell straight down, and his head also fell forward.

Ling Feng moved quickly, as his name suggests, as swift as the wind. He reached out and supported the staggering Yun Ji, preventing him from falling into the filth.

Lingyu is usually impatient, but he is very reliable at critical moments. He picked up the teacup that almost fell to the ground with one hand and put it back on the table; with the other hand, he picked up the spittoon in the corner and handed it to Yunji's mouth.

Yun Ji was exhausted from vomiting, his body was limp and weak, and he was supported by Ling Feng and Ling Yu on both sides, barely able to keep his body steady.

"What are you still standing there for?" Ling Yu usually played well with Yun Ting, and the two of them were good friends. At this moment, he didn't care about hierarchy and called Yun Ting, the only free person present, "Go and get the imperial physician!"

Yun Ting had never seen his brother behave so badly and see such a chaotic situation before. He was so scared that his calves were shaking and his eyes were wide open.

He seemed to be frozen in place by a spell cast by the Imperial Master, unable to move or make a sound.

After Ling Yu's repeated urging, Yun Ting came to his senses, slowly moved his legs, and mechanically walked out of the hall.

As Yun Ting's personal bodyguard, Jin An could not enter the imperial study. He sent Yun Ting in to study with Yun Ji, and then he was outside picking bricks and tiles, waiting at the door for Yun Ting to finish school.

Seeing that Yun Ting came out much earlier than usual, Jin An approached him and asked him curiously: "Your Highness, did you finish your studies early today?"

Yun Ting didn't know how to explain to Jin An that he had drugged his brother and caused him to be very uncomfortable.

He felt guilty and ashamed, unable to speak. He just kept shaking his head and ran towards the Imperial Hospital, hoping to make up for something.

Jin An didn't expect Yun Ting to run away after a disagreement. He said "Hey" and hurriedly chased after him: "Your Highness, wait for me!"

It was summer and the sun was scorching. Yun Ting was fat and sweated easily, and when he ran, he sweated even more.

The Imperial Hospital was far away from the Imperial Study, and by the time he ran there breathlessly, he was already soaked through.

The gatekeepers outside the Imperial Hospital were extremely surprised to see the prince in person, and they all knelt down to pay their respects.

"Don't be polite," Yun Ting was in a hurry. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the apprentice who came out to greet him, "Where are the doctors?"

The disciple of the envoy hurriedly replied: "Your Highness, the emperor is seriously ill, and the doctors are all guarding the dragon bed, fearing that something might go wrong!"

Yun Ting was stunned for a moment, and asked the disciple: "In such a large hospital, is there no one available?"

Knowing that the patients were either rich or noble, the rookie apprentices were afraid of harming the nobles, so they all lowered their heads tacitly and said nothing.

Chen Hong was a young and brave man. He thought that although he had only been in the Imperial Hospital for a short time, he had seen many doctors and had rich theoretical knowledge. He just had no chance to diagnose people. So he mustered up his courage and offered himself: "Your Highness, although I am an apprentice, I can give it a try."

Thinking that he couldn't make this trip in vain, Yun Ting tried his best to save the situation: "Okay, you go ahead, follow me quickly."

"Your Highness, please allow me to go in and get the medicine box." Chen Hong walked in and took out the medicine box. He also asked Yun Ting for details: "Your Highness, who is ill?"

Yun Ting felt that there was no need for patients to hide anything from doctors, but given his brother's secretive nature, it was hard to say whether he would be willing to let others know.

In order to take care of the patient's emotions, Yun Ting was evasive: "A noble in the palace."

Chen Hong could tell that Yun Ting was reluctant to reveal more, but this was his first time seeing patients, which could be considered the most famous part of his medical career.

Fearing that something might go wrong, Chen Hong asked without tact: "What are the symptoms?"

Yun Ting didn't want to talk more. He took his time to answer one question, and then he found another question. He became impatient and said, "Stop wasting time. You'll know what the symptoms are after you see them!"

Unable to get any useful information again, even though Chen Hong was as thick-skinned as a city wall, he did not have the courage to ask again. He picked up the medicine box and hurried to the imperial study with Yun Ting.

Chen Hong was well aware of the solemnity required in the palace, and was so scared that he did not dare to look up. He could only secretly look at the exquisite decorations in the palace.

Yun Ting led Chen Hong to Yun Ji's bed and asked him to take his pulse.

Seeing that the sleeves were of fine texture and the hands were white and delicate, Chen Hong preconceived that they belonged to some lady.

It just so happened that Yun Ji hated contact with people, so she covered her wrist with a handkerchief, which made Chen Hong more certain that the patient was a woman.

Putting his hand on it, Chen Hong, who had never practiced it before, became flustered. This kind of pulse had never been described in the medical books he had read!

Unable to take the pulse, Chen Hong looked up and tried to find out the disease through the other three methods of "looking, smelling, asking and feeling".

Seeing that Chen Hong was about to raise his head, Lingyu held his head to prevent him from looking into Yunji's eyes: "Lower your head."

Meeting a man whose diagnosis could not be made solely by pulse, whose complexion could not be judged, and whose symptoms were unknown, Chen Hong was at a disadvantage and was extremely frightened.

He was afraid that he would be punished if he said "I don't know" in front of the noble, so he continued to take the patient's pulse while trying hard to recall the difficult and complicated diseases he had read in medical books.

This person's pulse seems to have a ball sliding back and forth, moving rapidly. It should be a slippery pulse, but after a moment, it seems to be something else.

He had no experience and was not sure what was wrong with the person. He only concluded that "she" had a weak spleen and stomach.

Ling Fengyunji felt uncomfortable and distressed. He asked Chen Hong: "Did you figure it out? Do you have a solution?"

Being urged to hurry, Chen Hong looked at the spittoon beside him, and then thought that the Empress's loss of appetite was probably a sign of pregnancy, so he spoke boldly: "The Empress is pregnant!"