The fragrance of medicine is alluring, the farm elder sister is cool and cool

When Concubine Xian looked at Princess Yanyue, a trace of pain flashed in her eyes. Her daughter had been suffering from this strange disease since she was three years old. No matter how many doctors she had consulted and even magicians were consulted, it was useless. She had tried all the methods that should be used, but there was nothing she could do.

Although the emperor loved his daughter, for the sake of the royal family's reputation, he was afraid that Princess Yanyue's possession of a demon would be exposed, so he asked the nurse to move her to Baoning Palace, which was originally a cold palace, and she never left the palace again. He announced to the public that she was dead, and even her biological brother, the Fourth Prince, thought that his sister was long gone. As a mother, she could only visit her occasionally.

Concubine Xian looked at Wen Qingcheng with a complicated expression. Wen Qingcheng sat down beside Princess Yanyue's bed and was concentrating on taking her pulse.

Wen Qingcheng finished, frowning slightly, and the Queen Mother and Concubine Xian were also worried. Princess Yanyue's nurse, Aunt Pei, gently pressed Princess Yanyue, trying to control her range of motion. Watching Wen Qingcheng taking her pulse, she looked at her expectantly. Aunt Pei hoped that the princess would get better more than anyone else. She had accompanied Princess Yanyue since she was a child, treating her as her own daughter, and even loved Yanyue more than Concubine Xian.

"Master Wen, what exactly is the princess's illness? Is there any way to cure it?" asked the Queen Mother with a worried look on her face.

"I have seen this disease before. It is called chorea in the folk. It is a hereditary neurodegenerative disease accompanied by movement disorders, just like the princess. The limbs and trunk will move without rhythm, so it is also called chorea. Based on the pulse, tongue and the princess's symptoms, we can preliminarily conclude that the princess has congestion of heat in the heart and liver, and phlegm and wind generated internally, which is the cause of the above symptoms."

"So the princess is indeed sick, not..." Concubine Xian's voice was trembling. After a long time, she even thought that the princess was possessed by a demon. Today, when she heard Wen Qingcheng say that the princess had a disease called chorea and analyzed it in detail, she instantly ignited hope in Wen Qingcheng.

Wen Qingcheng stood up and nodded solemnly, "The princess is indeed sick. She has a rare disease."

Concubine Xian excitedly grabbed Wen Qingcheng's hand, as if grasping the last ray of hope, "Pharmacist Wen, if you can cure the princess, I will reward you handsomely."

After the Concubine finished speaking, she turned to look at the Queen Mother, "Queen Mother, did you hear that? Pharmacist Wen said that Yue'er is not possessed by a demon. She is just sick. My poor Yue'er."

The Queen Mother nodded happily, "I heard it, our Yue'er can be saved." She hurriedly asked, "Pharmacist Wen, can the princess's condition really be cured?"

Wen Qingcheng paused. In the end times, due to the rapid development of genetic technology, many humans had undergone genetic modification as early as the embryonic period. This disease was rare in the end times, but her acupuncture master had treated several such patients, so she happened to know the acupuncture point combination for this disease as well as her syndrome differentiation and typing prescription.

Although Wen Qingcheng was confident, she still couldn't be too sure when dealing with these powerful people in the palace. There were always unexpected events, so she had to leave room for herself.

Wen Qingcheng was silent for a moment and said, "I have already designed a treatment plan for the princess. This is indeed a rare disease. I can only try my best."

The Queen Mother let out a sigh of relief. Her granddaughter was not possessed by a demon. If she was cured, she could stand in the sun and let everyone know that Da Qi still had a smart and lovely Princess Yanyue. Thinking of this, the Queen Mother was also excited.

The current emperor has many princes but few princesses. Princess Anle is married, and there is only Princess Yanyue in the palace. Although she is sick, she is still a blood relative, and the empress dowager loves her very much.

Princess Yanyue was confused and unaware. Seeing her grandmother and mother were so excited, even her wet nurse was secretly wiping away tears.

"Pharmacist Wen, as long as you have done your best, I will entrust the princess to you." The queen mother looked at Wen Qingcheng with a sparkling look.

"The princess has a rare disease that requires acupuncture. The princess is too young, and I don't know if she can bear it."

Princess Yanyue looked at her mother and then at Wen Qingcheng, knowing that this fairy-like sister in front of her was here to treat her illness. She had long been disgusted with the uncontrollable winking and dancing every day. When she heard that this fairy-like sister was willing to treat her illness, she could endure the bitterest medicine and the pain of the needle. Princess Yanyue said sweetly, "Yue'er is not afraid of pain, not afraid of bitter medicine."

The Queen Mother and Concubine Xian felt sad when they saw Princess Yanyue's sensible appearance. Concubine Xian's eyes were wet. Her daughter was so young, why was God so cruel to let her daughter suffer such pain? She was tortured by illness every moment and kept in this cold palace without seeing the sun.

On the way to the palace, Wen Qingcheng originally planned to decline the treatment regardless of whether the disease could be cured or not. But when she saw that the patient was such a beautiful and well-behaved little girl, a princess, she should have had a perfect life, but was tortured by the disease and was so miserable. She was also so optimistic and sensible. If she was not treated, she would live to forty at most. Most people with diseases like hers died in their thirties, and those with good living conditions would live to forty at most. Wen Qingcheng finally decided to help her.

Wen Qingcheng smiled gently, slowly squatted down, looked at Princess Yanyue who couldn't help twisting on the bed, and said softly, "Princess, let me treat you from now on. Don't be nervous, everything will be fine."

The Queen Mother smiled deeply at Wen Qingcheng and said, "Pharmacist Wen, you should stay in the palace for the next few days to treat Yanyue."

Wen Qingcheng took a breath of cold air. She didn't expect the Queen Mother to let her stay in the palace. She thought, the New Year is coming soon, and she promised Ye Xiuying that she would go back to celebrate the New Year together. Princess Yanyue's illness can't be cured in a short time. She won't be kept in the palace forever. Besides, Mo Jinghong doesn't know her condition yet. Even Wen Liang just thought she was here to treat the Fourth Prince's consumptive disease.

"Your Majesty, I live near the He family's residence, and not too far from the imperial palace. I have plenty of time to travel back and forth here every day, and I will definitely arrive on time." Wen Qingcheng bowed slightly and said respectfully.

The Queen Mother nodded slightly, and after a moment's thought, she said, "That being said, frequent in and out of the palace every day will inevitably attract attention. How about this, I will ask you to stay in the Baoning Palace for the next few days. I will have someone prepare a comfortable room for you, and I will not let you suffer any injustice in terms of food, clothing, and daily expenses."

Upon seeing this, Concubine Xian, who was standing by, took light steps forward, took Wen Qingcheng's hand affectionately, and said with a sweet smile: "Pharmacist Wen, you have just entered the palace. If you need anything or are short of anything, just ask me. Don't be so formal with us." After saying that, she gently patted the back of Wen Qingcheng's hand.