The princess returns strongly, and the divorced regent is busy chasing his wife

I walked into the child's room and put my hand on the child's forehead. It was indeed a little hot. The child's face was red and his whole body was hot. The child really had a fever.

Even though he was the heir of a family of traditional Chinese medicine in his previous life, he had no way to reduce the fever now that there were no medicinal herbs.

The maid Xi Que ran to the guard and knelt down to beg the guard.

"Our little boy has a fever. Could you please ask the court doctor to come and see him? Please, brother."

The guards pushed the magpie away mercilessly and said, "The prince ordered that you only be provided with food. Don't worry about anything else. If you get sick, you can find a way yourself."

The magpie kept kowtowing and begging the gate guard, but was ruthlessly rejected.

It seemed that it was hopeless to ask the guards, so she turned back to the young master's room and said tearfully, "The princess and the others won't send for a doctor."

Ouyang Miaoling, who was in a rage, rushed out of the yard and instantly appeared in front of the hateful guard.

He pulled out the knife from the guard's body, put it to the guard's neck and said, "Take me to see your prince."

The guard said tremblingly: "The prince is not in the palace"

"Go get a doctor for us, my son is sick and needs to see a doctor"

The guards immediately looked at their leader of the guards, communicating with him with eyes for help, signaling to their leader to save himself and go find a doctor quickly.

The head of the guards pretended not to see it, turned his head to meet the princess's eyes and said, "I advise you to release that guard. He can't threaten me. We only follow the orders of the prince."

Seeing that threatening the guard was useless, he kicked the guard in the stomach and said "Get lost".

After releasing the guard, the other guards, seeing that there was no threat from the hostage, rushed forward and fought with Ouyang Miaoling.

The training and tactics I learned in my previous life were specifically designed for actual combat.

It was easy to deal with these guards. After a while, they were all knocked to the ground.

Then he clapped his hands and muttered, "Little mouse, you don't know your own limitations. Go and tell the person in charge in the mansion that my son is sick and I need a doctor."

At this time, the leader of the guards who was knocked down nodded to a guard next to him. The guard got up and ran to the front hall to find the butler.

After a while, the housekeeper came with the palace physician, who was carrying a medicine box.

"This is Doctor Sun, the court physician," the housekeeper introduced.

"Come and check on the young master, he seems to have a fever." Ouyang Miaoling said.

The court doctor did not dare to delay and quickly took the young master's pulse for diagnosis.

In fact, I can also treat my child, but without medicine, it will be of no help. It is better not to let others know that I have medical skills.

The court doctor kept his hand on the child's wrist for a while, and suddenly his eyes widened.

With a serious expression, he just shook his head and said, "The child seems to have a heart attack. There is no medicine to cure it now. Please accept my condolences."

Heart disease in modern times is congenital heart disease. If it were today, with sophisticated medical skills and high-tech equipment, this disease would not be a big problem and could be cured with one operation.

But this was in ancient times when there was a shortage of doctors and medicine. Even if he had superb medical skills, he did not have those high-end and sophisticated instruments. It would have been great if the ancestral space from his previous life could come over.

Thinking about it, looking at the child whose lips had turned purple and who was having difficulty breathing, my heart ached and my face turned pale with fright at this sudden bad news.

How could the only relative I have in this strange world leave me? I must save the child.

Song Yaer, who was standing next to her, had been watching the scene happening in front of her. The corners of her mouth curled up in her heart, but there was no expression on her face.

Song Yaer could hardly hide her inner joy. What about being the queen? What happened to giving birth to a legitimate son? The child had a terminal illness and was about to die. Let's see how long she can remain the queen.

The opportunity has come, and I will not miss it this time.

The position of the regent queen will definitely be hers. Just thinking about it makes me happy.

Ouyang Miaoling calmed herself down and came to her senses. She was doubtful and did not believe the court doctor's diagnosis.

He put his hand on his son's arm and took his pulse, but his hand froze there and he couldn't recover for a long time.

My son really has a heart disease, which can be cured with a minor surgery in modern times. It is a congenital heart disease, but this disease was a terminal illness in ancient times.

My son is still having a fever, so we need to reduce his fever first. Acupuncture can relieve his heart disease, but ordinary acupuncture cannot relieve it. It requires the thirteen needles of the ghost doctor passed down from her family's ancestors to relieve it.

He turned to look at the court doctor and said, "Is there any way to alleviate the young master's condition?"

The court doctor shook his head.

"Then I'll prescribe a fever-reducing medicine for the child, and I'll try to find a way to relieve the child's condition."

"Then I will prescribe a medicine to see if it can reduce the fever. Whether the child can survive depends on God's will," the court doctor sighed.

Ouyang Miaoling closed her eyes and opened them again, as if she had made some decision.

He slowly said, "Doctor Sun, please lend me your silver needles. I want to give my son acupuncture to relieve his heart disease."

Doctor Sun was startled. "The princess knows medicine. In my medical knowledge, there is no way to cure the young master's illness. We can only leave it to fate."

"I have my own method. Please lend me your silver needle." Ouyang Miaoling said

Doctor Sun shook his head, opened the medicine box, and handed over the silver needle he carried with him.

Ouyang Miaoling hurriedly ordered someone to take off the child's clothes, exposing his upper body and having him supported by a nanny.

He used all his strength and thirteen silver needles flew up at the same time, piercing the child's front and back.

Doctor Sun was stunned for a moment. The princess used the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Doctor, which was said to be long lost.

It was extremely strenuous for the Ghost Doctor to perform the Thirteen Needles. After a while, he was sweating profusely, his head was dizzy, and he almost fainted.

Reason told me not to faint.

I have to save my only relative in this world, I have to save my son.

I tried hard to maintain my strength, keep myself awake, and try my best to give the child the injection.

At this time, a person slowly came in from the door. He was the Regent who was returning to the palace after dealing with the matters.

As soon as I arrived at the study, I heard Wushang report that something had happened in the courtyard.

Without caring about anything else, he rushed to the courtyard.

As soon as I arrived in the yard, I saw a group of people gathered at the door of the child's room, sighing with regret.

He dismissed everyone and walked in.

I saw a woman sweating profusely, giving an injection to a child, while the court doctor next to her was looking at her in shock.

Nangong Mingxuan was also shocked when he entered the room and saw the scene in front of him.

Some time ago, Gu Ying just reported the investigation on Ouyang Miaoling. She was completely different from the person in front of him. Could it be that the woman in front of him was replaced?

He persisted until the last moment, finished the acupuncture for the child, collected all the silver needles, and then fell to the side with a blackout.

Fortunately, the man next to him was not far away from him. He took a step forward and caught the unconscious Ouyang Miaoling.

Then, I don’t know if Nangong Mingxuan had a brain cramp or took the wrong medicine, but he actually picked him up sideways, carried him back to the bed, and threw him on the bed.

She turned around and told the maid to take good care of herself, then turned and left.

The court doctor knelt on the ground and reported: "The young master's condition has improved and he is safe now."

Nangong Mingxuan looked at the sleeping child lying on the bed thoughtfully, feeling mixed emotions.