I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Emperor Qi was clearly taken aback by Lin Shen's sudden request.

Bao'er has always disliked strangers getting close, especially when she is sick, she is even more wary, but now she actually let this young doctor of unknown origin into the room...

He glanced intently at the figure behind the gauze curtain, but ultimately his concern for the Crown Prince's condition prevailed, and he nodded slightly.

"In that case, go in and carefully examine the prince's pulse."

"The grass people follow the order."

Yun Jin lowered his head and replied, but his heart skipped a beat because of this unexpected permission.

He steadied himself and, amidst countless gazes filled with astonishment, envy, or scrutiny, slowly walked towards the layers of gauze curtains.

The palace maid silently removed the last obstacle for him.

The first thing that catches the eye is that clearer white figure, languidly and fragilely nestled deep within the soft couch.

Yun Jin immediately lowered her eyes and dared not look directly at him, but followed the rules and walked slowly closer.

My gaze inevitably swept over the edge of the tatami mat, and those fair, jade-like ankles once again came into view, standing out starkly against the dark cushions.

Yun Jin's heart skipped a beat, as if she had been burned. She quickly looked away and forced herself to focus on the ground.

He walked to the bedside, knelt down according to etiquette, and his posture was extremely respectful.

"Raise your head." Lin Shen's voice was hoarse from illness and carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue, yet it still possessed a natural clarity.

Yun Jin did as instructed and slowly raised her head.

In an instant, I was met by a pair of eyes that were as clear as glass yet unfathomable.

Her eyes were misty with tears from illness, but deep within them seemed to hold stars and whirlpools, looking directly at him with a mixture of inquiry and casual scrutiny.

Yun Jin felt as if her heart had been suddenly gripped by an invisible hand, and her breath caught in her throat.

He had never seen eyes like these before, so fragile that they seemed ready to shatter at any moment, yet they also possessed a calm and detached understanding of everything.

He almost hastily lowered his eyes, not daring to look a second time, for fear of losing his composure.

"Your Highness, please allow me to take your pulse."

Lin Shen didn't speak again, but casually stretched out one of his wrists from under the brocade quilt and placed it on the pulse pillow that had been prepared by the bedside.

His wrist, like the man himself, was slender and fair, with faint blue veins visible beneath the skin, as if a little force would leave a mark.

This contrasts sharply with Yun Jin's fingers, which are slightly calloused and have distinct knuckles from years of collecting and processing medicinal herbs.

Yun Jin took a deep breath, cleared her mind, and extended three fingers, carefully placing them on that fair wrist.

The touch on my fingertips was slightly cool, smooth, and delicate.

He focused his mind and tried to catch the pulse.

The hall was so quiet that only the soft breathing of a few people and the occasional crackling of candle flames could be heard.

Cheng Song stood at the edge of the gauze curtain, and had a clear view of the scene.

He stared at the physician's fingers, so bold as to touch His Highness's delicate wrist so directly; he watched as His Highness obediently extended his hand, allowing a strange man to approach him; he observed the physician's lowered eyes and focused expression…

All of this felt like tiny needles piercing his heart, igniting an unnamed fire that burned away his reason.

What is that doctor anyway? How dare he touch His Highness?

The wound on his neck throbbed, a reminder of the more brutal and direct contact he had with His Highness the previous night when His Highness had lost control. But it was His Highness's unconscious act in pain, a punishment he had willingly accepted.

Cheng Song clenched his fists tightly in his sleeves, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

His dark figure, illuminated by candlelight, resembled a volcano about to erupt, suppressing a surging ferocity.

If this person weren't potentially helpful to His Highness's condition, he would have already drawn his sword and severed the hand that dared to disrespect His Highness!

Lin Shen kept his eyes half-closed, gently rubbing his temples with his other hand, his expression indifferent, as if Yun Jin's pulse diagnosis was no different from the flickering candlelight and swaying gauze curtains in the hall, just an insignificant matter.

His gaze would occasionally sweep over Yun Jin's lowered, unusually serious profile, or seemingly unintentionally glance at Cheng Song's tense figure, a faint, elusive emotion flickering deep in his eyes.

Yun Jin's entire mind was immersed in that subtle pulse.

The pulse... was indeed as he had predicted. When felt superficially, it was taut and tight, indicating severe pain and agitation. When felt deeply, it was slippery and disordered, as if there was stagnation or emotional distress. The pulse was complex and varied in depth.

There was also a faint, almost imperceptible, sense of stagnation, as if it were being forcibly suppressed by something, lingering deep within.

The longer he examined patients, the more his brows furrowed.

This is not just a common headache.

Time passed slowly, and the silence inside the hall was almost suffocating.

Finally, Yun Jin slowly withdrew his hand, still keeping his head down, his voice steady yet solemn: "Your Highness's pulse is peculiar, and I have made some initial progress. Please allow me to report to His Majesty and Your Highness in detail later."

Lin Shen gave a faint "hmm," withdrew his wrist, and retreated back into the quilt, as if nothing had happened.

Cheng Song stared at Yun Jin's retreating figure, his eyes as cold as knives.

This man must not be allowed to live.

Yun Jin bowed, lowered her head and lowered her eyes, carefully retreating from the suffocating area of ​​the gauze curtain.

Returning to the outer hall, feeling the focus of Emperor Qi and the many waiting eyes, he took a deep breath, suppressing the lingering excitement in his heart from being so close to the imperial family, and even more so, the clarity he gained from taking the pulse.

He walked to the emperor's presence and knelt down once more.

"How is it?" Emperor Qi's voice, filled with an undeniable urgency, broke the silence in the hall.

Yun Jin raised his head, his gaze calm, his words clear yet more resolute than before.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness's pulse is tense and wiry when palpated superficially, indicating severe pain; when palpated deeply, it is soft and slippery, yet also thready and rapid. Moreover, the pulse in the left cun position is particularly weak and hesitant, like pearls rolling on a plate, scattered and unstable."

He carefully chose his words, avoiding overly sensational statements: "Does Your Highness suffer from chronic insomnia, frequent nightmares, night sweats, and difficulty falling back asleep after waking up? Are you mentally fatigued during the day, and easily aggravated by headaches with the slightest thought or emotional fluctuation?"

His question was bold, almost pointing out that the root of the problem lay in the mind.

Emperor Qi's eyes narrowed suddenly, and his gaze toward Yun Jin became more scrutinizing and suspicious.

The Crown Prince suffered from insomnia and nightmares, and his clothes were often soaked with sweat. Although these were secrets of the palace, how could his father, the Emperor, not know them?

In the past, imperial physicians mostly treated headaches by diagnosing them as wind, phlegm, or deficiency; no one had ever so clearly linked headaches directly to the torment of the night.

"Continue," Emperor Qi's voice deepened.

"Yes." Yun Jinxin knew he had guessed correctly and continued, "The heart governs the mind. If one cannot sleep soundly at night, the mind cannot rest, and the yin blood is secretly depleted. As a result, internal heat is generated, which disturbs the sensory orifices and affects the meridians, thus causing headaches. These nightmares, palpitations, and night sweats are not the result of the headache, but rather its cause. If one cannot calm the mind, stabilize the will, and nourish the heart blood, even if there are miraculous medicines to relieve the pain temporarily, it is merely a temporary measure. If the root cause is not eliminated, it will eventually recur, and each time it will be more severe than the last."

"Therefore, the common people's strategy is to treat the symptoms in an urgent situation, using acupuncture and medicine to relieve the severe pain; and to address the root cause in a less urgent situation, using medicine to nourish yin and blood, calm the mind and soothe the nerves, and more importantly..."

He paused, then said, “We need to use the ‘mind-guiding’ method to help His Highness get rid of the nightmares and enjoy peaceful sleep. Only when the mind is at peace can the pain stop and the root cause be removed.”