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At the same time, on the other side, Qin Wenyan, who was carefully supported by servants back to his courtyard, was lying on the bed in an extremely miserable state, motionless as if he had lost his life.

The little face, which originally looked pale and weak, was now covered with beads of sweat as big as soybeans, as if it was enduring some unspeakable pain.

As if he had some kind of sense, even when he was in a deep coma, his tightly furrowed brows never relaxed and his eyes were tightly closed.

Lin Mo, the personal servant who had been waiting beside him, stared at his young master with a worried look on his face.

He was seen kneeling on the ground, holding a clean handkerchief, gently wiping the sweat that kept oozing from his master's forehead.

However, when he felt the scorching heat coming from his palm, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of self-blame and regret in his heart.

"I'm afraid the master has a fever! What should I do now..." Lin Mo murmured in a low voice, his voice filled with endless anxiety and helplessness.

He was secretly upset and hated himself for being so stupid and ignorant. He knew that Concubine Ye had ulterior motives and bad intentions, but he still easily believed the lies told by the maid named Ruizhu beside her.

At the beginning, the girl coaxed him with her eloquence, claiming that Aunt Ye had precious ice that she had bought at a high price, and could take him to get some for the young master.

Just like that, the naive Lin Mo followed the other person away foolishly.

Who would have thought that there was no such thing as ice? When they arrived at a secluded place, they found a group of people lying in ambush there for a long time.

As soon as Lin Mo stepped into the corner, he was knocked unconscious by a heavy blow before he even had time to react.

When he slowly woke up, he was shocked to find that a dirty handkerchief had been stuffed into his body, and his body was tied up like a huge dumpling. He was trapped miserably in a cold, damp, and cluttered woodshed.

I don't know how much time passed, but fortunately, Aunt Qiu Tong, who was busy in the kitchen, accidentally noticed his presence and untied the ropes on him.

Aunt Qiu Tong, with a look of concern on her face, carefully questioned him about the entire incident. After listening to his story, she simply nodded slightly, indicating that she understood everything and promised to handle the matter properly.

After being freed, he heard that the second young master had been escorted back to the courtyard. He was immediately anxious and ran towards Linfeng Pavilion in a panic, wanting only to find his young master as soon as possible.

Just when he was filled with guilt and remorse, the majestic butler Qin Shun, who was accompanying the Prime Minister, strode in with the famous imperial physician Tang.

The steward, Qin Shun, bowed respectfully to the Imperial Physician Tang and said, "This is my second son. He has unfortunately been whipped and remains unconscious. I beg the Imperial Physician Tang to use his skillful hands to carefully diagnose and treat him. If you can save the second son's life, my mansion will reward him handsomely!"

Faced with such a situation, how could Imperial Physician Tang Hong dare to neglect the slightest? He quickly bowed and said, "As it should be, as it should be. I will do my utmost to treat the patient with all my heart!" With that, he hurried to the bedside.

The servant Lin Mo tactfully stepped aside quickly, fearing that he might disturb the imperial physician Tang from treating the young master.

Imperial physician Tang Hong walked steadily and calmly to the bedside, and gently placed the antique and exquisitely carved medicine box in his hand on the low table beside him.

Then he slowly opened the box, which contained neatly arranged bottles and jars of various shapes and sizes, as well as some delicate and small medical tools.

Tang Hong carefully took out a soft and comfortable pulse pillow, then walked steadily to the bedside. He gently lifted the patient's arm and gently placed it on the pulse pillow.

At this moment, a noisy and chaotic sound of footsteps came from afar. Along with the sound of voices, Qin Hui, Qin Yuehua, the grandfather and grandson stepped into the Linfeng Courtyard.

When I finally stepped into the room, what caught my eye was the scene of the highly respected Imperial Physician Tang preparing to take the patient's pulse.

Suddenly, there was a faint but distinct sound of footsteps outside the door. Doctor Tang looked up and saw that it was none other than Prime Minister Qin Hui, the powerful and influential Prime Minister of the Great Sheng Dynasty, second only to the Emperor in status. He was accompanied by the women of his household, along with their maids, servants, and the chief steward.

Seeing such a scene, Doctor Tang did not dare to be negligent in the slightest. He hurriedly stepped forward, knelt down, and bowed respectfully: "Your humble servant pays his respects to Prime Minister Qin!" His voice was loud and full of awe.

Seeing this, Qin Hui quickly reached out to help the imperial physician who was kneeling on the ground and said, "Please stand up quickly, Imperial Physician Tang. There is no need to be so polite. I would also like to ask you to take a quick look at what's wrong with my poor little grandson?" His words revealed endless concern and anxiety.

"As you command!" Doctor Tang replied, then quickly stood up and sat down beside the bed. He gathered his thoughts and began to diagnose the condition of the second son of the Prime Minister's Mansion with full concentration.

Doctor Tang sat quietly beside the bed, his eyes fixed intently on the young man before him. He carefully observed his facial expression and physical condition before gently placing his right index and middle fingers on the patient's wrist pulse.

In this way, time passed minute by minute, and Doctor Tang always maintained a highly concentrated mental state, carefully feeling every subtle change in the pulse.

However, before long, a hint of surprise crossed the face of Doctor Tang, who had been as calm as water. His brows furrowed tightly, as if he had encountered some difficult problem. Then, he shook his head slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of doubt and worry...

Then, he stretched out his hands and carefully opened Qin Wenyan's closed eyes, carefully examining the condition inside. Afterwards, he placed his fingers on Qin Wenyan's wrist again and began to carefully feel his pulse for diagnosis.

However, as time passed, his expression became more and more solemn, and his heart was filled with shock and surprise. Because this pulse was exactly the same as Qin Wenyan's mother's!

At this moment, he deeply realized the chilling darkness hidden behind this seemingly solemn and magnificent mansion.

Such a sophisticated and insidious method was difficult for even him, a royal physician with several generations of experience and superb medical skills, to find the root cause, so there was naturally no way to talk about effective treatment.

What's worse is that the physical condition of this young man is much more complicated and difficult than that of his mother.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shook his head helplessly, sighed deeply, and thought to himself: I'm afraid this young man won't last more than two years, and Prime Minister Qin will probably face the tragic ending of seeing his son die young.

But how could he easily say these words? Just as he was in extreme entanglement, thinking hard about how to start, Prime Minister Qin suddenly said, "Imperial Physician Tang, please feel free to speak."

Hearing this, Imperial Physician Tang knew he could no longer conceal the truth, so he stopped hesitating and replied frankly, "Prime Minister, your grandson's condition is not optimistic."

After saying this, he raised his eyes to observe Prime Minister Qin's reaction. Seeing that the other party did not say anything, he continued: "Judging from his pulse, he is obviously suffering from blood deficiency, so his complexion appears abnormally pale.

"I guess he often feels dizzy on weekdays, right?"

Prime Minister Qin naturally didn't know about this. Seeing this, his personal servant Lin Mo immediately replied: "It's like this. The young master often complains of dizziness and has seen many doctors, but they can't find the cause."

Imperial Physician Tang continued, "Besides his young age, he has been suffering from long-term qi stagnation in his heart, resulting in a weak pulse. Add to that the trauma of this beating, and his body is even weaker."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yuehua asked: "Is there any cure?"

"The young master originally suffered from anemia, but fortunately he was still young and his body had a strong ability to regulate itself. If he had been well cared for, he might have been able to live to the age of twenty. However, after this disaster, he was upset and cannot be cured. He will only live for another two years at most."

In fact, he has been talking too much for the past two years.