Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

As soon as these words were spoken, there was another murmur of agreement from the audience.

The several senior officials in the Imperial Hospital who are highly respected and have rich experience usually make a fool of themselves in front of the younger generations.

Gou Dongxi couldn't help but secretly agree with Xu Shizhang's previous opinion for a moment.

Normally, they are all energetic and passionate in their arguments about right and wrong, but when it comes to important decisions, they retreat into their protective shells and refuse to step forward.

He turned his face away, shook his head, and sighed deeply, "Alright, alright, since we're all gathered here and can't come up with a solution, then let's all disperse and go down to discuss it. We must come up with a solution by the morning."

Everyone dispersed with a buzz of chatter.

Lu Ziqing wandered alone in the corridor, rubbing his fingers behind his waist for a long time, and even checked the pulse record book, but could not find any problems.

He thought about it and inexplicably came up with the idea of ​​going to Shoukang Palace to take another look.

Actually, I didn't really want to check anything, I just wanted to ask Aunt Qiuxi about the Queen Mother's daily habits or anything else unusual.

However, Lu Ziqing’s rank was not high enough, and if he went to Shoukang Palace by himself, he would only be scolded and driven away.

Thinking of this, he pulled Chi Musheng and hurried there.

Sure enough, when Aunt Qiuxi saw Chi Musheng, she was not angry because he had not yet prescribed the prescription. Instead, she thought carefully about the question raised by Lu Ziqing.

"In addition to the pain in her joints, the Queen Mother seems to...seems to scratch occasionally."

Lu Ziqing thought for a moment and then asked, "Aunt, do you know where the Queen Mother usually scratches? And why does she scratch?"

Qiu Xi recalled, shaking her head slightly, "I don't know why she scratched, but from time to time I saw the Queen Mother scratching her body, as if she was scratching everywhere."

Lu Ziqing and Chi Musheng looked at each other, as if verifying something, and then looked at Qiu Xi. When they were about to ask, they heard Qiu Xi say again.

"Although I have served the Queen Mother for many years, she has always bathed herself. This has been her habit since she was young, and it is still her habit now. Therefore, as to why the Queen Mother scratched me, I have no idea."

"However, the scratching wasn't frequent, perhaps just a casual one."

Lu Ziqing bit her lower lip slightly and thought, "Auntie, besides this, is there anything else? Don't miss any of the habits."

Qiu Xi clutched the handkerchief and stood there thinking for a long time before speaking.

"Oh, now I remember that the Queen Mother's eyesight isn't very good either. She tears up from time to time and seems a little afraid of the light. Perhaps it's because of her age."

Afraid of light? Tears?

Lu Ziqing pondered as Chi Musheng said, "Now, please, Auntie, go and take a look at the Queen Mother's skin so that we can make a diagnosis."

Qiu Xi looked embarrassed. "Doctor Chi, it's not that I don't want to see her, but the Queen Mother doesn't like others to see her body. We servants don't dare to force it."

Lu Ziqing quickly replied, "There's no need for you to force me, aunt. You just need to take a sneak peek while the Queen Mother is asleep."

He returned to the Marquis' Mansion with doubts, and Xiao Yan brought all the more than ten nutritious meals to him, but he didn't think anything of it.

Speaking of this, apart from investigating Guo Yuanqi's case, Xiao Yan would take time out every day to come back and cook for Lu Ziqing, which made Yang Zhounan almost drop her jaw and hit her instep in shock. She was just about to give him the title of "husband".

"What are you thinking about?" Xiao Yan asked.

Lu Ziqing said, "There's still no clue about the Queen Mother's illness. We must see the results tomorrow."

"Let's finish our meal first and think about it later." Xiao Yan said.

Lu Ziqing sat down, looked at the table full of dishes, and sighed.

"My Lord, there's really no need to do this anymore. My health has almost recovered. You've been taking time off to come back and cook for me every day. It's bothersome and disruptive to your official duties."

"It won't delay me." Xiao Yan also ate his own porridge. "The people in the mansion don't know how to cook your meals, and they can't cook them well. I'm worried."

Hearing this, Lu Ziqing paused with his chopsticks, and suddenly remembered a small, insignificant question that he had forgotten to ask before.

On weekdays, the dishes prepared by the servants were both meat and vegetables and served on the table. Only Su Chengfeng and Wu Ji would eat together. No one in the mansion paid attention to such trivial matters as personal eating habits.

Apart from the first few days when he was weak and needed a light diet, he still did not eat any meat in the following days, as if the food was specially tailored for him and knew everything about him.

Lu Ziqing hesitated for a moment and asked, "My Lord, you rarely eat at home. How come you seem to know my eating habits?"

"Hmm..." Xiao Yan seemed to be thinking for a moment, then he said, "When we were returning to Beijing from the Northern Expedition, I saw you didn't go to eat the game that night, so I guessed it."

"There was a fire that night." Lu Ziqing thought for a moment and looked at him. "I seem to have been in the wounded camp the entire time. I didn't go there at all, did I?"

"Uh..." Xiao Yan was speechless for a moment, and said vaguely: "Maybe... I've gotten used to it these past few days. Seeing that you like it, I've been making these all the time. Um... hurry up and eat it. You still have to think about the Queen Mother."

Lu Ziqing believed it half-heartedly. While thinking about the empress dowager, he also felt that he seemed to owe Xiao Yan more and more.

However, it can't become more and more. He doesn't want to owe something when he leaves.

But even so, there is one thing that really made him change his views, and that is the stereotype of the powerful and wealthy.

Thinking about the past events that Xiao Yan had experienced, it seemed that he was different from other people. This thought was inexplicably brought into his dreams.

On the second day, Lu Ziqing took Chi Musheng to wait in front of the gate of Shoukang Palace early in the morning to ask Qiu Xi.

"Auntie, how was your viewing last night?"