After being married off by my younger sister, I took care of the sickly prince

This time, Jiang Yun didn't agree directly. Instead, he said with an embarrassed look on his face, "Doctor Wei, you know that this prescription was personally written by the young doctor Jiang for our prince. It's reasonable for me to ask you to take a look at it. If I ask you to copy it, it would be unreasonable."

Wei Zhongren looked down at the prescription again. There were many names of medicines and the dosages were very detailed. He really couldn't remember much after reading it once.

He was reluctant to hand the prescription to Uncle Fu. "Princess, you are right. I was not thoughtful enough."

Jiang Yun coughed lightly. "Actually, it's not difficult for Doctor Wei to ask for it. I heard that Little Divine Doctor Jiang is easy to talk to. Previously, that gynecologist, Dr. Ming, asked to see a prescription and wanted to watch Little Divine Doctor Jiang give Zhao Shu acupuncture, and Little Divine Doctor Jiang agreed!"

Wei Zhongren looked at Jiang Yun in astonishment: "Doctor Jiang also knows acupuncture?"

Jiang Yun said nonchalantly, "Yes! But I also heard this. Isn't Doctor Wei very familiar with Doctor Ming? You can go ask him later. I heard that he has personally witnessed Doctor Jiang perform acupuncture on Zhao Shu twice!"

Wei Zhongren nodded.

Although he was thinking about the prescription written by the genius doctor Jiang, he also knew the main purpose of coming to the Chong'an Palace today.

He turned to Fu Xuanyu and said, "Your Highness's health has improved a lot. It was because my medical skills were not good enough before. From now on, Your Highness only needs to follow the prescriptions written by the young doctor Jiang."

Fu Xuanyu nodded and said, "Okay, thank you, Doctor Wei."

When Wei Zhongren heard this, his old face turned red.

In the past, when he heard the prince thank him, he didn't think anything of it.

But this time, he felt extremely ashamed.

He waved his hand hastily and said, "Your Highness, please forgive me for the trouble I have caused you! I will go to the palace right now and tell His Majesty the good news."

Fu Xuanyu nodded and said, "Okay."

Then he looked at Uncle Fu and said, "Uncle Fu, go see off Doctor Wei."

Uncle Fu nodded, "Yes!"

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Fu Ming was sitting behind the desk, carefully annotating each memorial on the table.

Jinzhong walked to the table with a cup of tea, carefully placed the cup on the table, and said softly, "Your Majesty, please have a cup of tea and take a break."

Only then did Fu Ming raise his head from the memorial, pick up the teacup and take a few sips.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the door.

"Your humble servant, a humble servant, has a great honor and wishes to see Your Majesty."

Fu Ming put the cup back and said to Jinzhong, "Doctor Wei is back! Let him come in and talk."

Jinzhong nodded and said, "Yes."

Then he hurried to the door, waved his hand, and said to Wei Zhongren outside, "Doctor Wei, the emperor summons you! Please come in with me."

Wei Zhongren bowed and said, "Please lead the way, Eunuch Jinzhong."

The two of them entered the palace, one in front and one behind.

Wei Zhongren knelt down politely in front of Fu Ming who was sitting on the main seat. "Your humble servant Wei Zhongren pays respects to the emperor. Long live the emperor."

Fu Ming raised his arm and said, "Please stand up, my dear."

Wei Zhongren then stood up, but his head was still lowered.

Fu Ming asked anxiously, "How is Yu'er? Is there anything abnormal with Ping'an's pulse today?"

Wei Zhongren nodded. He opened his mouth, thinking about what the princess had said, and suddenly didn't know where to start.

Fu Ming saw him nod, then saw his hesitant look as if he wanted to say something, and then thought of the result of checking An's pulse before, and he instantly felt that something was not right.

His face turned pale, and then he said, "How long can Yu'er live?"

Fu Ming closed his eyes.

All I could think of was Fu Xuanyu’s lively appearance as a child.

Fu Xuanyu was raised by him, and he knew very well how suitable Fu Xuanyu was to be an emperor.

There were even many times when he thought Fu Xuanyu was born to be an emperor.

That's why he appointed Fu Xuanyu as the crown prince so early.

If no one had harmed his Yu'er, how could his Yu'er become what she is now, lying in bed all day waiting to die.

Two tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes.

Wei Zhongren was completely unaware of all this. He finally figured out his words and said, "Your Majesty, today I took the prince's pulse and found that his condition has improved."

Fu Ming still didn't open his eyes. He took a deep breath and said, "Doctor Wei, there's no need to say such nice things. Just tell me how long Yu'er can live so that I can prepare for his funeral in advance."

When Wei Zhongren heard these words, he finally realized that something was wrong.

He lowered his head, his face full of astonishment, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

This stupid mouth problem has struck again!

The more critical the moment, the more nervous he became, and when he got nervous he couldn't speak.

Wei Zhongren was extremely anxious, and finally he knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily to Fu Ming.

The bang seemed to hit Fu Ming's heart.

Fu Ming trembled all over, opened his eyes, and stared at Wei Zhongren who was kneeling on the ground, intending to listen carefully to him tell him the date of Fu Xuanyu's death.

Wei Zhongren's voice trembled as he said, "Your Majesty, this is my fault! What I want to say is that the prince's illness has really improved and can be cured in the future. Your Majesty does not need to prepare for his funeral."

Fu Ming stood up in a flash, looked at Wei Zhongren in astonishment and asked, "Doctor Wei, please don't try to deceive me with Yu'er's matter!"

Wei Zhongren kowtowed again and said anxiously, "I dare not! Everything I said is true!"

Fu Ming plopped back into his chair, staring at Wei Zhongren with a dull expression, his ears filled with what Wei Zhongren had just said.

His Yu'er can be cured.

Fu Ming's lips trembled, and he suddenly looked at Wei Zhongren with suspicion and asked, "Doctor Wei, didn't you say before that Yu'er wouldn't survive this winter? What's going on now? Could it be that Yu'er is having a last-ditch effort and you misdiagnosed her?"

Wei Zhongren swore an oath on the spot: "I swear to heaven that I have absolutely not made a misdiagnosis! A miracle doctor has recently appeared in Phoenix City. His name is Jiang Lu. Doctor Jiang once claimed that he could cure Zhao Shu, the wife of the criminal Guo Qing. He also cured Zhao Shu's brother Zhao Kang in front of many people.

When the princess heard about his miracles, she invited Dr. Jiang to the palace to treat the prince. Dr. Jiang wrote two prescriptions for the prince on the spot. The prince took the prescriptions for a period of time, and then his condition showed signs of improvement.

"I also saw the prescription today. Divine Doctor Jiang's medical skills are superior to mine! And based on my experience, Divine Doctor Jiang's medical skills are probably even better than that of the Qingyun Sect's!"

Fu Ming was a little confused by the bombardment of these messages.

Is his Yu'er saved?

And such an amazing doctor is actually from their Qifeng country?

Fu Ming gasped for breath, looked at Wei Zhongren excitedly and asked, "Doctor Wei, raise your head and answer."

Wei Zhongren raised his old face, which was flushed with excitement, and looked at Fu Ming with nervous eyes.

Fu Ming asked expectantly, "Is what you just said true? Can Yu'er really be cured? And can Dr. Jiang cure his leg?"