Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Meng Tingyue nodded slightly.

The imperial physician beside him, with white hair and beard, frowned, and said slowly: "I have been practicing medicine for decades, and I have never heard that alcohol can induce such symptoms."

"Indeed, I have witnessed Your Highness drinking a few sips in the past, but nothing like this has ever happened. If the Crown Princess is concerned, please do not hinder our efforts to treat her."

One of the imperial physicians spoke in an extremely polite tone. If he hadn't taken Meng Tingyue's identity into consideration, he would have asked the palace servants to kick the person out.

The nanny beside the queen had a serious expression on her face and asked in a low voice whether the queen should intervene.

When the queen heard this, her eyes flickered. After a moment of hesitation, she finally shook her head slightly.

Meng Tingyue's face remained calm, without a trace of anger. Her tone was calm and composed as she gently opened her red lips and asked, "May I ask the name of this Imperial Physician?"

"My surname is Zhou." The imperial physician bowed and replied.

"Doctor Zhou," Meng Tingyue nodded slightly and continued, "Have you ever stepped out of the palace to take the pulse and diagnose patients outside the palace?"

Doctor Zhou shook his head, "No."

"If Imperial Physician Zhou had the opportunity to come into contact with the sufferings of the people and diagnose and treat their illnesses, he would have known that the illness that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince suffers from is actually a big taboo of alcohol." There was a barely perceptible trace of sadness in Meng Tingyue's words.

"People often say that alcohol can cause sexual disorder. When drunk, people often lose control of themselves, and it is not uncommon for them to hurt others and destroy things."

"Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince didn't drink much, he suffers from a manic condition that makes him tread on thin ice. If he's not careful, it could lead to unpredictable disasters."

Meng Tingyue's words were calm and reserved, with a kind of unhurried calmness, and a natural dignity slowly revealed.

The Queen witnessed this scene, and a subtle approval flashed across her eyes, but it quickly disappeared and turned into worry. She whispered, "Has Tingyue ever learned medicine?"

Meng Tingyue's expression remained calm upon hearing this, neither self-deprecating nor arrogant. She simply replied, "I've learned a little."

On the side, Imperial Physician Zhou's expression was slightly displeased. "With just a few superficial facts, the Crown Princess dares to speak so confidently?"

At this time, Su Yuanchu of the Imperial Hospital slowly spoke up, his question tinged with curiosity and inquiry: "I wonder which master did the Crown Princess learn her medical skills from?"

"My master's surname is Qi, and he is currently traveling in the south of the Yangtze River." Meng Tingyue had met Dean Su several times in the Prince Qing's Palace in his previous life and recognized him.

Upon hearing this, a look of confusion first crossed Su's face, and then that confusion slowly transformed into a look of disbelief.

"Qi? Are you talking about the divine doctor Qi who is currently treating patients suffering from the epidemic with his medical skills and compassion in the Jiangnan region?"

Meng Tingyue nodded slightly, "That's right."

Dean Su's curiosity grew even more intense, and he pressed on, "Everyone knows that Divine Doctor Qi is an extraordinary doctor, but few have heard of him accepting any disciples. Furthermore, his whereabouts are elusive, like a crane in the clouds. How did the Crown Princess become connected with him and become his disciple?"

Meng Tingyue smiled gently and began to tell lies seriously, "Divine Doctor Qi once saved my mother, and that was when I became his disciple."

Dean Su asked, "If my memory is correct, and Divine Doctor Qi's whereabouts are elusive and he has never set foot in the capital, then where did the Crown Princess learn his art from?"

Meng Tingyue said, "I became his disciple when I was young, traveling to Jiangnan. Later, when I returned to Beijing, he gave me a handwritten note, urging me to study diligently and live up to what I had learned."

"May I see the handwritten note of Doctor Qi?" Upon hearing this, Dean Su's eyes flashed with an uncontrollable excitement, but he immediately returned to normal with an apologetic smile on his face.

"I am sorry for being rude. I cannot let anyone else see this manuscript that embodies the hard work of Dr. Qi."

Meng Tingyue smiled slightly. "I have taken note of Doctor Su's request. I will be heading to Jiangnan soon and will mention this to Master then."

Dean Su nodded politely, knowing that this was just a polite remark.

Just imagine, if he were in his shoes, would he easily show his notes full of his life's wisdom to outsiders?

That’s all for now.

Dean Su coughed lightly and brought the topic back on track. "I wonder if Divine Doctor Qi has discussed with the Crown Princess how to cure this manic illness?"

Meng Tingyue nodded slightly.

Indeed, her master had mentioned it briefly.

Recalling her past life, she traveled extensively to seek medical treatment for Prince Qing. After Prince Qing recovered from his illness, she went to Jiangnan again, bringing gifts from Prince Qing's mansion to thank her master.

By then, the crown prince had passed away and the court was in chaos. The princes who had gone far away to their fiefdoms hurried back to the capital, trying to compete for the vacant position of crown prince.

At that time, the crown prince had unfortunately passed away, and the court was in turmoil. The princes who had gone to their fiefdoms were also anxious and returned to the capital one after another, hoping to fight for a seat in the vacant crown prince's position.

She had secretly speculated countless times in her heart that if the prince's illness had not occurred, or if he could have received timely treatment, perhaps there would not have been such a bloody storm in the court.

She asked the master, and the master told her this.

“Manic illness is both difficult to cure and easy to control.”

"The difficulty lies in the hopelessness of a cure; the controllable part lies in the ability to prevent the onset of the disease."

"All it takes is one injection to make the patient sleepy. Then, he should stay away from trivial things that trigger the disease, maintain a peaceful and happy state of mind, and take some herbal medicine to regulate his condition, and he will be temporarily relieved."

Meng Tingyue gently repeated her master's words, word for word, "As for the cure, it's all about herbal remedies and emotional stability; neither is indispensable. These days, I've often taken the prince's pulse and carefully reminded him to take his medicine on time."

"The prince's manic symptoms should have gradually calmed down. The sudden flare-up must have been caused by something."

"We just need to find the root cause of the Crown Prince's recurring illness, properly address it, and keep him away. The problem will be solved."

"Among these, something like alcohol is something you absolutely cannot touch."

Upon hearing this, the imperial physicians all silently memorized it. Then, Dean Su, holding the prescription they had just worked out, slowly walked towards Meng Tingyue and asked softly, "Crown Princess, in your opinion, is this prescription comprehensive?"

Meng Tingyue took the prescription and carefully examined it. Her fingertips lightly ran over one of the herbs and she frowned slightly. "It would be better if this herb could be replaced with Scutellaria baicalensis."

Upon hearing this, Dean Su calculated carefully. After a while, he smiled and became more convinced of what Meng Tingyue had just said.

This medicine was the one that several imperial doctors had been arguing about. Now, after Meng Tingyue's modification, the efficacy of the medicine was instantly improved.

Only after the imperial physicians hurriedly received the order and went to prepare the improved prescription did Meng Tingyue have time to talk in detail with the queen.

With the Queen's gentle narration, Meng Tingyue finally learned the real reason why the Prince was in a coma.