By reading my mind, I defeated the crazy regent

"Didn't the miracle doctor prescribe medicine for him? Hasn't he been taking medicine recently? Haven't his symptoms improved significantly?"

The guard trembled with fear: "I don't know either. The young prince has been making a fuss recently and hasn't been eating or sleeping properly, but he has definitely taken his medicine on time."

"You instructed me to watch the young prince take his medicine. I watched him every meal and would never dare to be careless."

"Then why did he suddenly have a heart attack?!"

Yin Tingyan roared, feeling as if he was about to explode due to these endless troubles.

The guard knelt down, not daring to raise his head: "I really didn't know. Please forgive me, Your Highness."

Yin Tingyan ignored him, finally recovered from the dizziness, and walked out.

He hurried to Yin Qing's room and saw that Yin Qing was indeed unconscious with a purple face. He felt uncomfortable.

"When will the doctor arrive?"

The housekeeper said, "If we go now, we'll probably have to wait a while for the imperial physician to arrive. But Your Highness, I'm afraid the young prince is in a bad condition. We can't wait any longer."

Yin Tingyan's breathing became rapid. The child he had raised with his own hands and carefully cared for for so many years was going to be gone just like that?

There is clearly hope, and the child can be completely cured. He just needs to get through this winter, and by the beginning of next spring, he will be safe after taking medicine for a full year.

Why did it suddenly stop working?

Yin Tingyan had a splitting headache, but his expression remained as calm as ever.

"Please ask the doctor at home to come over first and give Yin Qing the medicine prescribed by the miracle doctor."

The housekeeper stretched out his hand, and in his hand was the pill that Yin Qing usually took.

"I have done it. The doctor will be here soon. I wanted to give the medicine to the young prince first, but he couldn't open his mouth and couldn't eat."

Yin Tingyan took the medicine, pried open Yin Qing's mouth, put the pill in, pressed her neck a few times, and Yin Qing swallowed the pill.

The housekeeper was terrified, but finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "All right, all right. After taking this medicine, the young prince will surely be able to recover."

Yin Tingyan was not optimistic.

Yin Qing had been taking the medicine prescribed by the miracle doctor, and she seemed to be getting better, but didn't it suddenly stop working?

Could it be that this medicine cannot cure Yin Qing completely?

Yin Tingyan was in a bad mood. Just then the doctor came. He gave up his seat and let the doctor treat Yin Qing.

The doctor found it easy to treat this little ancestor; he could diagnose but not cure.

"Your Majesty, how come the young prince's pulse is completely different from half a month ago?"

Yin Tingyan frowned: "How should I know? You ask me? Then what is the purpose of having a doctor like you?"

The doctor hurriedly said, "I acknowledge my guilt. I noticed that the young prince's pulse was chaotic. This is definitely not the pulse you should have when taking medicine every day."

"The young prince has been taking the medicine prescribed by the miracle doctor for several months, and his pulse is getting stronger day by day."

"My pulse now feels worse than before I took the miracle doctor's medicine."

Yin Tingyan was still quite clear-headed: "You mean Yin Qing's condition is even worse now?"

The doctor said cautiously: "According to the pulse, it is like this."

"Your Highness, has the young prince been taking his medicine on time recently?"

After all, he is a doctor, so he hit the nail on the head.

The doctor was puzzled. The medicine was so effective and I had never had any problems with it, so why did it suddenly become a problem? It had been working just two weeks ago.

Yin Qing used to take the patient's pulse several times a day, but after taking the miracle doctor's medicine, she basically only takes the patient's pulse once every two weeks, and each time is getting better and better.

Doctors are afraid of losing their jobs.

But today Yin Qing was like this again, and the condition was even worse than before, and the doctor was scared again.

Yin Tingyan frowned: "Of course he took the medicine on time. He has been in a bad mood recently and it is impossible for him to eat well, but this King of Medicine forced him to eat well."

"Could it be that he's been in a bad mood recently and hasn't been eating well?"

The doctor didn't dare to say for sure: "I don't know, but there may be some connection. However, I still think that the key is the use of medicine."

"If the young prince has been taking his medicine on time recently, is the dosage sufficient?"

Yin Tingyan directly called the servant who usually served Yin Qing.

"Answer the doctor."

The guard said, "I strictly watch the little prince take his medicine every day. He always takes it according to the usual dosage. There is no mistake."

Yin Qing's personal attendant lowered his head and said nothing.

Yin Tingyan's gaze fell on the servant.

The doctor said to himself: "If that's the case, then it shouldn't be. The young prince's current physical condition doesn't look like he takes his medicine on time."

Yin Tingyan said directly in a cold voice: "Tell me, has Yin Qing been taking her medicine on time recently?"

The servant who was named looked up subconsciously and happened to meet Yin Tingyan's eyes, which scared him so much that his whole body went hairy.

"Your Majesty, yes, yes."

Yin Tingyan's handsome face immediately darkened: "Really?"

It was obvious that the servant was not telling the truth.

Originally, Yin Tingyan didn’t have such strong doubts, but now he feels that there is something very wrong.

"If you don't tell the truth, you're deliberately trying to kill your master."

"You heard what the doctor said. If we can't find the reason why your master has become like this, there is a high possibility that he will misdiagnose you."

"Do you want to kill your master?"

Yin Tingyan's words were very scary, and the servant was frightened so much that his face turned pale on the spot.

He looked at his unconscious master, then at the majestic and terrifying regent, and chose the latter between the two dilemmas.

The envoy kowtowed in fear and said, "Lord Regent, please spare me! It's not that I can't tell you. It's simply that my master has previously instructed me not to say anything, no matter what."

But now that I have opened my mouth, I have to say it.

Yin Tingyan gritted his teeth and said, "Speak, the king asked you to speak, and if you dare not speak, it will be a capital crime."

The attendant said hurriedly: "Yes, yes, that's what the servant said."

"Master, you haven't actually been taking your medicine properly for the past half month. You've been pretending to take it every day, and when your guards leave, you'll spit it out into that flowerpot."

Yin Tingyan looked in the direction the servant's hand was pointing. There was a green plant in the corner of the wall. It was drooping and looked like it was dying.

How can you not be half dead if you are fed so many medicines every day?

Yin Tingyan's eyes were extremely cold. He walked over and checked the flowerpot himself. He lifted up a layer of soil and picked it up. Sure enough, he smelled a faint scent of Chinese medicine on it.

Yin Tingyan's emotions suddenly rushed to the top of his head.

He suddenly stood up, turned around and shouted angrily: "What do you do for a living? Don't you know that he is courting death by doing this? And you actually condone him and protect him! You are harming him!"

The servant was so frightened that he dared not say a word and almost prostrated himself on the ground.

But Yin Tingyan still felt that this was not enough.