132 There is salvation

Jiang Yun did not agree directly this time. Instead, he said with embarrassment, "Doctor Wei, you also know that this prescription was personally written by Dr. Jiang to our prince. It is 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 drug names and detailed dosages on it. 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 Doctor Jiang is not difficult to talk to. The gynecologist Doctor Ming asked for a prescription and wanted to watch Doctor Jiang give Zhao Shu acupuncture. 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 about this. Isn't Doctor Wei very familiar with Doctor Ming? You can go and ask him later. I heard that he has personally seen Doctor Jiang give Zhao Shu acupuncture twice!"

Wei Zhongren nodded.

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

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

But this time, he felt extremely ashamed.

He waved his hands hastily and said, "Your Majesty, I am sorry for the trouble! 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 Doctor Wei off."

Fu Bo nodded, "Yes!"

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Fu Ming was sitting behind the desk, carefully annotating the memorials on the table one by one.

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 Majesty, I am humbled and I am honored to see you."

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 follow me in."

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 in front of Fu Ming who was sitting on the main seat in an orderly manner, "Your humble servant Wei Zhongren pays respects to His Majesty. Long live the emperor."

Fu Ming raised his arm and said, "My dear, please stand up."

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 his pulse before, and he instantly felt that something was not good.

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

Fu Ming closed his eyes.

All I could think of was Fu Xuanyu’s lively childhood.

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 he is now, lying in bed all day waiting to die.

Two tears slowly slid down the corners of his eyes.

Wei Zhongren knew nothing about this. He finally thought of the right 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 these nice words. 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 was nervous he couldn't speak.

Wei Zhongren was extremely anxious, and finally he knelt down with a plop 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 the date of Fu Xuanyu's death.

Wei Zhongren's voice trembled as he said, "Your Majesty, it 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 the prince's funeral."

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

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

Fu Ming plopped back into his chair, looking at Wei Zhongren with a dull face, 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 gasp and you misdiagnosed her?"

Wei Zhongren swore an oath on the spot: "I swear to heaven that I have absolutely not made a misdiagnosis! Recently, a miracle doctor 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, and he also cured Zhao Shu's brother Zhao Kang in front of many people.

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

I also looked at the prescription today. Doctor Jiang’s medical skills are better than mine! Moreover, based on my experience, 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? Then can Dr. Jiang cure his leg?"