Chapter 86 If you can’t cure me, I will kill you!

Mrs. Jiang's heart trembled, and before she could stop him, she saw Jiang Qingyue pull up her sleeves, revealing the wound on her wrist.

When she just entered the palace, He Peilan accidentally pulled her, and the wound just oozed blood, soaking the white gauze, which looked shocking.

"Your Majesty, I injured my wrist and lost feeling in my right hand a few days ago. I'm afraid I can't play the music."

Jiang Qingyue had just finished speaking when the ladies started talking again.

"Oh my god, he's unconscious? Doesn't that make him a useless person?"

Guo Jinyu and Miss Bai were thinking of taking this opportunity to humiliate Jiang Qingyue, but when she suddenly said this, they didn't know how to respond.

At the banquet, everyone was whispering and talking non-stop.

"No wonder her hand has been hanging by her side since I noticed her. I thought she was taking Qiao on purpose, but it turns out she was injured."

"Compared to this, the blood on Miss Jiang's finger is really nothing."

"But Miss Jiang asked her to play the music. Didn't she know that she was injured? Didn't she know that her hands were numb?"

I don’t know who said this, but everyone immediately looked at Jiang Guiyu.

Mrs. Jiang broke out in a sweat.

Didn't we say that the Jiang family prospers together and suffers together? How could she be so ignorant and dare to reveal her injuries?

Is she deliberately trying to embarrass herself as a mother?

"Jiang Guiyu caught a cold and couldn't be cured. You sought out famous doctors everywhere. Now your own daughter's right hand is injured like this, and you haven't said a word? Madam Jiang, you are too biased."

The person who spoke was the wife of Marquis Xuanping, He Peilan.

Her face was filled with anger.

When she entered the palace just now, she accidentally touched Jiang Qingyue's wrist, and the child turned pale with pain.

Jiang Qingyue must have not wanted her to worry, so she said she was only slightly injured.

But unexpectedly, my entire hand lost sensation!

No wonder Qingyue didn't come to the Marquis Xuanping's mansion for a medical consultation a few days ago. Her cousin even found excuses to deceive both sides.

Now that she finally had the chance, she was determined to seek justice for her niece and vent her anger.

"I see that Miss Jiang San's injury is not a minor one, and I don't know how she got hurt."

That’s all. He Peilan stood up and saluted, “Your Majesty, Qingyue is the legitimate sister of Princess Duanyang. It’s really chilling that she’s been treated like this just after returning to the capital.”

"Mrs. Jiang, your daughter was injured, but you neglected to take care of her. You really don't know the severity of the situation."

Concubine Wan suddenly spoke, her tone of authority carrying a hint of coldness.

Mrs. Jiang quickly knelt down and apologized.

Concubine Wan has always loved Guiyu. When Guiyu coughed just now, she was afraid that Concubine Wan would blame her for not taking good care of Guiyu.

She didn't expect that now, she would be scolded because of Jiang Qingyue.

But before she could open her mouth, Jiang Guiyu knelt down and cried pitifully in the hall, just to plead for Madam Jiang.

"Your Majesty. Sister Qingyue is strong-willed and never tells her family about anything. But she is a skilled doctor and can bring the dead back to life. She can definitely heal this minor injury, so we... hope Your Majesty will atone for our sins."

Jiang Qingyue almost laughed out loud.

In order to push her out, Jiang Guiyu dared to say anything.

But this is also good, Senior Sister was able to enter the palace precisely because of her superb medical skills. Jiang Guiyu boasted that she could bring the dead back to life, so she could also enter the palace.

In this way, we can find out the cause of senior sister's death.

"Resurrection?"

Sure enough, there was already some interest in Concubine Wan's tone.

She moved her lips and was about to speak, but at this moment, someone suddenly shouted.

"Princess! Princess, what's wrong with you?"

Jiang Qingyue looked up suddenly and saw a kind-looking old lady with a pale face, covering her chest with one hand, and falling forward.

The palace maid beside her hurriedly tried to support her, but found that her eyes were closed and she had fainted.

There was chaos in the hall.

Concubine Wan stood up anxiously and said, "Call the imperial physician!"

The female official beside him frowned and looked stern.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Physician is not on duty today. I have sent someone to the Imperial Hospital to fetch him. I'm afraid it will take an incense stick of time for him to arrive."

Jiang Qingyue looked at Princess Huayang's pale face, and her instinct as a doctor made her stand up immediately.

Just now everyone knew that she was a doctor, so they all made way for her.

"Qingyue!"

He Peilan whispered in her ear, "Princess Huayang is a noble lady, the eldest sister of the emperor. Are you sure?"

"Don't worry, auntie. I'm sure of it."

Jiang Qingyue walked forward, knelt beside Princess Huayang, and first took her pulse with her left hand.

The pulse beneath her finger felt tight and tense, like the strings of a zither. She gently lifted Princess Rui Huayang's eyelids and examined them, only to see that her pupils were slightly dilated and there were tiny red streaks in the whites of her eyes.

"How dare you! Princess Huayang's noble body is not yours to touch!" Concubine Wan was furious, and her graceful face suddenly became stormy.

Jiang Guiyu smiled slightly, wanting to show off his medical skills in a place like the palace.

Is it true that a lowly person like Jiang Qingyue is qualified to diagnose the pulse of a nobleman?

Jiang Qingyue's expression was stern. "I hope Your Majesty will forgive me. Princess Huayang is suffering from Qi deficiency, which is caused by emotional distress and disordered Qi. If she is not treated in time, her life may be in danger."

"Seriously! If you're wrong, I'll kill you!"

"I'm willing to guarantee this with my life." Jiang Qingyue's expression remained unchanged. "The Princess is experiencing chest congestion and needs to be cleared immediately. If we delay, the qi and blood will rush upwards, potentially causing a stroke. I have the ability to treat this condition, but I'll need a set of silver needles."

Jiang Qingyue kowtowed and said loudly, "Please, Your Majesty, make the decision."

What if I use my own silver needles and get ambushed?

By then, she will have no way to defend herself.

No one would dare to touch the silver needles taken from the palace.

Concubine Wan's face darkened slightly as she gave instructions to the female officials around her in a low voice.

A moment later, the female official came back with a set of silver needles in her hand.

Jiang Qingyue took the needle bag and unfolded it, revealing a row of silver needles shining coldly.

Concubine Wan looked at the unconscious Princess Huayang and said through gritted teeth, "Princess, you are so precious. Your medical skills had better be as good as Guiyu said. Otherwise..."

After hearing Concubine Wan's threat, Jiang Qingyue's face remained calm, without any ripples.

Without moving her right hand, she was able to take out a three-inch silver needle with her left hand, gently pierce the Ren Zhong acupoint of Princess Huayang, and then quickly insert needles into the Hegu, Neiguan and other acupoints.

The technique was so fast that everyone only saw a flash of silver light and the needle had already penetrated three-tenths of the acupoint.

The hall was completely silent, and everyone watched this scene with bated breath.

Jiang Qingyue was concentrating, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Until the last needle landed on Princess Huayang's Baihui acupoint, twisting it gently.

Suddenly, Princess Huayang made a slight sound in her throat and her eyelids trembled slightly.

The maid exclaimed in surprise, "She's awake! Princess Huayang is awake!"

Jiang Qingyue did not relax. She quickly took out a vermilion pill from the brocade bag on her waist, dissolved it with warm water, and carefully fed it into Princess Huayang's mouth.

Li Yuting scolded coldly, "How dare you! What is that? How dare you poison Princess Huayang?"

Jiang Qingyue didn't even bother to look at her: "This is Angong Pill, it can calm nerves, open the mind, and calm internal wind. If Miss Li doesn't believe it, you can ask the imperial physician to check it later."

Princess Huayang slowly opened her eyes, her gaze was confused at first, then gradually became clear.

She looked at Jiang Qingyue and said weakly, "What's going on? What happened to me?"

Jiang Qingyue was about to answer when Concubine Wan stepped forward quickly: "Princess, how are you feeling? Are you still feeling unwell?"