Chapter 158 King Liang is in danger

It was now late autumn, and a chilly air was seeping through the cracks in the blue brick floor of the main hall.

Yan Shiliang curled up under a thin, dark brocade quilt, his cheeks flushed red.

The palace maid Chuntao held a half bowl of cold medicine and poured it directly into his mouth.

Yan Shiliang, who was in a coma, coughed violently due to choking, and all the cold medicine that was poured into his mouth flowed onto the brocade quilt.

If you look closely, you can see that there are many deep and shallow marks on the dark quilt.

Chuntao was furious when she saw that the little bastard vomited out the medicine she had given him.

Chuntao lifted Yan Shiliang's quilt and pinched his thigh hard.

Yan Shiliang, who had fallen into a coma, seemed to feel no pain and had no reaction at all.

At this moment, a palace maid hurried in from outside and reminded her.

"Sister Chuntao, the Emperor... the Emperor is here!"

After hearing this, Chun Tao paused for a moment and then asked, "How long will it take?"

“Almost there!”

Chuntao immediately stood up and pushed open the north-south windows.

Then he walked to the cabinet by the wall, took out a new and thick quilt, and covered Yan Shiliang with it.

At this moment, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Then came the shrill announcement from the gatekeeper: "Your Majesty has arrived—"

Chuntao turned around and respectfully saluted the emperor and the imperial concubine who had just entered the bedroom.

"Your servant greets His Majesty, and Your Majesty the Imperial Concubine."

Yan Shixu waved his hand to ask someone to step aside and quickly walked to the bed.

Seeing Yan Shiliang with red cheeks lying on the bed, he reached out and touched his forehead.

"Fourth brother?"

"Fourth brother?"

"A Liang?"

He shouted several times, but the person on the bed didn't respond at all.

Yan Shixu's brows were tightly furrowed.

"Has the doctor not arrived yet?"

Yongtai glanced outside and whispered, "Your Majesty, they should be arriving soon."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard hurried footsteps outside. Several imperial doctors were almost running over, carrying medicine boxes.

When they see the emperor, they have to kneel down and salute.

Yan Shixu waved his hand: "No need to be polite, come here and show it to King Liang."

After several imperial doctors took turns taking Yan Shiliang's pulse, layers of cold sweat appeared on their foreheads.

"Your Majesty, the Prince of Liang's condition is likely due to the invasion of evil cold and the stagnation of fluid. The evil cold invades the meridians, damaging the internal organs, resulting in abdominal distension, vomiting, and thin diarrhea. Now that the evil has entered the interior, damaging the five internal organs, he is in a coma and his life is at risk."

Yan Shixu's voice suddenly became several degrees colder.

"Just tell me if you can save me!"

He swept his cold gaze over the imperial doctors.

The meaning is very clear, if you can't be saved, you don't want to live!

Doctor Luo stepped forward and said, "I boldly suggest that we should focus on warming the middle and eliminating the dampness. Using Sini Decoction with ginseng and cinnamon may offer a glimmer of hope. However, the patient's condition is already advanced, and three doses are necessary. If the fever subsides and the pulse returns to normal within three days, then there will be a chance of recovery."

A young doctor standing next to Doctor Luo frowned.

He shook his head and said, "No, Senior Luo, the King of Liang is suffering from a persistent high fever, and the pathogenic heat is suffocating within. If we use Sini Decoction with warming agents like ginseng and cinnamon, it may only make the condition worse. In my opinion, the King of Liang's pulse is deep and tight, which is a sign of both Taiyin and Shaoyin syndromes. His fever is due to the overflow of deficiency Yang. We should treat it with cooling blood and removing blood stasis. Using Xijiao Dihuang Decoction with some modifications may alleviate the symptoms."

Doctor Luo was displeased. He had been working in the Imperial Medical Bureau for more than 30 years, and the Empress had always appointed him as her personal physician.

Could it be that he is not as good as this young man who has only been practicing medicine for a few years?

You really are overestimating your own abilities!

The two imperial physicians each held a different view, and the other imperial physicians also split into two factions, expressing their own opinions one after another. For a while, the bedroom was filled with clamor. Yan Shixu listened to their arguments, his brows furrowed more and more.

“That’s enough!”

Yan Shixu started to scold, and the hall suddenly became quiet.

He pointed at the young doctor and said, "You come and treat him."

He remembered this imperial physician, who was one of the imperial physicians who accompanied him to Fuzhou to provide disaster relief, and who was a great contributor to the development of a cure for the plague.

Wen Li'er also remembers him.

When she was pregnant with Xiaoxiao, it was this young imperial physician named Wu Junnian who diagnosed her pregnancy by taking her pulse.

Wu Junnian took the order and hurriedly prescribed a medicine, asking Chuntao, who served King Liang, to boil it.

Wen Li'er winked at Qingzhu.

Qingzhu understood and followed Chuntao.

Since the emperor had spoken, Doctor Luo dared not raise any objections.

He took the other imperial doctors to wait outside the palace, his eyes full of disdain.

He was just waiting for this arrogant boy to kill King Liang and then chop off his head.

Wu Junnian moved the silver needle quickly and pricked Yan Shiliang's head.

Then, he pricked his ten fingers.

Yan Shixu stood aside, looking at Yan Shiliang who was pricked like a hedgehog, his body tense and his eyes as deep as the sea.

Wen Li'er didn't know what he was thinking, and gently held his hands with both hands.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Imperial Physician Wu will definitely be able to cure Prince Liang."

Yan Shixu turned to look at her, and only then did he reveal his worry and self-blame.

"I failed Ah Cheng's trust and failed to take good care of Ah Liang."

"This is not your Majesty's fault."

Wen Li'er shook his hand.

"The Emperor has too many things to do every day, so it's inevitable that there are people and things that he can't take care of. Let's wait for Prince Liang to wake up and understand everything clearly."

Yan Shixu squeezed her hand and nodded.

Three quarters of an hour later.

Qingzhu brought over a bowl of medicine, and Chuntao followed her with her head down.

Wu Junnian glanced at the hourglass and pulled out the silver needles from Yan Shicheng's head and fingers.

"Feed it to King Liang, drink it."

Qingmei stepped forward to help, lifting King Liang's upper body, and Qingzhu fed the medicine into Yan Shiliang's mouth spoonful by spoonful.

Both of them looked a little strange, and secretly glanced at Wen Li'er.

Wen Li'er didn't understand what they wanted to say to her.

Is it because His Majesty is here and there are things they are not comfortable saying?

I saw that the medicine Qingzhu fed me had overflowed a little.

Wen Li'er took out a handkerchief and stepped forward to help Yan Shiliang wipe it off.

The next moment, her hand paused slightly.

There were mottled stains on Prince Liang's thin undershirt. If you look closely, you will see that the dark brocade quilt underneath him is also stained.

In particular, she smelled an indescribable stench.

She smelled it as soon as she entered Prince Liang's bedroom.

Now that they were closer to King Liang, and because he had sat up, the quilt was not covering him as tightly, and the stench was even stronger.

So, this is what Qingzhu and Qingmei wanted to tell her?

Wen Li'er turned her head to look at the palace servant standing beside her, and soon her eyes fell on the palace maid named Chuntao.

"Did you take care of Prince Liang personally during his illness?"

Chun Tao nodded and said, "Reporting to the Imperial Concubine, Chun Xing and I take turns taking care of her."

Wen Lier asked, "Which one is Chun Xing?"

A palace maid standing in the corner slowly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, it's you, my servant."

Yan Shixu also glanced at the two palace maids and stepped forward to ask, "Li'er, is there something wrong?"

As soon as he got there, before Wen Li'er could say anything, he also smelled the unpleasant odor.

Yan Shixu's expression instantly turned ugly.