Yinzhen carefully raised his right hand, sobbing as he offered it to his mother, saying, "Mother, please be gentle, it hurts so much."

Consort Yi was also crying uncontrollably, saying, "I know, Mother, please be gentle."

As she spoke, she kept blowing air into Yinzhen's hand, trying to relieve his pain, but it was obviously useless.

Yin Tang cried out, "It hurts, it hurts..."

Just as Consort Yi placed her hand on the gauze and before she could even unbutton it, Yinzhen quickly withdrew his hand.

Yin Tang: "Mother, it hurts so much."

Yinzhen was in so much pain that his face was already slightly sweaty.

Consort Yi wanted to unwrap the gauze from her hands to wash off the ointment, while Yinzhen, fearing the pain, kept pulling his hand back.

It took quite a while to completely untie the knot, and Consort Yi was at a loss as to what to do. Fortunately, in her panic, she simply put Yinzhen's hands into the basin of water.

This was an action taken in desperation because they didn't know what else to do.

But Consort Yi had gripped Yin Tang too hard, and Yin Tang started wailing again, "Mother, it hurts so much!"

Now, not only is his face sweating, but his whole body is also soaked and uncomfortable.

But after yelling like that, I felt a little better, since the water was cold after all.

When Consort Yi saw the relieved look on Yintang's face, she suddenly felt relieved.

Consort Yi asked, "How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"

Yinzhen was in so much pain that he had no strength left. Although he felt a little better, he had been in so much pain for almost a quarter of an hour that he had no strength left.

Yin Tang said weakly, "It's a little better, but only a little bit, it still hurts."

After saying that, he pressed his hands tightly against the bottom of the basin to relieve the pain.

At this moment, Cuiwei had already run to the Imperial Hospital, shouting loudly, "Imperial Physician Zhang, Imperial Physician Zhang, come out quickly, something has happened to the Ninth Prince."

Upon hearing this, Physician Zhang, who was still thinking about the prescription for the wound medicine, couldn't help but feel a jolt of excitement.

The other imperial physicians' hearts skipped a beat. What did they mean the Ninth Prince was dying? Wasn't the Ninth Prince perfectly healthy?

Could it be that this child, like the others, will also die young?

But they look different. Usually, they are born with poor health.

Either he suddenly falls ill, but the Ninth Prince seems to be immune to both.

It's no wonder they think that way, mainly because the Imperial Medical Academy in ancient times was a high-risk profession, with people frequently being buried alive or beheaded.

They were also afraid of treating a dying person, in case the emperor was furious and beheaded them.

So everyone quickly moved away from Physician Zhang, taking a step back in unison and going about their own business, but refusing to look at him.

Upon hearing Cuiwei's call, Physician Zhang dared not delay for a moment.

He grabbed his medicine box and ran out immediately, fearing something might have happened to the Ninth Prince, since he was usually the one who looked after Consort Yi and the Ninth Prince at Yikun Palace.

If anything were to happen, the Emperor would definitely not forgive him. He grabbed his medicine box and ran off, following Cuiwei towards Yikun Palace.

As they ran, Physician Zhang asked, "What happened? Tell me quickly!"

Doctor Zhang was also unsure! The patient was perfectly fine when he went to check on her, but problems arose in such a short time.

Cuiwei had only run for fifteen minutes and was already very tired, panting heavily.

Cuiwei said, "It's the Ninth Prince. He used the wound medicine I just showed you, and then he cried out in pain and rolled around on the ground. You should go and see him quickly."

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