He Xue, a modern woman with a keen interest in Qing Dynasty history, felt regret over the fate of the deposed Crown Prince, believing he didn't deserve such an end. If given the chance, she was...
Just as He Xue and the Crown Prince entered the palace, the Seventh Prince and his wife, and the Eighth Prince and his wife also entered the palace.
They immediately headed towards the prince's residence.
The Eighth Prince was consumed by jealousy as he watched He Xue and the Crown Prince walking side by side, and he was also filled with doubt: Why was He Xue with the Crown Prince?
The Seventh Prince's wife said enviously to the Fourth Prince's wife and Tana, "The Crown Prince is really good to He Xue!" Although the Crown Prince and He Xue were both wearing cloaks, she still saw that the Crown Prince was holding He Xue's hand the whole time!
"Isn't Seventh Brother good to you?" Fourth Princess Consort teased.
"Okay!" Seventh Princess Consort replied, blushing. But for some reason, she envied He Xue and the Crown Prince. Was it because they were childhood sweethearts? The Crown Prince accompanied He Xue as she grew up, and He Xue accompanied the Crown Prince as he grew old. Such a relationship was truly enviable.
As soon as Xue and the others arrived at the prince's residence, they heard crying. The crown prince's expression changed, and he immediately quickened his pace and walked towards the seventh prince's room.
When Xue arrived at the Seventh Prince's room, she saw Consort Yi sitting by his bedside, wiping away tears. The First, Third, and Fifth Consorts were comforting Consort Yi.
The eldest prince, the third prince, and the tenth prince blocked the ninth prince, who looked furious.
A royal physician was talking to the Fifth Prince, who also looked very worried.
When the Crown Prince entered, the people in the room prepared to pay their respects, but the Crown Prince refused directly. "How is Little Eleven?" the Crown Prince asked the imperial physician.
"Your Highness, the Eleventh Prince's condition is quite serious; the medication is no longer effective!" the imperial physician said, trembling.
"What illness does Little Eleven have?" the Crown Prince asked.
"Your Highness, it's an intestinal abscess!" The imperial physician wiped the sweat from his brow; the eleventh prince was probably in grave danger this time.
"Enteritis?" He Xue had never heard of this disease and didn't know what to do. She thought that coming along would be helpful.
"Where is Physician Liu?" He Xue remembered that Physician Liu was the one who treated her. Physician Liu was the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, so his medical skills should be better.
"Princess, it's not Physician Liu's turn to be on duty tonight!" the physician said.
"He Zhu, send someone to invite Physician Liu, and do it quickly!" the Crown Prince instructed He Zhu.
"Yes, Your Highness!" He Zhu replied.
"Sister!" Ninth Prince saw He Xue and looked at her with red eyes.
"Don't worry, Little Eleven will be fine!" He Xue patted Ninth Prince on the shoulder.
"Yes!" Ninth Prince nodded firmly. Xue's words seemed to reassure him. Just now, that quack doctor actually said that Eleventh Prince was no good. If it weren't for his elder brother stopping him, he would have beaten his own father so badly that he wouldn't recognize him.
He Xue came to the bedside of the Eleventh Prince and saw that he was holding his stomach with his hand and kept crying out in pain.
He Xue comforted Consort Yi for a few words, then looked at Little Eleven, "Little Eleven, does your stomach hurt?"
"Yes!" the eleventh prince replied, his face pale.
"Can you tell me where it hurts, sister?" He Xue asked.
"Sister, it hurts here! It hurts so much!" The eleventh prince pressed his hand against his stomach and told He Xue.
Lower right abdomen? Xue remembered that her college roommate also had lower right abdominal pain and was diagnosed with appendicitis at the hospital. Could intestinal abscess be appendicitis? Her college roommate was hospitalized and had surgery.
But can the surgery be performed here now? Will the Eleventh Prince survive?
Furthermore, the ancients valued the fact that one's body and hair were gifts from one's parents and should not be harmed. Would they accept the eleventh prince undergoing abdominal surgery? Would they accept Western medicine?