"this…"

Imperial Physician Li organized his thoughts and said, "Your Majesty, she doesn't seem to be ill..."

"What? You're not sick? How is that possible!"

Bei Jinxing looked incredulous.

Imperial Physician Wang also spoke up: "Your Majesty, I also think so. I suspect that she doesn't want to wake up."

Such a thing really happened.

Bei Jinxing looked towards Physician Zhang.

Imperial Physician Zhang lowered his eyes and said, "Your Majesty, my conclusion is the same as theirs."

After they finished speaking...

North India is not at all surprised.

He said in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, "Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Li and the others have diagnosed nothing wrong. The person who treated my wife before said it was probably a psychological problem, so after prescribing some medicine, he told me to talk to her from time to time, and he would come to see her once every few days..."

He had barely finished speaking.

Imperial Physician Li began, “Although the Seventh Princess Consort is not ill, her body is very weak. If this continues, it’s hard to say how long she can hold on. Seventh Prince, you should make plans as soon as possible.”

Yes, yes.

Physician Zhang and the others all agreed wholeheartedly.

North India had long since sent people to search for renowned doctors, but when they heard about his wife's condition, they were all at a loss.

Just then.

An Wanwan stood up: "Why don't you let me try..."

North India's gaze immediately fell on her.

Bei Jinxing strode forward and stood between them, then spoke to An Wanwan: "You're just an apprentice. How long have you been learning medicine? How dare you show off in front of my seventh uncle! Get out of here!"

An Wanwan was somewhat unwilling, but since she was now under Bei Jinxing's command, she naturally couldn't argue with him.

She turned and left.

North India called out to her, "Come back!"

An Wanwan knew she had a chance, so she slowly turned around and walked up to him.

Bei Yin looked her over again and then said, "You said you'd give it a try. How do you plan to treat my wife? What if you can't cure her?"

"Seventh Imperial Uncle, don't pay any attention to her..."

Bei Jinxing wanted to drag An Wanwan out.

He knew how much North India cared about his wife.

If An Wanwan is not cured and even dies, he may not be able to protect her.

An Wanwan wasn't entirely without confidence, after all, her medical skills had improved considerably compared to before.

She calmly replied, "I plan to treat you with acupuncture combined with other methods. I can explain the details to Your Highness later, but you must cooperate with me. If I fail to cure you, Your Highness, I will leave it to you. However, if I can cure you, I would like you to grant me one request..."

"good!"

North India agreed.

His decisiveness surprised Bei Jinxing.

As An Wanwan walked towards the bedside.

Bei Yin stopped her: "You said you're planning to get acupuncture, but where will you insert the needles, and how?"

"Puncture the acupoints on the head."

An Wanwan knew what Bei Yin was thinking, and answered him truthfully.

North India then allowed her to pass.

An Wanwan didn't act immediately. Instead, she took the pulse first, then her left and right hands. After taking all the pulses, she took out silver needles from a medicine box and sterilized them.

Before the injection.

An Wanwan asked, "Are you all staying in here?"

Bei Yin sent Bei Jinxing and his men out, while he stayed behind.

An Wanwan ignored him and lifted the curtain to look at the person on the bed.

However.

The person on the bed bore no resemblance whatsoever to the person Li Fengyu had drawn.

An Wanwan withdrew her gaze and began to tie her hair seriously.