Chapter 139 The Leg Can Recover

Xiao Ji straightened his back unconsciously.

Against the light, the two figures slowly approached. The old man's silver hair shone faintly in the twilight, and the girl held her arm.

The two of them looked intimate, and each step they took was calm and casual, yet they carried an inexplicable dignity, as if they were not an ordinary pair of grandparents and grandchildren, but an old lord of a duke's mansion with his most beloved granddaughter.

No, more than that, even his grandmother, Lady Cheng'en, did not have the aura of the old man in front of him. Just a glance at her made people feel that she was unfathomable. Perhaps only the girl beside her would find her amiable.

Xiao Ji suddenly became curious about the identity of this old woman. Was she really just an ordinary traveling doctor?

The boy's inquiring eyes met his grandmother's, then instantly faded. Seeing this, Xiao Yuluan raised her lips slightly, "Are you ready?"

Xiao Ji took a deep breath and nodded, then lifted his robe, revealing a pair of white and strong calves.

Xiao Yuluan didn't say much, she walked up to Xiao Ji and squatted down, her eyes fixed on his legs. After a careful palpation, she didn't give a direct conclusion, but looked at Qingwu first.

Qingwu panicked for a moment. This look was so familiar. In the past, when her grandmother treated patients, she would ask her to diagnose them first.

"What do you think of his injuries?"

Qing Wu took a deep breath, squatted down, and his slender fingers fell on Xiao Ji's legs again.

In fact, she would check Xiao Ji's legs every few days and always came to the same conclusion.

She felt that Xiao Ji's leg would be able to recover completely in time, but the sadness that always lingered between the boy's brows made Qingwu unconsciously doubt her medical skills.

But when she really felt that her judgment was wrong, he would comfort her and tell her that he was recovering well. This made Qingwu unsure whether she should trust herself or not, perhaps because she had made no progress in the past few years.

Faced with her grandmother's test, she paused, then finally gave the answer she had decided on: "The broken bone should have been reset and is growing well, but the tendons and veins are still blocked. Is there any cold stagnation?"

She looked up at her grandmother with uncertainty in her eyes, hoping to get the same answer from her grandmother.

As Qingwu waited, Xiao Yuluan nodded and praised, "Not bad. It seems you haven't forgotten all your medical skills in these years."

Hearing this, Qing Wu's eyes lit up instantly. She looked at Xiao Ji, a little excited, "Did you hear that? Grandma thinks so too!"

Xiao Yuluan then realized something was wrong. She turned to look at Xiao Ji and saw a look of confusion on his face. After a few breaths, he came back to his senses and looked at her.

"Grandma, this... is this true?"

"certainly."

Xiao Yuluan couldn't help but doubt herself for a moment because of the young couple's incredible look. She reached out to check again, and asked Xiao Ji to stand up and walk a few steps, but she didn't find anything unusual.

"Isn't this a good recovery? To be able to recover to this level in just over two months is already quite good. I'll probably be able to walk normally in another two months. Why are you looking at me like that?"

Xiao Yuluan is not a person who likes to follow rules. She has a free and easy temperament and does not like to use those "old" titles. She only says "you" and "me".

The boy stood there in a daze for a few more breaths. When he looked up, his eyes were already red, and his tone was filled with uncontrollable excitement.

"Because the chief judge of the Imperial Hospital once told me that my leg is not fully healed, and even if it recovers, I will still be lame."

But now, an experienced doctor actually told him that his legs had recovered well and he would be able to walk normally in a few months?

Xiao Yuluan's brows furrowed upon hearing this. She stood up abruptly, her silver hair trembling slightly in the candlelight. "Chief Judge of the Imperial Hospital? Did he really say that?"

Xiao Ji nodded heavily, his fingers unconsciously clenching his robes: "Yes... at that time, the emperor specially asked the court judge to come and take the pulse."

"Tell me everything that happened at that time."

Xiao Ji then recounted in detail the process of how he was carried from the temporary palace to the Zichen Palace. When Xiao Yuluan heard that he had been kneeling in front of the door of the Zichen Palace for a long time, she couldn't help but scold him.

"How can you, kid, not take your body seriously?"

Xiao Ji lowered his head subconsciously after being scolded, but he quickly raised it again and looked directly at his grandmother with a clear look.

"Grandma, I want to save my teacher, the one who has watched me grow up. You also have students..." He looked at Qingwu, "Qingqing, you should understand me, right?"

Qing Wu heard about Xiao Ji kneeling to beg the emperor when she was still in the Song family. Because it was not a big deal, she didn't pay much attention to it except sighing a few times.

Now, when she heard Xiao Ji mention this again, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed. She originally wanted to say a few words to him along with her grandma, but when Xiao Ji looked at her and saw the fragility in his peach blossom eyes, she was speechless.

Yes, if it were her, if her grandma encountered such a thing, she would spare no effort to save her grandma.

Watching the interaction between the two children, Xiao Yuluan sighed. Putting herself in Xiao Ji's shoes, she couldn't scold him anymore, so she had to turn her attention back to Xiao Ji's body.

She grabbed his hand, placed three fingers precisely on his pulse point, and carefully felt his pulse. The room suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

After a moment, Xiao Yuluan released her hand, a cold light flashing in her eyes, and sneered: "What a judge of the Imperial Hospital!"

"Grandma, what's going on?"

Xiao Yuluan took a deep breath and suppressed her anger: "His leg injury is indeed serious, but it is not incurable.

Those old guys in the Imperial Hospital have always been like this. They always keep their words in reserve, speaking the truth to real people and lies to lies to ghosts.

If you are a doctor with a kind heart, how could you say this to a patient when there is still hope for life? It is clearly..."

Grandma paused and gave Xiao Ji a meaningful look, "Someone doesn't want you to get better."

Although she started learning medicine in her thirties, she studied under a famous doctor who was famous throughout the world at that time, and she had been seeing patients for many years. Xiao Yuluan felt that her medical skills were not bad. Even if she could not be considered a miracle doctor, she had achieved some success.

In Xiao Yuluan's opinion, her nephew's leg condition was definitely not as serious as the imperial physician said. He was young and had been in good health. Even if he had been kneeling for a few days, he would be able to recover about 80% to 90% with proper care.

Xiao Ji's face turned pale instantly, and the veins on his hand, which was resting on the armrest, bulged. Zhao Tong, who was listening silently, was also shocked. "Isn't the Chief Judge of the Imperial Hospital an official of His Majesty's?"

"Yes, he is the emperor's man, hahahaha."

The young man sneered, his face showing a mixture of laughter and tears. He knew that the emperor was no longer the father who loved him as before. He could not blame the emperor for abolishing his position as crown prince, but why did he lie to him even on this point?

Do you really hope that he will be depressed and unhappy for the rest of his life?

Are you so afraid that he will rise again and seize his throne?

The expression on the boy's face was a little ferocious for a moment, but when he caught a glimpse of the phoenix eyes full of concern on the side, the irritability in his heart slowly subsided.

But it was precisely because of seeing Qingwu that Xiao Ji felt that Xiao Yuancheng was going too far. This was not just a lie, it would really affect his life.

If Qing Wu hadn't come to his side, like bright and gentle sunshine, bringing hope to him and his group, he would inevitably have been depressed for a year or two. Even if he could finally come to his senses, it would never happen so quickly. It would be more likely that -

He became depressed, then fearful, and unwilling to walk for rehabilitation. In the end, even though he could have recovered as before, he was actually lame.

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty is your biological father. Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs..."

Zhao Tong was also in a panic. He knew that His Majesty was old and no longer the same as before, but he had also witnessed how His Majesty loved his master over the years. Who could accept such a hurtful fact all of a sudden?

Only Xiao Yuluan sneered. There is no father and son in the royal family. Who taught her little nephew... Xiao Yuluan suddenly stopped. This deposed prince was once the legitimate son of the queen, and the empress seemed to be from the Yang family?

Xiao Yuluan couldn't help but look at this nephew. She had only taken a quick glance at him before and thought that this nephew was handsome. Now, after a closer look, she realized that his straight nose, the subtle curve on the bridge of his nose, and his lips were indeed the characteristics passed down from generation to generation in the Yang family.

At least that mouth was exactly the same as hers when she was young, and of course exactly the same as her mother, the empress.

She suddenly felt that this nephew was more pleasing to the eye.

Well, he should be considered a member of the Yang family.

Xiao Yuluan has always been casual and her likes and dislikes change at a moment's notice. When she first came, she didn't care much about this nephew. Later, because of the relationship between her and her apprentice, she felt that he liked her a little more. Now, because the blood of the Yang family is thicker in his veins, she likes him a little.

Looking at Xiao Ji, whose eyes were red with anger, she finally felt some sympathy for the younger generation, "It's okay now."

Xiao Yuluan's tone softened and she patted Xiao Ji's shoulder. "With me here, I guarantee you'll be alive and kicking in three months."

Xiao Ji looked up at the old woman, and a surge of hope and warmth surged in his heart. He nodded heavily, "Thank you for your help, grandma."

"Since you became Qingwu's husband, I can only take care of you."

This was said without ambiguity. If Xiao Ji was just the deposed prince and not Qingwu's husband, grandma would only look at him a little more, just a glance.

There are too many descendants who are related to her by blood, and blood relationship alone is not enough to make her take action.

Hearing these words, Xiao Ji couldn't help but look at Qing Wu with gratitude. His wife had once again brought him good luck, and his Qing Qing was her great benefactor.

Facing the grateful and loving eyes, Qingwu pursed her lips and felt a little embarrassed. Fortunately, her grandma handed her a porcelain bottle, and she hurriedly took it.

Xiao Yuluan took out a small celadon bottle from the cloth bag (in ancient times, there were shoulder bags) slung across her body and said, "Use this medicated oil for massage first. It should be enough for three days." Then she handed the bottle to Qingwu, "You come and give Xiao Ji a massage."

Qing Wu took the medicine bottle and poured it neatly into her palm to warm it before applying it on Xiao Ji's legs. As soon as she smelled the strong medicinal fragrance, she knew it was a good thing.

Xiao Yuluan stood aside, watching her apprentice's skillful movements, and couldn't help but nod secretly, thinking that her careful guidance over the years had not been in vain.

When Qingwu found the acupuncture point and started to massage, Xiao Ji's forehead was sweating from the pain, but he didn't say a word. He didn't know why, but he was always a little nervous in front of his grandmother.

However, Xiao Yuluan thought her disciple was caring for her husband and was reluctant to use force. "If you use a little force, the blood clot inside won't dissolve, and your leg will never be in good shape."

Qing Wu gritted his teeth and increased the strength in his hands. Xiao Ji groaned, his fingers tightly gripping the armrest of the chair.

Watching the medicinal oil gradually seep into the skin, staining the fair calves with a layer of bluish-brown oil, Xiao Yuluan nodded, looked at Zhao Tong and instructed: "Go get a pen and paper. I'll write down the herbs, and you go get them."

Zhao Tong subconsciously responded with "Yeah", and only came back to his senses after he left the main hall.

Huh? Why did he obey the old woman's orders so obediently, unconsciously, from the bottom of his heart...

Zhao Tong shook his head, vaguely understanding the meaning of his master's words, but now was not the time to think about it. He led Xiao Yuluan and said, "Old Madam, please come this way. The master's desk is over here."

Hearing this title, Xiao Yuluan paused, feeling a little uncomfortable, and said, "Don't call me old lady, call me Madam Yu."

Qing Wu, who was massaging Xiao Ji, was slightly startled. It was also the first time she heard her grandma say her name, even if it was only one word. But she soon returned to normal. It didn't matter what her grandma's name was, as long as it was grandma.

Sitting on the chair, Xiao Ji silently memorized the word "Yu" in his heart, thinking of sending someone to inquire whether there were any rebellious female doctors in any of the aristocratic Chinese medicine families in Beijing.

Xiao Yuluan naturally stayed in the palace that night. The two Zhu'ers knew that the grandmother their master had been thinking about had arrived, so they quickly cleaned up the side hall and rooms and made proper arrangements for her.

After Qing Wu finished washing up, she walked out holding her usual pillow. Xiao Jizhuang, who had just returned from the side hall after washing up, immediately grabbed her wrist and asked, "Qingqing, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to sleep with grandma."

Qingwu blinked, looking as if it was a matter of course.

Xiao Ji was silent for a moment, and then said a little aggrievedly: "What about me?" Ever since grandma got off the horse, the lady no longer had eyes for him. She left him on the ridge of the field during the day.

"You... of course you sleep alone." Qing Wu said it naturally, but after seeing the boy's eyes full of grievance, his tone finally softened, "I haven't seen grandma for a long time..."

Before he finished speaking, a light cough suddenly came from the doorway of the other side hall. Xiao Yuluan poked her head out from the door frame, her silver hair loose, and said with a teasing smile, "You're so old, and you still cling to grandma to sleep?"

Qing Wu's face suddenly turned red, but he still insisted: "Grandma, I miss you, don't I?"

Oh, these words touched Xiao Yuluan's heart so sweetly that she quickly walked over, hugged Qingwu in her arms, and hugged and clung to him, feeling so sweet.

She used to pay too little attention to her daughter and was only concerned with fighting for power and profit, which led to her daughter's early death.

Later, when he left Beijing and traveled around the world, he met Qingwu. Naturally, he poured all his love for his daughter into her.

That’s not all, because of the age difference and generation gap, there’s a little more love and affection.

Looking at the intimacy between the old and the young, Xiao Ji's grievance slowly dissipated. He was sincerely happy for his wife to have such loving relatives.

But what Xiao Ji didn't know was that the look he gave the two of them was filled not only with tenderness and joy, but also with deep envy.