Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi froze on the spot, thinking to himself, "Has Sheng'er lost her memory?"
"Sheng... Third Sister, I am your husband."
"What proof do you have?" Zhu San Niang naturally didn't believe it.
She grabbed Zhao Yi's clothes from the bed and threw them at him, angrily saying, "You...you put on some clothes first!"
As Zhao Yi dressed himself, he strode briskly toward the outside of the hall.
"I'll go and fetch the imperial physician right away." He stepped out of the hall, quickly glanced at the imperial physician who had been waiting outside, and gestured for him to follow him.
The imperial physician, filled with doubt, stood trembling to the side with his head bowed.
"Does Zhu San Niang show any signs of poisoning?" Zhao Yi asked.
"No," the imperial physician replied.
"Could the location of her injury have caused her amnesia?" Zhao Yi continued to press.
"Amnesia?" The imperial physician looked up at Zhao Yi in surprise, then hurriedly lowered his head and replied, "Your Majesty, although the connection between a person's injury and memory is not usually direct, there are indeed a few exceptions, especially in the chest, where the heart meridians converge."
Traditional Chinese medicine states that the heart governs the mind; damage to the mind can affect a person's consciousness and memory.
However, this situation is extremely rare, and usually occurs when the injury is extremely severe, damaging the tiny nerves near the heart, or due to intense pain, fright, or other extreme emotional fluctuations, leading to disordered blood and qi, mental confusion, and consequently, indirectly affecting memory.
"If Zhu San Niang's amnesia is truly caused by the chest injury, then the injury is probably not just a physical wound, but may also involve internal organ tremors or extremely fine blood vessel rupture, affecting the circulation of qi and blood, and even causing mental restlessness."
But Your Majesty, please rest assured that such amnesia is mostly temporary. As the injuries heal and the mind calms down, the memory will often gradually return.
However, the degree and time of recovery vary from person to person and cannot be generalized.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi's anxiety lessened slightly, but he was still not completely at ease. He said softly, "No matter what, you must do everything in your power to save her. Use the best medicine and find the best methods to make sure she recovers completely. If you can't cure her, I'll answer to you with my head!"
Upon hearing this, the imperial physician readily agreed, secretly vowing to do his utmost to live up to the emperor's favor.
The imperial physician examined Zhu Sanniang and found that the wound on her chest had reopened, so he prepared to re-bandage her.
"You may step back, I will take over," Zhao Yi instructed.
"Your old minister obeys the decree." The imperial physician acknowledged the order and withdrew.
"Are you really my husband?" Zhu Sanniang looked at Zhao Yi with clear eyes, half believing his words. "That old minister was very respectful to you just now. Are you an official?"
Zhao Yi hummed in agreement, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Third Sister is quite adorable." He took off his boots and climbed onto the bed, gently supporting Zhu San Niang's shoulders. He said softly, "It might hurt a little, but please bear with it."
Zhao Yi gently untied the bandage wrapped around Zhu San Niang's chest. Zhu San Niang lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, like a shy butterfly about to take flight.
Whenever Zhao Yi's fingers inadvertently touched her skin, she would tremble slightly involuntarily, and two blushes would quickly rise on her cheeks, like peach blossoms in early spring, delicate and beautiful.
"Don't be afraid, it will be over soon." Zhao Yi's deep and magnetic voice came from beside her ear, like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, causing ripples to spread in Zhu San Niang's heart.
"You... in your household, do you only have me as your wife?" she mustered her courage and asked.
"Um."
"Oh." Zhu San Niang felt a little excited.
"Are we... are we very close?" she asked again.
Zhao Yi didn't answer her. The wound on her back had been treated and the medicine had been reapplied. He supported her shoulders, helping her lie down gently, then knelt beside her, bowing his head to treat the wound on her chest.
"Hey, why aren't you saying anything?"
Zhu San Niang pressed on, unwilling to give up.
Only after the bandages were properly rewrapped did Zhao Yi raise his head again, gently take Zhu San Niang's hand, and softly reply, "San Niang, let bygones be bygones. From now on, I will always be by your side."
Zhu Sanniang looked up at the man kneeling above her; the affection in his eyes seemed genuine.
"you......"
But why is this person's face getting bigger and bigger?
"Mmm, why did you kiss... me..."
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