Chapter 238 Taking the Pulse
The expected bitterness did not come; instead, a cool, sweet taste with a bubbly sensation exploded on the tip of the tongue.
Huo Lin suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils contracted, and his face was filled with shock.
The sweetness wasn't just pure cane sugar; it was mixed with a cool temperature, sliding down my throat and instantly washing away the greasiness of the fried chicken.
【Um, what... what is this?】
[Icy and sweet, with bubbles.]
The texture is really weird, but...
He subconsciously took another sip.
Glug.
A large gulp of cola slid down my throat, and the sensation of the bubbles jumping in my esophagus became even more pronounced.
[Wow, that feels so good!]
This isn't traditional Chinese medicine; it's the antidote to my weary life.
Huo Lin's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the resistance in his eyes was instantly replaced by curiosity.
The little voice inside him was already giving it a thumbs up.
Jiang Huan watched as Huo Lin gradually became conquered by the cola, and a smug smile appeared on her lips.
How could such a combination of delicious and irresistible flavors possibly have any room for being unpalatable?
No one can resist the allure of fried chicken and cola, not even people in ancient times.
"How about it? I didn't lie to you, did I?" she asked, raising an eyebrow with a hint of pride in her voice.
Huo Lin put down his bowl, his ears turning slightly red, and cleared his throat, trying to appear calm.
"Hmm... I misunderstood." His voice was low, but the light in his eyes betrayed him.
Just then, Wang Degui's respectful voice came from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Imperial Physician Zhang has come to check on your health."
"Send it over," Huo Lin said calmly, quickly concealing the curiosity on his face and regaining his usual composure.
Soon, Physician Zhang entered carrying his medicine chest and bowed respectfully.
"Your humble servant greets Your Majesty and Your Majesty."
Huo Lin waved his hand, "No need for formalities."
Physician Zhang immediately stepped forward, held his breath, and carefully examined Huo Lin's pulse.
After a moment, he withdrew his hand: "Your Majesty is in good health, and your pulse is steady and strong. However, you have a slight case of liver fire. I will prescribe a formula to clear the heart and reduce the fire, which should be sufficient to regulate your condition."
Huo Lin nodded, seemingly unconcerned.
After examining Huo Lin, Physician Zhang turned to Jiang Huan and respectfully said, "Your Majesty, please allow me to take your pulse as well."
Jiang Huan did as instructed and placed her wrist on the pulse pillow.
This time, Huo Lin didn't keep his distance. He glanced at the person casually and unconsciously straightened his posture a little.
【Physician Zhang, examine me carefully, take a look... see if there's anything...】
A sense of tension welled up inside him, mixed with a secret anticipation.
[Could it already be there?]
[The Emperor and her child...]
Huo Lin's thoughts drifted away involuntarily, his eyes softened, and a silly smile even appeared on his lips.
However, his bright vision of the future was interrupted halfway through by Physician Zhang's withdrawn hand.
He respectfully said, "Your Majesty's pulse is steady, your blood and energy are abundant, and you are in good health."
[Hmm? Why didn't I hear "Congratulations, Your Majesty"?]
"Didn't they find anything? Is it because my child is too well-behaved and quiet, affecting the imperial physician's judgment?"
"We've been together for so long, she shouldn't still be pregnant."
Wait, could it be me...?
A terrible thought suddenly popped into my head.
[I hope there's something wrong with me!]
Huo Lin was struck dumb.
[Impossible, absolutely impossible.]
"My health is so good."
[Could it be that I haven't tried hard enough? Or am I doing it wrong? It must be that I haven't done enough research!]
Countless chaotic thoughts flashed through Huo Lin's mind in an instant.
Listening to the rich inner monologue he was having, Jiang Huan really wanted to poke his head and complain.
Is it really necessary to doubt everything and everyone, to the point that you yourself have a problem?
Besides, if he has problems in that area, are there any men in this world who don't?
Every night I'm like a starving wolf...
She was inwardly fuming, but her cheeks were slightly flushed.
Does it really matter whether she has a child or not? The imperial physician said she's in good health, so what's the rush?
Thinking it over, he nodded to Physician Zhang and said, "Thank you for your trouble, Physician Zhang."
Physician Zhang quickly bowed and said, "It is my duty. I shall take my leave."
After saying that, he picked up his medicine box and quickly left.
Only Jiang Huan and Huo Lin remained in the hall.
Huo Lin was still immersed in the panic of self-doubt, his expression changing unpredictably.
Seeing his absent-minded look, Jiang Huan deliberately picked up a piece of fried chicken and offered it to Huo Lin's mouth.
"Your Majesty, what are you thinking about? The fried chicken will get cold if we don't eat it soon."
Huo Lin was startled awake by her movements. Looking at the golden fried chicken in front of him and then at Jiang Huan's bright smile, the panic in his heart subsided a little.
[Yes, I'm definitely fine; it's just that the time isn't right!]
【Um! 】
He forced himself to cheer up, opened his mouth and took a bite of fried chicken, chewing mechanically, but his eyes were still somewhat unfocused.
No, we still need to investigate this further.
What if it's a technical issue?
[I remember there might be a book like that in the archives...]
Well, it's gotten to the point where we have to find study materials.
Jiang Huan really wanted him to stop his increasingly erratic thinking.
But seeing his absent-minded look, he finally shook his head helplessly.
Forget it, let him figure it out himself.
After eating the fried chicken, Huo Lin got up and went to the Imperial Study to handle government affairs.
However, as he sat behind his large desk, looking at the mountain of memorials, he couldn't concentrate at all.
The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. Finally, he could no longer bear it and dismissed all the palace servants who were serving him in the hall.
"You may all leave."
"Yes." The palace servants filed out, and the palace doors were gently closed.
Huo Lin immediately put down his vermilion brush, took a deep breath, and looked around furtively like a thief to make sure no one was there before opening a locked cabinet at the bottom of the imperial desk.
He rarely opens this cabinet; it contains things that are, well… not convenient to show to others.
He opened the cabinet and took out a booklet wrapped tightly in bright yellow brocade.
The booklet has a simple, old-fashioned binding, and there are no words on the cover.
Huo Lin's fingertips trembled slightly, and his ears turned crimson at a visible speed.
He took a deep breath and turned to the first page.
hiss--
The moment Huo Lin saw the contents, he gasped and his eyes widened in shock.
This...this drawing is just too...too...
Sigh, all of this is for research, for their bright future.
Yes! He's doing something serious!
While encouraging himself, Huo Lin suppressed his embarrassment and turned the pages one by one.
The various postures depicted on the pages were bold and explicit, far exceeding his meager imagination.
Each picture seemed to have a hook attached to it, making his heart pound like a drum and his blood rush to his head.
So that's how it can be done?
This pose looks so difficult, won't she get tired?
Huo Lin felt his face burning, as if he were in a steamer.
He subconsciously brought his legs together, trying to hide the strangeness in his body, but he couldn't help but imagine himself and Jiang Huan.
The imagery was so vivid and impactful that it made him feel dizzy and his face turned yellow.
Calm down, Huo Lin.
You are the emperor, you must remain composed!
Just as Huo Lin was blushing and his mind was racing, there was a knock on the door.
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