Chapter 148 This is a heart disease
In the warm room, the aroma of medicine seemed to be made more intense by some invisible heat.
Liang Weiyuan had no idea what kind of storm her words had stirred up in someone's heart.
She thought for a while, then turned to Ye Zhonglin and said.
"Mr. Ye, please write out a detailed list of the medicinal ingredients I just mentioned."
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Ye Zhonglin responded readily, but his eyes shifted subtly between Liang Weiyuan and Huo Jinjian, with a knowing smile on his lips.
Liang Weiyuan nodded and walked out calmly.
The moon-white skirt brushed past the threshold and disappeared in the light and shadow of the corridor.
Only when the figure had completely disappeared did Huo Jin let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
He maintained his posture leaning on the couch, his jawline tense, trying to calm the beating of his heart in his chest.
Again and again, as heavy and clear as the beating of a drum.
Something is so wrong.
His heart had never been beating so fast.
This is definitely not the physical weakness and palpitations that one should have after recovering from a serious injury.
He frowned, forcibly suppressing his restlessness, trying to make his voice sound calm and steady, and turned to the leisurely Ye Zhonglin: "Mr. Ye."
Ye Zhonglin paused and looked up at him: "Hmm? What are your orders, General?"
Seeing his gloomy eyes, Huo Jin asked word by word:
"My heart and pulse are disturbed, my breathing is rapid, and I feel hot all over."
He paused. "Are these symptoms caused by the remaining poison? Or are they some unknown sequelae?"
The warm room suddenly became so quiet that only the slight crackling of the charcoal fire could be heard.
Ye Zhonglin stared at Huo Jin's handsome face and was stunned for three breaths.
"Puff—cough cough!" Doctor Ye finally couldn't hold it in and choked and coughed. He quickly put his fist against his mouth, his shoulders hunched suspiciously.
After a long while, he managed to suppress his smile, cleared his throat, and tried to make his voice sound serious.
He slowly put down the medicine box, walked to Huo Jinjian's bed, pretended to stretch out his fingers to touch his wrist pulse, and then shook his head seriously:
"Reporting to the General," Ye Zhonglin said in a long tone, "As for the pulse... there are indeed some 'abnormal movements'. However..."
"This disease is definitely not a residual poison, nor is it a sequelae."
"In my humble opinion—" He could no longer suppress the curve of his lips, and a playful yet knowing smile spread across his face. "This is a 'heart disease'. No medicine can cure it. Only a 'troublemaker' can cure it."
He nodded meaningfully in the direction Liang Weiyuan left, and the mockery in his eyes almost overflowed.
Huo Jin saw: "..."
In the bedroom of the Eastern Palace, Crown Prince Li Yunheng woke up from his coma. The first thing he felt was an unfamiliar dull pain spreading from his lower abdomen.
He frowned slightly, his long eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.
"Your Highness is awake?"
The old doctor knelt beside the bed, his voice trembling, but his head buried very low.
Li Yunheng wanted to respond, but found his throat so dry and painful that he could only nod slightly.
The palace maid immediately brought warm honey water, and the attendant carefully lifted the back of his neck.
After the warm water moistened his throat, Li Yunheng was finally able to speak: "I am..."
Before he could finish his words, he tried to move his legs. A sharp pain suddenly hit him, and his face instantly lost its color.
The old doctor's hands trembled slightly: "Your Highness accidentally injured himself when he fell off his horse..."
He swallowed the words back and said something more tactful, "You've injured your meridians. You need to rest for a while."
Li Yunheng lowered his eyes.
He silently lifted a corner of the quilt and saw his legs that were properly fixed and an unspeakable injury.
The prince's fingertips trembled, but soon returned to calm.
"Doctor," his voice was still gentle, though a little deeper than usual, "you can speak freely."
The bedroom was so quiet that one could hear the sound of dripping water from the copper leak.
The old doctor rested his forehead against the cold gold brick, his voice choked with sobs, "I am incompetent. Your Highness is injured in a vital part. I am afraid, I am afraid that I will never be able to do humane things in the future..."
Li Yunheng was stunned.
The teacup in his hand suddenly shattered, and the porcelain fragments pierced his palm without him noticing.
At this moment, those eyes were like the surface of a frozen lake, terrifyingly calm.
After a long moment, he gently closed his eyes, his Adam's apple rolling up and down: "I understand. If even a single word of what I said today gets out..."
The hall was dead silent. The imperial physician was trembling all over, his forehead resting on the ground without raising his head.
After the imperial physician was dragged out lifelessly, the attendant came forward with a red sandalwood box: "Your Highness, the second son of the Huo family donated a hundred-year-old blood ginseng..."
The red silk was lifted up, revealing the dark red ginseng body.
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