"You bold slave, what nonsense are you talking about?" Li Zhuo looked at the little eunuch who ran over, his face full of anger.
The little prince that the young eunuch was talking about was the child of Li Zhuo and Concubine Chen, and also his youngest and most beloved child - Li Xiang.
Concubine Chen was deeply loved by Li Zhuo, but unfortunately she was short-lived. She had a difficult delivery when giving birth to Li Xiang. The child was saved, but she died.
It is precisely because of this that Li Zhuo loves Li Xiang so much, and perhaps he pours all his longing for Concubine Chen on Li Xiang.
Now when he heard that Li Xiang's life was in danger, Li Zhuo panicked.
"Hurry up and go to Xiaoxiang Garden!"
A group of people hurriedly ran to Xiaoxiang Garden, leaving Lu Chen standing there with an embarrassed look on his face.
"In this situation, should I leave or not?"
Just as Lu Chen was wondering if he would be in danger if he walked out so arrogantly, the eunuch who had just sentenced him came back with a flattering smile on his face, bowed and nodded at him, and said, "Master Lu, what are you waiting for here? Come with me."
Lu Chen looked at the other person in confusion and said, "Huh? Where should I go?"
"Look at what you're saying. You're a Master, and His Majesty has said that if the imperial doctors are helpless against the little prince's illness, then you'll be asked to help."
What?
I'm the one who prays for rain, flatters people, and cures children's illnesses?!
This is a feudal dynasty, right? I'm working three jobs, right? Even 996 isn't this harsh. Even capitalists would be awed by it.
Treating patients in the palace is also a high-risk job. Lu Chen was thinking in his mind as he walked. If he was really asked to take action after arriving at the place, he would pretend to do something and then give an ambiguous explanation.
"I'm not some imperial physician. Besides, I've already prayed for the rain. Even if I can't cure the disease, you can't be too harsh on me, right?"
Thinking of this, Lu Chen, led by the young eunuch, took many turns and arrived at the gate of Xiaoxiang Courtyard.
At this moment, Xiaoxiang Courtyard was already full of people kneeling, including eunuchs, palace maids, and some doctors from the Imperial Hospital.
Seeing Li Zhuo come in, the group all shouted "Long live!" Li Zhuo waved his hands irritably and said, "Let's forget about these formalities. Someone please explain to me how Xiang'er is doing now."
An old man in his sixties with a head full of white hair climbed up from the ground. He bowed and came to Li Zhuo and said, "Your Majesty, the little prince is in a very bad condition now. His high fever has lasted intermittently for three hours and is now out of control. If this continues, I'm afraid..."
The imperial physician didn't dare to finish his words, but his meaning was very clear: if the fever continued like this, the patient would definitely die.
After hearing this, Li Zhuo's face became extremely ugly.
Li Zhuo was heartbroken that he failed to save his beloved concubine. Now even the child left by Concubine Chen might leave him. How could Li Zhuo accept this?
Even though Li Zhuo was known for his kindness, he gritted his teeth and said fiercely, "No matter the cost, we must save the little prince's life!"
After saying this, he stared at the eunuchs and palace maids present and said, "How did the little prince get sick? Why didn't anyone tell me? What are all of you doing serving him all day? You're a bunch of useless people! If anything happens to the little prince, you will all be buried with him!"
Since ancient times, palace maids and eunuchs have had few human rights. When they heard what Li Zhuo said, they were frightened to death.
They believed that Li Zhuo would really let them be buried alive!
Even the imperial physician beside him was sweating profusely at this moment.
Although Li Zhuo is not making things difficult for them now, what if the disease really cannot be cured?
Even if Li Zhuo really wants to chop them to pieces, they won't have any temper at all.
Fortunately, these imperial doctors were able to treat the royal family in the palace, and they were all very skilled.
What we are saying here is not how skilled their medical skills are, but that when they face such situations, they all have their own set of life-saving excuses.
Putting aside whether the disease can be cured, at least we can ensure that they will not be implicated.
The imperial physician who had just spoken spoke again, "Your Majesty, the little prince's pulse is weak and short, clearly indicating he's frightened. In my opinion, we should find a few sorcerers to perform a ritual; perhaps it will be effective."
The imperial physician's words were meant to tell Li Zhuo that the little prince's illness was not an illness at all, but rather a result of being frightened out of his wits.
It's useless to ask the imperial physician for this kind of thing, as his expertise is not suitable. We should ask monks, Taoist priests or the like to come and help.
Your problem isn't even a disease, so you can't blame us for not being able to cure it, right? Even the emperor has to be reasonable!
Although the emperor was extremely wealthy, he lacked relevant knowledge in his professional field and could only accept whatever others said.
Since he was frightened, of course he would find a monk or Taoist priest to summon the spirit. Furthermore, Li Zhuo was so worried that he didn't think much about it. He immediately ordered the eunuch beside him, "Go, get the people from the Imperial Observatory to come over. Then, post an imperial decree, searching the entire capital for talented people. Anyone who can cure the little prince's illness will be rewarded handsomely!"
Upon hearing this, all the imperial doctors breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the blame was off their shoulders.
Lu Chen stood aside and looked at Li Zhuo with some sympathy.
As a modern man, and a former gold medal salesman, he could naturally understand the words of the imperial doctors.
I guess this little prince is finished.
"Poor thing! He finally got reborn into the royal family, but he died after only enjoying it for a few days. What a loss!"
"But what does this have to do with me? I'm just one of the millions of ordinary time travelers, mastering a tiny bit of technology that's beyond the reach of this era. I can easily make some black powder, but healing isn't my forte."
Thinking this in his mind, Lu Chen took two steps back. He didn't want to get involved in something that even the imperial physician couldn't handle.
But often things happen to people. Just as Lu Chen was considering an excuse to leave, Prince Duan suddenly bowed to Li Zhuo and said, "Your Majesty, you are too concerned. We already have a master among us. Why go to such a distant place?"
Prince Duan bowed to Lu Chen and said, "Master Lu, please use your magic to save the little prince."
Lu Chen, who had already retreated to the gate of the yard, suddenly stopped.
Being stared at by so many people in the yard, his scalp tingled while he roared in his heart, "Fuck you, what on earth do you have against me, old man? I'm praying for rain and curing illnesses, do you really think I'm Doraemon?"
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