The imperial physician was puzzled.

Could it be that Concubine Ji really has special skills and is a rare miracle doctor in the world?

In the eyes of people in the palace, Concubine Ji is almost omnipotent.

She has a photographic memory and is proficient in medical skills.

What's more, it was rumored that she knew witchcraft and could easily seduce the emperor.

The imperial physician originally scoffed at these nonsense, thinking it was just gossip among the palace people.

After witnessing the magical effect of the triangular sachet with his own eyes today, the balance in the imperial physician's heart began to tilt.

...Aren’t those rumors about Concubine Ji groundless?

"Xiao Cheng, bring the sachet here so I can take a closer look." The imperial physician instructed.

Xiahou Cheng silently untied the knot on the sachet and let the imperial physician see what was inside.

The flowers and plants in the sachets have hardly been processed and remain the same as they originally looked.

They are not processed in any way, not crushed or trimmed, just simply mixed together.

——They are indeed some wild grasses and flowers. Their medicinal effects are minimal and they are almost never used as medicines. Ninety-nine percent of them are not in the inventory of the Imperial Medical Bureau.

The imperial physician was silent.

After completing his apprenticeship, he did not doubt his medical skills for a long time.

Today, he was defeated by this pile of inconspicuous weeds.

Xiahou Cheng looked at him expectantly: "Did you see anything?"

The imperial physician said reluctantly: "...Mrs. Ji does have some skills."

So even he didn't see the secret?

Xiahou Cheng felt a little comforted and found that he was not that bad.

The imperial physician took Zhu Hanfei's pulse again.

After repeatedly confirming that the pulse was stable and without any abnormalities, the imperial physician shook his head and asked Xiahou Cheng to continue guarding Zhu Hanfei just in case.

After briefly explaining the matters to his subordinates, Zhu Hanxin returned to the door, his eyes never leaving the inner room.

Time passes by every second.

The time of a stick of incense seemed to be stretched countless times.

Finally, there was a sound coming from the inner room.

Zhu Hanfei's eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly struggling before breaking out of its cocoon.

Her eyes were confused for a few seconds, then became cold and sharp.

The patient suddenly sat up straight, startling Xiahou Cheng who was dozing off nearby.

Xiahou Cheng barely managed to catch the stool that was about to fall.

"Miss Zhu, you're awake..."

Zhu Hanfei turned her head.

Her lips were pressed into a straight line, her eyes were calm, and her pupils were as deep as night, like an abyss that could swallow people up.

In the time it took Xiahou Cheng to blink, Miss Zhu on the bed put on a smiling face again.

The coldness from before had completely disappeared, and now she was gentle and reserved.

"But you, my lord, rescued me? I thank you in advance."

Zhu Hanfei has a beautiful smile and a gentle voice.

Xiahou Cheng was stunned for a moment, then he smiled back and said, "Miss Zhu, you are too polite. It's just a small favor."

"Actually, this is not my credit. To be honest, I am just an apprentice with limited medical skills. I am not worthy of the title of 'Sir'."

"Your Excellency is too modest."

** Zhu ​​Hanfei covered her chest and asked with lingering fear: "I wonder what disease this minister has? The pain just now was like a knife cutting my heart. This minister has never experienced such an experience before."

Zhu Hanfei's big eyes were full of the light of curiosity.

Being stared at with such admiring eyes, Xiahou Cheng just felt uncomfortable.

How he wished he could solve this problem and give this girl a satisfactory answer.

Unfortunately, his medical skills were not good enough to find the cause of the disease.

...Perhaps only Ji Guiren knows? After all, she was the one who gave the recipe.

"Girl, your pulse is steady and strong, and there is no sign of any illness. Even the imperial physician has not found anything abnormal." Xiahou Cheng replied.

Zhu Hanfei pretended to be confused.

"Your Excellency said...I am fine?" She whispered, a little uncertain, "But why would I..."

Zhu Hanfei sorted out her thoughts and then asked, "May I ask, sir, what medicine did you give me before? Perhaps from that medicine, we can reversely infer the cause of the disease."

Zhu Hanfei knew her body very well - her disease was incurable.

From childhood to adulthood, there is only one smell that can give her a moment of peace and comfort.

The person who could create that flavor had died in the palace.

It is impossible for anyone in this world to replicate that unique formula.

Xiahou Cheng shook his head: "No medicine was used, this was used."

He took out the triangular sachet that exuded the scent of plants and trees.

Zhu Hanfei's pupils suddenly contracted and stuck to the sachet.

Yes, that’s the taste!

The pain has been with her since she was a child.

After the Zhu family bought her, they invited numerous famous doctors to treat her, but they were unable to find the cause of her illness.

The doctors all said that her pulse was healthy and she did not seem to have any chronic illness.

Her sister felt sorry for her and heard that herbs could relieve pain, so she made a sachet for her herself, hoping it would make her feel better.

How come the scent of this sachet in front of me is exactly the same as the one my sister made? ! !

Zhu Hanfei's facial muscles were trying hard to remain calm.

Xiahou Cheng stepped forward nervously, "...Girl? Girl, are you in pain again?"

He put the sachet into Zhu Hanfei's hand.

Zhu Hanfei took the sachet, sniffed it gently, and her complexion seemed to improve a little.

She smiled weakly and said, "Thank you, sir... This sachet has a very special smell. It makes me feel better as soon as I smell it. Could you tell me the formula for the sachet?"

Xiahou Cheng agreed immediately: "No problem, I'll write one for you now."

He turned and walked to the desk, picked up the pen and ink on the table, and began to write quickly.

Cyperus, Imperata, Scutellaria barbata…

Zhu Hanfei glanced at Xiahou Cheng's handwriting, and her heartbeat quickened with the rise and fall of the handwriting.

This is my sister's recipe!

No doctor would put these weeds together and use them as a prescription. It could only be given by my sister!

It was only her first day in the palace and she already had clues about her sister!

As Xiahou Cheng wrote, he said, "These herbs are not difficult to find outside the palace, but unfortunately their medicinal properties are too weak and the Imperial Hospital does not have them in stock. For now, I have only made a sachet like this."

Zhu Hanfei held the sachet tightly, and the coldness in her eyes was like condensed frost and snow.

Sister, why did you tell others the recipe of the sachet?

Still told a man.

Zhu Hanfei thought a lot, and the more she thought, the more she wanted to kill the apprentice in front of her.

She opened her red lips and said softly:

"The names of these herbs...are so unfamiliar. I have studied medicine for many years, but there are still many herbs that I don't know."

"Your Excellency's medical skills are unfathomable. It is really admirable that you can develop such a wonderful prescription on your own."

Xiahou Cheng quickly waved his hands, not daring to take any credit.

"Miss, you misunderstood. This recipe is not my original creation."

After writing about twenty names, Xiahou Cheng put down the ink pen and blew the words on the paper dry.

He handed the recipe to Zhu Hanfei and added, "The recipe was given to me by Concubine Ji. She said that if you encounter a concubine whose pulse is extremely inconsistent with her physical condition, you can try it."

All suspicions were shattered, and Zhu Hanfei's expression froze for a moment.

"…Mrs. Ji?"

Of course she knew the name.