Kangxi thought that his words had given Yinzhi enough face.
Old Ten, that honest and simple-minded fellow, would never frame someone without reason.
Since he said it, it's obviously true.
Moreover, Yinzhi himself admitted that Yintang fainted because of him. Regardless of the reason, he was the elder brother, yet he shirked responsibility after his younger brother fainted, which Kangxi found very distasteful.
At such a young age, he is already quite shrewd. Does his son really need to live like this?
The imperial physicians pretended not to see the legal battle between Emperor Kangxi and his son, Yinzhi.
The court physician who had prescribed the antidote for Yinreng last time was once again stepped forward by his colleagues and subordinates to report the truth to Emperor Kangxi.
"Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince has developed an ear infection and is currently in a coma with a high fever. His condition is critical. After consulting with other physicians, we are unable to treat him and can only try to alleviate his pain," the Imperial Physician said, forcing himself to speak.
"Yin Tang was lively and healthy a few days ago, how could he suddenly become seriously ill?" Kangxi did not expect that the doctor's words were a death sentence for Yin Tang's condition.
The court judge pursed his lips: "Some diseases are not easily detected in their early stages, and by the time they are discovered, they are already terminal. We are guilty."
The imperial physicians knelt down in unison with the chief physician; their medical skills were inadequate, and they were indeed guilty.
Kangxi was not a tyrant. He looked at Yinzhen, who was frowning in pain, with concern: "Even though Xiao Jiu has fainted, he is still in so much pain. He must be suffering."
Yinzhi's heart skipped a beat, his eyes reddened with fear, and he clenched his hands in panic, regretting his argument with Yinzhi.
Even though everyone knew that Yinzhen had fainted because he was ill, his condition might not have been so serious without his provocative words.
The Emperor always doted on Consort Yi, and Yinzhen was Consort Yi's most beloved son.
Then how much anger should he receive?
Yinreng had been pondering this ever since he heard the physician describe Yintang's condition.
Just as he was about to walk to Kangxi's side, Consort Yi arrived, having changed into light clothes and wearing embroidered flat shoes.
"Your Majesty, how is my little Jiu?" Consort Yi saw the imperial physicians kneeling down at the door, and her legs went weak.
Her little Jiu, is she gone?
Emperor Kangxi quickly helped Consort Yi up: "Xiao Jiu is alright. Xiao Jiu is so robust, how could anything happen to him? He had a high fever, but the imperial physician gave him a few doses of medicine and he'll be fine."
"Your Majesty, please don't deceive me. If Xiao Jiu had simply told me, your expression wouldn't be so grave. The last time I saw you like this was when the Crown Prince was poisoned while saving you. Your Majesty, please allow me to change Xiao Jiu's clothes." Consort Yi held a small bundle in her hand.
"Consort Yi, with the imperial physicians here, Xiao Jiu's condition will be brought under control. Don't panic. This is the nightgown I brought for Xiao Jiu, right? Change him into it. His school clothes have tight buttons and are uncomfortable. Thank goodness you thought of that. I'm outside discussing with the imperial physicians. I'll take care of everything." Kangxi couldn't bring himself to say the word "treatment."
Consort Yi, who was adept at understanding people's hearts, could easily understand the unspoken meaning behind Kangxi's words.
Consort Yi turned to look at Yin Tang in despair. He had been lively and energetic when she left in the morning, asking her to add a dessert to his lunch. Now, the little boy was curled up in a ball, his forehead covered in sweat, and he was probably in just as much sweat.
The gloomy and stifling atmosphere inside weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
Yinreng gritted his teeth and stepped forward: "Father, I'm afraid my ninth brother's illness is difficult to treat with traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture. I heard that an Italian missionary came to the capital some time ago. He is an expert in surgery and has a good reputation in Italy. Why don't we summon him to the palace to treat my ninth brother together with the imperial physicians?"
From the moment Yinreng stepped forward to speak, Yinzhen knew what he was going to say and felt nervous and worried for him.
He stared nervously at Kangxi's face, fearing that Kangxi would scold Yinreng for worshipping foreign things and forgetting his ancestors.
Emperor Kangxi always politely declined foreign missionaries, believing that all lands outside the Qing Dynasty were uncivilized.
How could their medical skills compare to the medical techniques that the Qing Dynasty had inherited for thousands of years?
Emperor Kangxi did not speak, but the imperial physicians spoke first.
"Your Highness, this is absolutely unacceptable. The foreigners are still uncivilized; they don't care much about food, drink, or clothing. How could they possibly understand such exquisite medical techniques? The Ninth Prince's precious body must not be touched by foreigners."
"Yes, yes. Your Highness may not know, but foreigners' medical skills are crude. They may be able to fool the thick-skinned people there, but it won't work in the Great Qing."
It wasn't that the imperial physicians were incompetent and pedantic; rather, in the minds of the Qing people, foreigners were like monkeys whose fur hadn't been completely removed.
They were imperial physicians, and prescribing medicine for the royal family required consultations of three to five doctors, going through layers of medical records.
Foreigners who come to the Qing Dynasty can't even speak the local language, so how can they treat the Ninth Prince's illness?
Even if you're going to die, you should die with dignity.
The imperial physicians vehemently opposed Yinreng's suggestion, their words impassioned, utterly dismissing Yinreng's good intentions and stomping on them.
Yinreng didn't even glance at them, leaving the decision to Kangxi.
Kangxi's thoughts were exactly the same as those of the imperial physicians, but Yinreng was never one to speak recklessly.
"Your Majesty, I have something to say." After unbuttoning Yinzhen's clothes, Consort Yi stood up from the bedside and walked to Kangxi.
"Consort Yi?" Kangxi asked.
"Your Excellency, I ask you, are you powerless to help the Ninth Prince's illness?" Consort Yi said in a menacing tone.
The court judge lowered his eyes and bowed his head, then clasped his hands in a gesture of respect to Consort Yi: "We are incompetent and cannot prescribe the right medicine."
"Then let me ask you more bluntly, is there no hope for the Ninth Prince?" Consort Yi really dared to say anything.
Emperor Kangxi used to like her straightforward temperament, but now he is worried about it.
The judge bowed even lower, saying, "Your Majesty, we are incompetent."
"I know you have done your best. You are the best doctors in the Qing Dynasty. The palace has a vast collection of medical books and prescriptions. If even you say you are incompetent, I'm afraid even if we post imperial edicts outside, we won't find anyone capable," Consort Yi said calmly.
If Consort Yi were to scold the Imperial Physician, the Physician would feel a little better.
But Consort Yi's thoughtfulness only made him feel more guilty.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I do not know the Italian missionary the Crown Prince mentioned. However, we have never seen the Ninth Prince's illness before, nor do we know of any cure for it. The Ninth Prince is suffering from an acute illness, and I am willing to assist that missionary in treating the Ninth Prince." After struggling for a moment, the court official took the initiative to ask Emperor Kangxi to summon the missionary.
Consort Yi knelt down at the same time: "Your Majesty, Xiao Jiu is the son I gave birth to after surviving countless hardships. I have cherished him dearly since he was a child. Now that the imperial physicians are helpless, let us try the Crown Prince's suggestion. Even if it still doesn't work, at least we have done our best."
At some point, Yinzhen stood beside Yinreng, keeping him company.
"Father, when I left the palace, I heard that the missionary was traveling through the alleys of Beijing and curing the illnesses of many poor people. A foreigner who can cross the ocean to reach the Qing Dynasty must have something extraordinary about him," Yinzhen said.
Apart from Yinreng, Yinzhen, Consort Yi, and the Imperial Physician, the others remained silent and dared not offer any further opinions.
Emperor Kangxi had his hands behind his waist, and his left thumb was constantly rubbing the jade thumb ring on his right thumb.
"Send it over," Kangxi said.
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