Chapter 337 Career Waterloo
Qin Zhaoyue turned his gaze to the old man.
"Oh, isn't this an old acquaintance? Liao Yuanzheng, how are you these days?"
The last fake pregnancy incident caused the old doctor to be scolded by the Queen Mother, and she felt a little guilty about it.
She wanted to find an opportunity to compensate him, but he was already the director of the hospital and she had no say in his promotion; she wanted to give him some benefits... but she was reluctant to spend the money, so the matter was delayed.
When we meet again at this time, we should always give some face and smile.
Liao Qingyuan's heart started pounding at her kind greeting, and a layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his back.
The last time I diagnosed a baby with pregnancy, it turned out to be a huge mistake and I almost lost my life.
This time, just as I said categorically that the cause of the coma could not be determined, the person woke up on his own...
He became more and more certain in his heart that Her Royal Highness the Sixth Princess was specifically designed to annihilate him and was a sword hanging over his career as an imperial physician!
The third princess stepped forward and gently but unyieldingly took Xiaojiu from Qin Zhaoyue's arms.
Liao Qingyuan trembled as he walked to the bedside, his attitude extremely respectful: "Your Highness..."
He calmed himself down and placed three fingers on her wrist pulse again.
Qin Zhaoyue was actually a little nervous, after all, there was such a big secret as the "Tianpan" hidden in his body.
But then he thought again, even the holders of the "territory" and "human plate" combined efforts could not find out her location.
Although this old guy in front of me has excellent medical skills, he is just a mortal. How capable can he be?
When I thought of this, I felt relieved.
Liao Qingyuan closed his eyes and concentrated, exerting force on his fingers, repeatedly observing the subtle changes between the inches, joints and feet.
As time passed, cold sweat began to seep out of his forehead again.
The pulse was still steady and strong, and the qi and blood were abundant, exactly the same as before the coma, without any abnormality.
After a long time... Never mind, he sighed dejectedly in his heart, and the last thought of struggling was extinguished.
If you are not good at your job, then you are not good at it. Just accept your fate.
He slowly withdrew his hand, his old face showing an unconcealable dejection, and spoke with a dry voice:
"Your Highness is in good health, and his pulse is consistent with what I diagnosed earlier..."
The hall fell into a subtle silence for a moment.
There is one pulse condition before falling into coma and another pulse condition after waking up. What’s going on?
Could it be that this old guy is too old and has become blind and mentally deaf?
At this moment, Qin Zhaoyue stood up.
"Director Liao is truly a miracle doctor. I feel so healthy now and everything I eat tastes delicious."
She had to praise Liao Yuanzheng, just kidding, that was the old man who helped her with the problems.
When it comes to benevolence and righteousness, Red Star Qin Zhaoyue is always good at it.
"Ugh!" Liao Qingyuan's old face twitched, and tears almost welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Yes, he is incompetent and his skills are not good enough.
He accepted being ridiculed!
Retire? Or retire?
Qin Zhaowan remained calm, "Thank you for your hard work, Dean Liao. Fourth Brother, please see Lord Liao off for me."
Liao Qingyuan didn't have the face to let the princess see him off. Just as he was about to refuse, the fourth princess Qin Zhaoshu had already walked to his side.
"Please come in, Liao Yuanzheng."
The voice was cold and clear, full of undisturbed arguments.
Liao Qingyuan's throat rolled and he swallowed back the words of refusal. He lowered his head and silently followed the cold figure out.
Arriving at a secluded place outside, Qin Zhaoshu stopped without looking back and spoke in a low voice.
"What happened to Sixth Sister tonight was nothing more than a few extra glasses of wine at the banquet, and she was unable to hold her liquor.
Apart from Your Majesty, please do not mention this to anyone else, Lord Liao. As for the pulse case..."
Liao Qingyuan understood and bowed quickly, saying:
"Your Highness, don't worry. I won't worry about it. The Sixth Prince was just drunk. His pulse is clear and I will record it truthfully." This was not a lie. He did drink some wine and his pulse was normal.
The key is that he has no choice but to make something else up if he wants to.
"Yeah." The fourth princess nodded slightly and said no more.
On the other side, there was a false alarm in the bedroom. Everyone gathered around Qin Zhaoyue and talked for a while, and the palace maid also brought sobering soup.
The third princess coaxed the three little ones with soft words, and finally made the crying Little Nine and the curious Little Seven and Little Eight follow the palace servants back to rest.
I chatted with Xiaoliu for a while, but didn't get anything out of her except about men.
Qin Zhaowan and Qin Zhaoshu left the side hall and went to the study in the main hall.
The candlelight was bright, an unclosed file was spread out on the desk, and the air was filled with the faint scent of ink and agarwood.
"Fourth sister," Qin Zhaowan sat down in the rosewood armchair by the window, his knuckles unconsciously tapping on the smooth armrests, and cast his gaze across at the other side, "What do you think of what just happened?"
Qin Zhaoshu did not sit down. He stood in front of the bookshelf, his fingertips brushing the spine of an ancient book, and pondered for a moment.
"Xiao Liu seems to be hiding a lot of secrets. His coma today was strange, and his disappearance was also strange."
"Maybe." Qin Zhaowan responded noncommittally, picked up the green jade teacup beside him, but did not drink.
"I've been walking around with the Second Princess Shuofeng for most of the day. Have you figured out anything?"
"Nothing special. From what I see, she probably just wants to go out for a walk."
"Tsk," Qin Zhaowan looked at her with a half-smile, "Fourth Brother, can't you be a little more frank in front of your sister?"
Qin Zhaoshu's expression remained unchanged as he met her gaze calmly.
"I didn't find anything unusual, but I did get to see your sister's methods of seducing men."
"Oh, you speak as if she isn't your biological sister."
Qin Zhaowan rolled his eyes, stood up and walked to the desk, picked up a document,
"Okay, we've been playing for half a day, but there are still some issues with the provincial examination papers that need to be dealt with urgently. You and I..."
Before she finished her words, Qin Zhaoshu turned around without hesitation, her skirt drawing a neat arc, and walked straight to the door.
"Thank you for your concern, Third Sister. I'm tired, so I'll take my leave now."
Qin Zhaowan looked in the direction where she disappeared, curled his lips, and muttered softly:
"Just like when I was a kid, this awkward temper is really not fun at all."
There wasn't much blame in his tone, but rather a hint of helplessness. He snorted and sat back at the desk.
At the same time, in the brightly lit imperial study.
Chu Xinglan, the official of Ziweitai, stood tall and straight like a green pine tree, respectfully standing before the imperial desk, his voice clear and melodious.
"Your Majesty, according to Jiang Wuya's report, we have found out that the people who attempted the assassination on the way to the disaster relief were Yan Wujiu and Yang Wuhui, abandoned disciples of the Tianyan Sect."
Empress Qin Minghuang slowly raised her phoenix eyes, her gaze like a deep pool suddenly frozen into ice, yet within them seemed a surging, teeming thunderbolt. An invisible, terrifying pressure permeated the entire imperial study.
He opened his thin lips slightly, and spoke with a tone that was icy cold, "Yan Wujiu..."
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