The two of them walked out of the private room and went to the next room, looking like idle wandering wanderers.
At the end of the corridor in front, the private room where Murong Yong and Duke Weiguo were sitting was surrounded by people, three layers inside and three layers outside. At a glance, it was a sea of heads.
The onlookers were pointing and talking inside the private room. They could only watch and could not get any closer because four yamen runners with scabbards on their shoulders were guarding the door of the private room.
The scene in the private room was in a mess, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
The table, the floor, and the walls were all covered in blood.
Duke Weiguo leaned weakly on the back of his chair, and his attendant carefully supported his upper body, fearing that he might fall down.
"..."Murong Yong's face didn't look good. He touched his face with a headache. Some of the blood spit out by Duke Weiguo splashed on his right cheek. He looked extremely embarrassed.
The Duke of Weiguo was an important official in the court. If he suddenly vomited blood when he was with him, even if he did nothing, others might speculate that he had done something wrong to the Duke of Weiguo.
Then he simply couldn't explain himself!
Murong Yong frowned tightly, his eyes were dark as if covered by a layer of dark clouds.
"Ugh!" Duke Weiguo vomited another mouthful of blood from the corner of his lips. There was a lot of blood on his beard and chin. His face was gray and his breath was very weak.
After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, Duke Weiguo was almost out of breath, as if he had lost half his life. Even his eyes were a little dazed and he couldn't find focus.
"Doctor, why hasn't the bleeding stopped yet?" Murong Yong asked hurriedly, unable to hide his worry and anxiety.
The gray-haired old doctor took back the silver needle that had been inserted into Duke Weiguo's arm and took the Duke Weiguo's pulse again.
After a while, he withdrew his hand, frowned, and wrinkles appeared in the corners of his eyes. He shook his head and sighed, "My lord, I'm afraid this person is not going to make it."
He had used silver needles to prick several hemostatic points on the patient's body, but instead of stopping the bleeding, the patient vomited blood even more violently.
"..." Murong Yong's expression became even uglier.
The Duke of Wei's long-time attendant wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, looking pale and anxiously out of the window, thinking: Judging from the time, the coachman should have arrived at the mansion, and the madam should know it.
"Bah!" When the Duke of Wei heard that the Mongolian doctor actually cursed him to death, a surge of anger rose from his chest and he shouted, "You quack..."
He wanted to say, you quack doctor, how dare you curse me!
However, before he could finish his words, his chest heaved violently again, his face changed, and blood spurted out of his mouth again.
"Duke!" The long-time attendant shouted worriedly, his face paler than Duke Wei's, and his fingers trembling.
Hearing the attendant's shout, the already uneasy old doctor became even more panicked, and his pupils contracted.
The three words "Duke" meant that the patient was a Duke, and he was not someone an ordinary doctor could afford to offend.
The expressions of the yamen runners guarding outside were also subtle, and they exchanged glances secretly.
At this moment, they almost regretted why they got involved in this mess.
In this restless atmosphere, Chu Yi and Gu Yanfei walked slowly to the outside of the private room.
Two people walked side by side, one in white, the other in black, one gentle, the other free and easy, both of them were handsome, with elegant demeanor, making this depressing corridor seem brighter.
The people watching in the corridor couldn't help but move to the sides, making way for them.
Seeing someone else coming, the yamen runners guarding the door of the private room couldn't help but frown and wanted to chase the person away.
"go……"
The squad leader held the scabbard of his sword horizontally, but only uttered one word about chasing the man away before falling silent again, his eyes falling on Chu Yi.
The young man in front of him was not even twenty years old, dressed in plain white clothes, but the jade belt with carved deer patterns on it around his waist was obviously of extraordinary quality. He had a graceful smile on his handsome face, and his every move showed an elegant and noble bearing.
The squad leader has met countless nobles in this huge capital city. He feels that compared with the young man in front of him, the Duke and the fourth-rank guerrilla general seem to be just supporting roles.
The squad leader was filled with alarm. The capital city was full of important people, and who knows where the one in front of him might be a prince or a young master.
He stepped back silently, gave a wink to the other yamen runners, and let Chu Yi and Gu Yanfei enter the private room.
Two living people walked into the private room so openly, it was impossible for Duke Weiguo and Murong Yong inside to fail to notice it.
Murong Yong was not yet qualified to attend court and had never seen the eldest prince, but Wei Shen, Duke of Wei, naturally knew him.
Duke Wei opened his bloodstained lips slightly, wanting to say that he was not in a position to perform the ceremony, but he was too weak. He finally managed to take a breath, and then he heard Chu Yi say with concern, "Uncle, don't move."
"My friend and I came here to listen to a play. When we heard the noise here, we came over to take a look..."
"My friend is proficient in medicine. Let her take a look at 'Uncle'."
"Uncle" is a general term. When Murong Yong heard the strange young man in white calling him that, he thought that he was a relative of the Duke of Weiguo's Mansion, or a younger generation of one of the Duke of Weiguo's old friends.
Duke Weiguo turned weakly to look at Gu Yanfei. Seeing this skinny, fair-skinned and gentle boy who was at most fourteen or fifteen years old, eight words immediately emerged in his mind: a man with no hair on his face and no integrity.
Gu Yanfei stood beside Chu Yi, examining Duke Weiguo closely, and said bluntly, "You must have been injured when you were young."
The girl's voice was clear and crisp, causing everyone inside and outside the private room to be stunned and have subtle expressions.
Duke Weiguo was stunned for a moment, then looked at Gu Yanfei again. Seeing that she had no Adam's apple, a soft face, and a thin figure, he had a rough idea in his mind: the eldest prince's "friend" was actually a girl.
It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a woman. In the Great Jing Dynasty, everyone knows that Wei Shen has been fighting on the battlefield for decades, and there is no general who has not been injured!
Duke Weiguo curled his lips in disapproval, coughed twice with a pale face, and his body trembled like a sieve.
Gu Yanfei seemed not to notice his contemptuous expression. He walked towards him with his hands behind his back and continued slowly, "It should be an arrow wound. The arrow entered from the lower abdomen and pierced through the pelvis, almost killing you."
Gu Yanfei's expression showed neither the fear of a superior nor the pity for him, as if he was facing an ordinary person.
The identity and status of the Duke of Weiguo are unattainable for others, but to her, he is just one of the ordinary people.
"..." Duke Weiguo's cloudy pupils shrank slightly with each word and sentence, and his eyes opened wide.
Even Murong Yong could see that this girl was definitely right.
Duke Weiguo wanted to say something else, but when the words reached his lips, he felt a surge of pain in his body, his throat felt salty and fishy, and a mouthful of blood was about to come out.
He quickly shut his mouth and could only nod stiffly.
This simple action seemed to take half his life away. His breathing stopped and became weaker and weaker.
Gu Yanfei added: "You are suffering from a relapse of an old illness."
Hearing this, Murong Yong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought: If the Duke of Weiguo's old injury relapsed, it has nothing to do with him.
Duke Weiguo looked at Gu Yanfei in surprise and doubt.
This old injury was sustained more than 20 years ago, leaving an arrow scar on his abdomen. Over the years, as he grew older, his stomach became a little bigger, but he did not have any other serious discomfort.
Gu Yanfei flicked her sleeves lightly, and everyone only saw her wide sleeves brushing against Duke Weiguo's wrist. Her two fingers seemed to press on his pulse, but it seemed as if they did not touch it at all.
With a flash of her black sleeves, she had already withdrawn her hand leisurely. She smiled faintly and asked the Duke of Wei a few more questions:
"Do you often experience nausea, bloating, or abdominal pain after eating?"
"Was it a dull pain in the abdomen at first, and then became a dull ache?"
“Do you have blood in your stool occasionally?”
After a few questions were asked, Duke Wei's face turned pale, and he was shocked and embarrassed.
What the girl said was all right. In the past, he just thought it was because of his old age and poor stomach, which was the reason for this. The imperial physician and famous doctors in the capital also said so. Duke Wei never thought that this was related to his old injury from so many years ago.
Gu Yanfei stunned Duke Weiguo with just a few words.
At this moment, when he looked at Yan Fei again, his eyes changed drastically.
From contempt to shock, to suspicion, and finally to conviction at this moment.
This young girl has such ability at such a young age, she is definitely not an ordinary person, could she be a miracle doctor specially found by the eldest prince to treat the emperor? ! Duke Weiguo secretly guessed in his heart.
Thinking of this, Duke Wei's breathing quickened slightly. He endured the severe pain and discomfort, and looked at Chu Yi with difficulty, his eyes deep.
The emperor is weak and has been taking medicine all these years. Since he ascended the throne at the beginning of the year, he has been busy with government affairs, and the Yangxin Palace and the East Warm Pavilion have summoned imperial physicians from time to time, but the imperial physicians in the palace can only prescribe prescriptions for peace of mind, which are ineffective.
"Can it be cured?" Chu Yi's gentle and elegant voice came slowly.
Gu Yanfei didn't answer directly, but said calmly: "I need to tell your fortune first." He looked very leisurely.
"..." Xiao Shi inexplicably heard a sense of coordination from this simple conversation.
Obviously, he, Young Master, and Miss Gu were in the same group, but Xiao Shi often felt that he was being excluded.
Hearing Gu Yanfei's fortune-telling, Duke Weiguo, Murong Yong and others were stunned, then suddenly realized something and thought: Could she be a Taoist priest of Fire Residence?
Because Emperor Taizu valued Tiangang Zhenren and made Taoism the state religion, Taoist priests in the Dajing Dynasty had a high status and Taoist medicine was popular. This Huoju Taoist priest was different from the Taoist priests who became monks in the Taoist temple. He was a Taoist priest who did not become a monk and could also get married.
Gu Yanfei took out the compass she had made herself from her sleeve, placed it in her palm, and gently moved the magnetic needle towards the sun outside the window.
The magnetic needle spun quickly, then stopped after a while.
She said softly: "The Duke counted the Zhen hexagram and got the sixth and fifth lines, which is the Li hexagram. Tears are pouring down, and there is sorrow and sighing..."
Xiao Shi pretended to listen attentively, but he didn't understand anything that Gu Yanfei said.
The Duke of Wei's attendant was extremely worried and asked Gu Yanfei immediately, "Sir, can the Duke be saved?"
(End of this chapter)
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