Yang Mo asked the chamberlain to lead him into the hall to wait, someone was talking in the hall, and Yang Mo heard it clearly.

"Your Majesty, the evidence of Yang Bingzheng's crime of greedy ink is undoubted."

Yang Mo trembled in her heart when she heard this.

It turned out to be about her father's case, and it stands to reason that she shouldn't have heard such words, but for some reason, the chamberlain led her here, and there was only one door away from it.

Yang Mo raised his head to look at the inner servant, but the inner attendant's gaze had already fallen on the emperor in the hall.

The emperor stood on the high steps, leaving a tall figure for the courtiers below.

Wang Tinghe, an official standing below, respectfully saluted the emperor, "The courtiers eat the court's fortune and serve the court wholeheartedly. ”

Wang Ting and Yang Bingzheng, the secret, were greedy for ink, the emperor did not check this carefully, but listened to Feng Ge Lao tell the whole thing, Yang Bingzheng did not enter Beijing and committed suicide, which can no longer be verified, and now the Metropolitan Procuratorate will re-raise Yang Bingzheng's case, the emperor originally ignored it, but out of the matter of the Shangqing Academy, the emperor is determined to investigate and see how many "big things" Feng Guochang has done without him.

The emperor didn't speak with his hands behind his back, and said after a while: "Anqing Mansion also has a secret letter to Han Ji, saying that when you were the same person in Anqing Mansion, you framed Shangfeng, Yang Bingzheng was greedy for ink and disaster relief grain, and the granary of Anqing Mansion has always been empty, but the day before the imperial court sent to check a grain ship, the granary was filled into bad rice, Han Ji will be clear when and how much grain will be entered, and attach the log of the grain kept in the granary of Anqing Mansion for many years, and there has never been such a situation where the grain has been rotten in a few months, Han Ji is the official in charge of grain transportation, and he has conclusive evidence, how can you quibble? ”

Feng Ge Lao quietly raised his head, could it be that the emperor really wanted to investigate the case of Anqing Mansion, when did the emperor have such a mood.

Feng Ge Lao thought about it in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. Half-closed eyes as if to recuperate.

"Your Majesty," Wang Tinghe's face was awe-inspiring, "The emperor's ministers exposed their bosses for the sake of the court, and they have no two hearts." ”

Wang Tinghe impeached his boss, and now Han Ji is Wang Tinghe's subordinate, and he also wants to find the fault of his boss all the time like Wang Tinghe.

It looks like an official in Anqing Mansion eats a dog, but in fact, everyone knows what is involved, it is disaster relief food, if Yang Bingzheng was wronged, then where did the disaster relief food allocated by the imperial court go every year? Who was greedy for ink.

The emperor flicked his sleeves. "Let Wang Tinghe confront him, doesn't Wang Tinghe have a script? It's not that you can memorize the lost grain accounts of Anqing Mansion. ”

As soon as the words fell, the imperial doctor of the Tai Hospital came to the palace and said, "Your Majesty, Han Ji is seriously ill and speechless." ”

I was able to walk into the palace by myself just now, but now I can't speak.

"Possibly?" The emperor turned his head, his face was not full of joy or anger, and he asked the Tai Hospital.

The imperial doctor of Tai Hospital said: "Weichen can only try his best. ”

"Try," the Emperor held out his hand. "Quickly heal him, let him get up and explain to me, what the hell is going on with this secret fold? Let the Metropolitan Procuratorate close the case as soon as possible," he said, frowning. "I have worked hard here to pray for the blessing of the country, but you have come to toss me twice for three days, so that I am helpless and upset, and now I give you a chance. Make it clear immediately, otherwise, I don't care if it's true or not. All of them will be dealt with together. ”

When he said this, all the servants of the temple knelt down and saluted.

The emperor waved his hand, "What about the Yang family?" Let Yang come, Yang has not always had a reputation among the people, let her assist the Tai Hospital in diagnosing and treating Han Ji's illness, and let Han Ji speak quickly. ”

Yang Mo listened to it outside the hall and felt a palpitation in her heart, Han Ji was avenging her father, and now letting her govern may have deeper thoughts for the emperor, but it is a good opportunity for her.

The chamberlain came out and said, "Spread the Yang family's audience." ”

Yang Mo lowered her head and followed the attendant into the main hall.

The light and visible floor tiles seem to be able to shine the shadow of people, and there are many palace people standing on both sides of the main hall, everyone bowing their heads and waiting for Yang Mo to come forward and kowtow to the emperor.

The emperor turned around and sat lazily on the throne, his hands twisting the dust, as if he didn't see Yang Mo saluting, no one in the hall dared to say anything, the emperor's eyes were slightly closed, and he opened them again after a while, "flat," but his eyes did not glance at Yang Mo, but yawned and looked at the newly appointed envoy of the Tai Hospital, "Take Yang to see Han Ji." ”

The imperial doctor of Tai Hospital said: "Yang come with me!" ”

"Elder Feng Ge." The Emperor raised his eyes and shouted.

Feng Ge was standing with the soles of his feet shaking, and when he heard this, he hurriedly raised his head, "The old minister is ......" said and opened his shirt and knelt down, because of the inconvenience of his legs and feet, he didn't touch the floor tiles for a long time.

The emperor raised the corner of his eyes, "Get old!" ”

In the past, Feng Ge's old and clumsy appearance would make him feel funny, but now he is more like pointing his nose and scolding Feng Guochang for being an old dog, this old dog dares to do something in his Shangqing Courtyard, which is the place where he cultivates, and he can't be touched by others, although King Xuan is hateful, he has not reached this point.

The wind blew through the emperor's hair, and the emperor suddenly had a sound of a fierce beast roaring from the bottom of his heart, and he wanted to show these people what Tianwei was.

Wang Tinghe looked at Yang's back, the emperor believed in Taoist priests on weekdays, but he didn't expect that now he found a teenage girl to come to the Tai Hospital for diagnosis and treatment, Yang Bingzheng's medical skills are just scratching the surface, what can his daughter do, I hope Han Ji is seriously ill and dies.

As long as Han Ji dies, he can save the day.

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Yang Mo walked out of the Heart Nourishing Hall to the back of the cover room,

There were two or three imperial doctors standing in the room, and everyone was talking about the symptoms in each other's ears, and when they heard the footsteps, they turned around together, and their eyes fell on Yang Mo.

Yang was really brought into the palace to be treated with them.

A teenage girl really regards herself as a holy hand of national medicine.

"How? Can you get a diagnosis? "The new imperial envoy of the Tai Hospital is an old imperial doctor who retired from the past, with gray hair, a lot of brown patches on his face, and he spoke very slowly, especially with a tense face, he walked straight into the house and threw Yang Mo at the door.

The imperial doctors looked at Yang Mo.

Chen Yuan's envoy said: "For such a long time, the symptoms have not even been diagnosed and treated, how can you report to the emperor." ”

One of the imperial doctors hurriedly said, "With some results, the envoy of the hospital asks you to see our side here." ”

Yang Mo looked at the patient lying on the kang and walked over slowly.

The palace people were putting the moist handkerchief on the patient's head, the patient's eyes were open, his face was covered with beads of sweat as big as soybean grains, it seemed that the patient was conscious, Yang Mo said in a low voice: "Lord Han may have heard the people speak?" ”

Hearing Yang Mo's voice, the imperial doctors showed a look of disdain on their faces, they should first diagnose the pulse when seeing the patient, but Miss Yang went straight to ask the patient.

They had already told the patient that he could not speak now.

Han Ji seemed to be about to speak, but the corners of his mouth curled and he didn't open his mouth.

If Han Ji couldn't speak, he wouldn't have entered the palace, obviously because of the further development of his condition in the palace.

Yang Mo turned around and saluted the imperial doctors, "Do the adults know what illness Lord Han had before?" Have you ever been injured. ”

Chen Yuan's envoy looked at the pulse case in his hand and raised his head, "Lord Han was a little unwell before entering Beijing, and he used a unilateral prescription for typhoid fever. ”

I have used a prescription for typhoid fever but it has not improved, but it is conceivable that it is not typhoid fever.

"Lord Envoy, can you see the wound on the top of Lord Han's head?" Yang Mo stretched out his hand to lift Han Ji's hair and saw a hidden wound in it.

There was no mention of this in these pulse cases, Chen Yuan's eyebrows were raised, he held the pulse case in his hand and stood up, and walked to Han Ji's side to see.

He had already checked his pulse just now, but he didn't notice the injury on Han Ji's head.

The imperial doctor next to him also stepped forward to check when he heard this, the wound had obviously healed, and it seemed that the injury had been some time, "The injury has healed, Lord Han's illness should have nothing to do with the wound." ”

The wound is a one-stage healer, and it should not have been around for a long time. Yang Mo can't tell whether Han Ji's illness is related to the wound, but since the diagnosis and treatment must take all the circumstances into account, if Han Ji didn't deliberately don't speak, and now he is conscious but can't speak, it is likely to be related to a brain infection.

Yang Mo sat down to check Han Ji's pulse, and the pulse was about 100 beats per minute.

High fever, shortness of breath, and rapid pulse, Yang Mo silently thought about these symptoms in her heart, and it seemed as if all infections would cause such symptoms.

It depends on whether Han Daren still has the typical symptoms of certain diseases.

Although Han Ji's illness seems to be serious, I am afraid that it has not yet reached the time when it is serious, and many symptoms have not been manifested, so it is necessary to diagnose it faster, so as not to let the disease develop and finally be untreatable.

Yang Mo looked at Qiu Tong, "Take out the pen and paper and write the pulse case." ”

Hearing that Miss Yang was going to write a pulse case, the imperial doctor next to her stopped listening quietly.

"The patient has difficulty moving, cannot open his mouth to speak, is conscious, and lacks energy." Yang Mo said and tilted his head to Han Ji's chest.

The voices of doubt around have not yet sounded.

Yang Mo had already said: "The breathing sound is clear." ”

What do breath sounds mean? Still want to listen to breath sounds? Everyone has heard that Yang's diagnosis and treatment methods are not ordinary, but now they have really seen it.

After Yang Mo finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch Han Ji's abdomen.

"The abdomen is flat and soft, and there is no lump in sight," Han Ji did not have a painful face when he pressed it, "and tenderness." ”

"The body is hot, the heart beats fast, and the pulse is numerous."

Yang Mo said it in one breath, and the Chen Yuan envoy, who had a straight face, also raised his head and officially set his eyes on Yang Mo, although Yang was young, he was not without a little ability, although what she said sounded different from usual, but when she thought about it carefully, she could stand scrutiny, and the diagnosis was meticulous, and she looked at the patient from head to toe.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuanenvoy shook his head again, after all, Yang's pulse cutting was not very careful, and he spent most of his energy on appearance, such a diagnosis was inevitably fancy and impractical.

Thinking of this, the envoy of the Chen Academy said, "What disease can Miss Yang diagnose?" ”

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