"How?" Li Chengqian looked at Lao Du lying on the bed, and asked Sun Simiao in a low voice.

"The situation is not very good, the patient's condition looks very weak, and the pulse image must also be weak and abnormal, and the pulse diagnosis of the suspensory filament is not applicable, which can easily cause misdiagnosis." Sun Simiao knew what Li Chengqian was asking. In the past few days, the two have discussed the feasibility of diagnosing the pulse of the suspensory filament, and have done some experiments, and have come to the conclusion that it is feasible, but the pulse must be strong enough to not be terminally ill.

"Can you tell what the disease is?" Li Chengqian nodded understandingly, looked at the Du family brothers who looked panicked, and turned his head to Sun Simiao and asked.

"Your Highness is confused, the doctor visits the sick, looking, smelling, asking, and cutting everything, how can you know it just by looking at it." Sun Simiao pinched his beard under his chin, and said slowly while watching the imperial doctor from the palace take Du Ruhui's pulse with a sad face.

For Li Chengqian, the prince who sometimes understands and sometimes is confused, Lao Sun really has no way at all.

After a few days of contact, some food therapies and fitness prolongation proposed by Li Chengqian were very appetizing to him; In addition, some external injury treatment methods such as boiling water disinfection and wound suturing made Lao Sun almost shocked.

However, after a long time, Lao Sun slowly saw some doorways. His Royal Highness the Prince, who seems to know everything, is actually just half a bucket of water, a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, and he actually has no medical experience, if he really wants to treat people, maybe how many people will die in his hands.

"Gao Ming, no, Your Highness, I, my father ......" Du He, who was often with Li Chengqian, leaned over in despair, squeaking as if he had something to say, but he didn't know how to say it.

"Don't worry, Du Bo Boji is a celestial person, and he will be fine." From ancient times to the present day, no, from ancient times to the twentieth century, it seems that the way of persuasion has never changed.

"But......" Du He looked back at the sad face, sighing and sighing, the imperial doctor was almost desperate in his heart.

"Don't worry." Li Chengqian showed a comforting smile, pushed Du He away, walked to the imperial doctor with Lao Sun, knocked on his shoulder with a folding fan, tilted his head, and motioned for him to get out.

As a doctor, he can't even do the most basic emotions and emotions, and sighing is no different from directly sentencing a patient to death, which is too embarrassing for Master Zu.

Think about the famous doctors in later generations, who didn't nod their heads and say: Your condition is not very good, but it is not hopeless, if you do something, and then what happens, you can still recover in the end.

Li Chengqian, whose thoughts were flying, was distracted, while watching Sun Simiao sit in the position of the imperial doctor just now, watching the old Taoist priest carefully observe Lao Du's mouth, nose and tongue, and watching the old Taoist priest fall into contemplation little by little in the pulse.

After a long time, Sun Simiao got up from the couch, looked at the people in the room, and said slowly: "Your Highness, if Lao Dao is not wrong, the patient should be a symptom of poisoning!" ”

"Poisoned?" All of a sudden, Du Wei, Du He, and Mrs. Du, who had just woken up, all came to their senses, and looked at Sun Simiao with shining eyes, expecting him to say another constructive suggestion, such as, how to detoxify!

"How can it be poisoned? Du Fushu has been living in the barracks, there is no way that someone will poison him, and if he does, wouldn't it be better for the generals on the poison front? Why poison him as a logistics man? "The imperial doctor just now may be out of jealousy, or it may be the doctor's medical ethics, in short, he doesn't believe in Sun Simiao's judgment very much.

"It's chronic, it's not the last year or two." Sun Simiao looked back at Lao Du lying on the couch, twisted his beard and pondered for a while, as if he was thinking about how to explain it so that everyone could understand it.

After a while, he said, "The patient's symptoms are very similar to those of the Taoist soldiers who have been taking immortal medicine all year round, and their pulse images show that the kidneys are especially weak ....... ”

Elixir? Li Chengqian was stunned for a while, the elixir of immortality? No way? If there really is such a thing, it has not been dedicated to the old man a long time ago, how can it be kept for himself to eat, who would dare.

"Father does often take some pills refined by Fangshi, but they are all medicines that strengthen the body and refresh the mind, not some elixir?" Du Wei seems to be providing ideas and clues to Sun Simiao, but it is actually an explanation, for fear that Li Chengqian will misunderstand Lao Du's immortality.

Get fit? Refreshment? Li Chengqian's first reaction was health care products and damn pyramid schemes. There is a disease to cure the disease, there is no disease to exercise, and after eating, even the health care products that can treat the itchy back have been sold to Datang? Did you meet the ancestor of those scammers who sold Baojian products in later generations?

But now is not the time to think about this, the one lying on the couch is still waiting for help, health care products or something will be talked about later, it is important to save people first.

Thinking of this, Li Chengqian looked at Sun Simiao, who was pinching his beard and pondering: "Dao Chief, is there any good way?" ”

"Yes, Dao Chief, you must save the master, please." Du Ruhui didn't wake up, Mrs. Du had already lost her inch, and when she saw that Lao Sun had found the cause of the disease, she didn't care whether it was true or not, and struggled to bow down the dust.

"I can't do it, I can't do it." Sun Laodao has countless people in his life, but he can't stand this the most, when he saw that Mrs. Du was about to kneel, he was in a hurry, and he couldn't hide or help.

"Aunt Du, don't be like this." Li Chengqian saw that everyone was in a mess, and couldn't help but persuade: "Daoist Sun is benevolent, as long as there is a way, Uncle Du will not have anything to do, and please rest assured." ”

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, you must think of a way, sir...... I can't go, master. ”

"Aunt, don't worry, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, this palace and Sun Daochang will not give up." Li Chengqian is now holding a piece of hot potato, he can't throw it, he can't hold it, he can only comfort him with good words.

"Du Gongzi, I wonder if there is still a medicine to strengthen the body? Can you take it out and let the poor Tao take a look, maybe you can find the root cause from this. "The messy scene, or Sun Simiao said a more constructive opinion.

"Yes! Yes! Du Wei agreed repeatedly, and rushed outside.

As long as you can save Lao Du back, don't let the pillars of the Du family fall, let alone go to get medicine, even if you go to take your life, Du Gu will dare to take his life.

In the anxious waiting, it probably took less than a moment for Du Wei to rush in from the outside, holding a wooden box in his hand.

"Your Highness, Doctor Sun, this, that's it." Du Wei put the box on the low table next to the couch, panting out of breath.