Qingqing woke up at night, but when she woke up, she saw Master Jiang's face, she was stunned for a moment, and touched her face gently, "Fever?" ”

"Yes, An An wants me to come and see." Master Jiang's face stinked as if someone owed him 30,000 taels.

"Thank you!" Qingqing smiled, glanced at An An sitting at her feet, pretending to be very well-behaved, and moved her eyes.

Qingqing checked his pulse, his heartbeat was slightly faster, and now the fever is normal, indicating that the body's functions are in a confrontation mechanism.

"After the injury, fever is a normal reaction at this time, and you can just take medicine." Master Jiang got up and wiped his hands, bowed his head and said to the side.

"What about wounds? That's An'an sewn. The queen said hurriedly.

"Then look at the grass people." Master Jiang hurriedly checked his pulse again and looked at Qingqing, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, he's better at taking arrows than those in the Tai Hospital." Qingqing nodded at An An's encouragement, "Will he still sew it?" ”

"They don't even have knives." An An nodded hurriedly, indicating that he was really good.

"Go, people are doctors, and they are not pretentious, who has nothing to do with the corpse knife." Doctor Jiang couldn't help but scold, deeply feeling that this guy was too unreliable, but he shook his head again, feeling that he was entangled with An An, just looking for excitement, and said to Qingqing, "I'll prescribe medicine for you." ”

"Yes!" Qingqing also knew that she only needed to clear heat and detoxify now, "Do you have any anti-inflammatory potion?" I was afraid that the wound would suppurate. ”

"The one in this palace is better, you can use the one in the palace!" Master Jiang didn't look up, he wrote a prescription on the medicine box, but, thinking about it, he kneaded it again, reopened a prescription, stared at it for a long time, and then handed it to the queen.

"Jiang ...... Master, that, can the palace ask someone from the Tai Hospital to take a look at Fangzi, the princess's sick body, the emperor is very concerned, even if it is the palace, you can't make your own decisions. "The queen was reported just now, Qingqing had a fever, and as soon as An An heard it, she asked people to invite Master Jiang to come, and she didn't believe in any imperial doctor at all. The queen couldn't pester An An, so she asked someone to invite the Kaifeng Mansion to come over, but let the righteous daughter take his medicine, and the queen couldn't get it, so she could only go first

"Whatever you want." Master Jiang bowed his head, took his box and prepared to leave.

"Okay? Is this Master Jiang? "Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao has arrived. The young emperor hurriedly came in with the Song imperial doctor.

"Isn't this Imperial Doctor Jiang? Where have you been all these years? Imperial Doctor Song picked up the young emperor and pulled Master Jiang to shake it vigorously, as if they had not seen each other for many years.

An An stretched out his fat head, looking dull, but his eyes were full of eager joy.

"You've mistaken someone." Master Jiang gently wiped away Imperial Doctor Song's hand, with an indifferent expression.

"Brother Jiang......" Imperial Doctor Song was stunned.

"Sister, sister, it's lively!" An An hurriedly pulled Qingqing over, gossiping on his face.

"Go get me warm water, I'm going to wipe myself." Qingqing closed her eyes, she was having a fever, she was hot all over her body, and the white blood cells were fighting hard, she couldn't waste the sacrifices of these white blood cells. But it seems that no one cares about her medicine, so it's better to do a physical cooling first to save yourself from being confused.

"You haven't eaten? Why do you need to wipe yourself first? An An was finally born to him, so he hurriedly came over and touched Qingqing, "Why don't you let them get you some chicken soup to drink?" By the way, sister, you can't see chickens in the chicken soup in the palace. I told them, "Soup for you, chicken for me." As a result, the soup they gave me was a small cup with no meat in it, which really me off. ”

Qingqing closed her eyes and decided to let herself sleep well. At this time, is it appropriate for him to talk to himself about chicken soup? I must be staying in the fake palace, the emperor doesn't care, the two doctors are watching on the side and have a back complex, and the fat man in front of him has no meat with the chicken soup in the palace.

"Get up, Song Aiqing, show the princess, her face is not right." The young emperor was finally his father, and when he saw that Qingqing didn't want to speak, he hurriedly carried over Imperial Doctor Song, who was pulling Dr. Jiang.

"I have a fever, it's normal, didn't Lao Chen prescribe medicine at noon? Why didn't you give it to the princess? Imperial Physician Song hurriedly checked his pulse and looked at the people on the side.

"The princess has been sleeping, and when she saw that the princess's face was not right, the slave and maid hurriedly reported to the mother, and Young Master An asked people to invite Dr. Jiang." The palace maid who was waiting on the side was so frightened that she knelt down to report it.

"This is the prescription that Dr. Jiang just prescribed." The queen hurriedly handed the prescription to the young emperor.

The young emperor couldn't understand it, so he directly transferred it to the Song Imperial Doctor.

"Brother Jiang, dare to ask, why is the recipe for clearing heat and detoxifying, and adding warm medicine, as well as dredging and stagnation, this recipe ......" Imperial Doctor Song hurriedly took it with both hands, looked at it carefully, and picked up Qingqing's wrist as he spoke, numbered for a while, changed hands, and then looked sideways at Doctor Jiang, "The princess's veins are like ......"

"She has been poisoned, and the remaining poison has not been cleaned up all these years." The Young Emperor hesitated for a moment and looked at Master Jiang.

"Not all, the residual poison is actually cleared, green ...... The princess herself was careful. However, she was congenitally deficient and her meridians were blocked, and over the years, Dr. Bai outside the palace helped her recuperate, and the situation has improved. Master Jiang bowed his head to the young emperor and saluted, he had seen Qingqing's prescription before, and that time Xiao He took Qingqing to see five famous doctors in the city, in fact, each doctor's prescription was different, but pointed out a direction, they were all talking about the fact that Qingqing was congenitally insufficient. So in the end, let Xiao He use Dr. Bai's prescription, after all, it is safer to see it since childhood.

"Yes! Now the princess has a fever, which covers the pulse. Doctor Song nodded hurriedly and patted his forehead, "Sure enough, it's Brother Jiang, this recipe is too good." To each his own! ”

"You give my sister a pulse at noon, do you see it, uncle, I said that your doctor can't succeed!" An An raised her eyebrows and busily showed her work.

"The old minister is guilty." Imperial Doctor Song was stunned for a moment, thinking about the pulse image at noon, he couldn't remember it a little, and he was just concerned about whether Qingqing had hurt his internal organs, but he was still a little embarrassed.

"Go get some medicine for the princess." The young emperor gave the recipe to the chamberlain, and now he feels a little shameless. He almost forgot that Bao'er was born prematurely, so she has always been a little congenitally deficient and has been carefully raised.

"The grass people are retiring." Master Jiang saw that he had gone to decoct the medicine, so he didn't want to stay here.

"What to retreat, wait in the Tai Hospital first, and then talk about the princess when she is better." The young emperor waved his hand, now that Bao'er is taking his medicine, naturally he can't let Master Jiang run away.

"Well, Master, the doctors here are unreliable, and they are bullying me." An An nodded, feeling that he was unlucky enough to be asked about the removal of the stitches in the afternoon, and he must complain to his master.

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