With a cold snort in his heart, the fourth master told Imperial Doctor Xu to prescribe a good prescription for Chu Xian to recuperate her body.

Imperial Physician Xu looked down at his toes, the fourth master seems to be talking about this for the second time? The fourth son of the cold-faced emperor also has a time to repeat one thing?

On the way back to Tai Hospital, Dr. Xu was still thoughtful.

In the East Third Institute, the young man who was frowning and exuding a cold aura had already entered the backyard.

Su Peisheng came to ask him what he wanted for dinner, and he waved his hand directly.

No appetite, no desire to eat.

Su Peisheng's face twisted, and he persuaded a few words except for the sharp eyes of the fourth master, which had no effect at all.

The depressed low temperature began to spread from the bedroom to the entire East Sansu.

Chu Xian was asleep most of the day, the fourth master's face was getting darker and darker, and the palace maids and eunuchs all over the courtyard were looking forward to Chu Xian getting well quickly.

Another two days passed.

At the beginning, Chu Xian was bedridden, and everyone in the palace who knew about the personnel knew that she had too serious dysmenorrhea, but several young princes mistakenly thought that she was sick.

But now, everyone has found out that something is wrong.

Have you ever seen anyone with menstrual cramps for eight days? Maybe she had menstrual cramps at first, but now you're definitely not.

Everyone in the palace suddenly understood: no wonder Sifujin was bedridden at the beginning, it turned out that he was really sick.

Shouldn't the previous menstrual cramps also be a cover, what disease did she have?

The Queen Mother cared and sent someone to see it, and Chu Xian was sleeping a few times.

Concubine De is a mother-in-law, so she has to go through the motions and send someone to go once, and Chu Xian is also sleeping.

When the Tai Hospital sentenced Kangxi to ask for a safe pulse, Kangxi asked: "What disease did Sifujin have?" ”

"Sifujin's side has always been the imperial doctor Xu, and he is the best at the golden formula, which is what Fujin is used to. Wei Chen read the record, and Imperial Doctor Xu said that Sifujin was not in good spirits and was weak, and he was recuperating with a warm prescription. ”

"What about the cause?"

"Back to Long Live Lord, Imperial Doctor Xu said that Sifujin was overthinking and lacking vitality."

Overthinking?

Kangxi's slightly narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the fourth daughter-in-law was indeed thinking too much.

Whether it was to please the Queen Mother or to please him, the emperor, she took a lot of thought.

"It's good to recuperate, if it doesn't get better after three days, you can take a few doctors to take a look." Kangxi instructed that the three daughters-in-law who married into the palace were the most sensible.

Realizing that his tone might be too kind, he added without a trace: "She, Amma, was born and died with Emperor Taizong back then, and made a lot of contributions. The Wulanala family is just such a concubine, and if you want to use any medicinal materials, you can directly dial it. ”

The court judge was still thinking about why Long Live Lord was so kind to Sifujin, and then he suddenly realized: Sifujin had a good baby. There is an Ama who works with merit, and she is still the only concubine. Long live the Lord asked about Sifujin's illness to save face for the Wulanala family.

From the little princes to the East Three Institutes one by one to visit, to the three Fujin and Dafujin to visit each other, and now the Queen Mother, Kangxi and Concubine De have all begun to care about Chu Xian's condition, and the people in the palace are more and more convinced that Chu Xian is really sick.

Some palace maids and eunuchs who are good at digging up news even know that the symptoms of Sifujin are lack of thought and lack of vitality.

The rumors became more and more serious, and soon Chu Xian's needle was rumored to be "in a trance, and her body was about to die." ”

On the seventh day of Chu Xian's bedridden, rumors about her condition spread outside the palace.

Some people even thought that Chu Xian was about to die.

"Say it again!" Since the betting conference, Tong Jia Muzhen, who has been grounded in self-cultivation, grabbed the brush and trembled slightly.