After arriving in the capital, the emperor did not summon Mu Yan, and after many inspections, she was introduced into the queen's Qifeng Palace through a side gate.

Qifeng Palace is majestic and luxurious, magnificent, but there is no popularity at all, and the palace people walk in it, but they also bow their heads and hold their breath, and their eyes do not squint.

The dull death of Oi marks the fate of the owner of this palace.

"You wait here, the queen will summon you when she wakes up."

"Thank you, father-in-law."

"Hmm."

The consul eunuch nodded, and did not take Mu Yan seriously.

After all, countless imperial doctors in the palace and the holy hands of Xinglin are helpless against the queen's illness, how can a mere doctor in the rivers and lakes have a way to bring the dead back to life?

In the final analysis, it should be someone who this Mu Yan offended to be so "framed".

Mu Yan waited from noon to sunset.

"Doctor Mu, Niangniang Xuan's face to you."

Mu Yan's expression was calm, and he didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction or apprehension about being slighted, and walked into the hall steadily with the medicine box.

As soon as he entered, the rich aroma of borneol came to his face, causing Mu Yan to frown slightly.

But on the gilded Arhat couch, a woman who looked to be in her thirties leaned lightly against the brocade cushion, her long hair hung down like a waterfall, and her emaciated and pale face was so beautiful that there was no trace of life, and she only drank medicine mechanically.

But even so, the style of every move is still convincing and amazing.

"Grass people, knock on the queen's mother, the mother is blessed with Jin'an."

"Bold!" Someone scolded, "When you meet Niangniang, you dare to wear a veil on your face, what kind of body does Chen have?" ”

The queen put down the jade bowl, wiped the corners of her mouth with a silk silk, raised her phoenix eyes lightly, and said, "It's okay, you get up, you don't have to be polite." ”

"Xie Niangniang."

"Take the pulse."

The queen took the initiative to put her hand on the pulse pillow, which made Mu Yan slightly surprised.

She stepped forward to carefully diagnose her pulse, and found that the queen's situation was really not optimistic, if it was her earlier, it was estimated that she would be helpless.

"How? How much time is left? ”

The queen's tone was very calm, and her eyes were very clear, with the slightest numbness of a dying person, she only knew the ending, and accepted it calmly.

This kind of bearing, Mu Yan admired a little.

In her years of medical practice, she has traveled from south to north and south, and has seen all kinds of patients.

There are those who are discouraged and self-pitying, there are those who are frightened and frightened, and there are even those who are begging to kneel and not be able to stand on their knees...... But it was the first time she had met someone like the Queen.

When Mu Yan was looking at the queen, the latter was also looking at her.

She already knew about Mu Yan, after all, the imperial doctor often talked about Mu Tianxing, saying that if Mu Tianxing was still alive, her illness might be saved.

For Mu Tianxing's "bastard daughter", she has also heard people curse more than once.

Unexpectedly, the rumors were not credible, and the woman in front of her had a pair of clear eyes that could not even be tempered by suffering.

How can such a person be as unbearable as the rumors?

Mu Yan paused and said, "Can you show the grass people the recipe you are taking now?" ”

"Okay."

The queen did not hesitate, nodded and ordered someone to get the prescription.

She has a good impression of Mu Yan and doesn't mind helping her.

After reading the recipe, Mu Yan said frankly: "This recipe is a good recipe, if you continue to take this recipe, you will have a year to live." ”

A year?

The queen smiled bitterly and said, "It's been a long ......."

However, this melancholy mood has not yet spread, and Mu Yan said: "But if you are willing to cooperate with the grass people's treatment, the grass people can give you another twenty years." ”