Meng Yuanheng is here! When Shen Qianmo heard this, somehow, her heart relaxed.

"Let him in." Empress Duanjing groaned for a moment and said slowly.

This King Xuan, who let him enter the palace yesterday to serve the sick, showed all the reluctance, and disappeared early this morning, why is he here now? Empress Duanjing really didn't understand why the emperor was still thinking about King Xuan when he was in a semi-comatose state, and insisted on urgently summoning him to the palace.

Then she thought of the four princes who were imprisoned in the prison, and suddenly felt a headache.

She has no children under her knees, only Yaohua is a daughter. So the battle between these princes has nothing to do with her, anyway, whoever is the next emperor is good, she is a well-deserved queen mother.

But who made her the queen, there are some things, it's not that she doesn't want to take care of it, so she can ignore it. What's more, the fourth child's mother-in-law, Concubine Xian, respects herself quite a lot on weekdays, and the fourth child is also the most simple one among these princes. Who knew that such a rebellious thing would be done, it is unbelievable.

She sighed and saw that Meng Yuanheng, the king of Xuan, had been pushed and slowly came in from outside the hall.

Shen Qianmo saw that it was Situ Gong who pushed him in, her eyes lit up, she was saved! Sure enough, Meng Yuanheng knew her best.

Meng Yuanheng stopped the wheelchair, gave Shen Qianmo a look, signaled her to feel at ease, and then said indifferently to the queen: "See the queen's mother." ”

The others, he didn't even look at them.

Everyone present knew Prince Xuan's temper, and they didn't care much, only Concubine Li, who had been sitting next to the queen and had not made a sound, had a somewhat strange face.

Empress Duanjing looked at Meng Yuanheng, who could only walk in a wheelchair and was silent, and sighed again.

Thinking that at the beginning, the little prince of Xuanwangfu jumped on his horse and raised his whip, crisscrossing the battlefield, how heroic and unparalleled he was, but now he has become like this. Alas!

Thinking of this, Empress Duanjing's majestic face showed a bit of love, and she softened her tone and said to him: "King Xuan doesn't need to be polite. I came to visit the emperor early in the morning, and I had a heart. ”

Meng Yuanheng was noncommittal, silent, and stepped aside. Except for glancing at Shen Qianmo when he came in, he didn't look at her again.

Everyone present was puzzled. Didn't I hear that King Xuan attaches great importance to this future Princess Xuan, why doesn't it seem like that now?

Meng Tianluo couldn't hold his breath at first. "Queen Mother, it's important to treat your father's illness, so it's better to ask Princess Xuan to start as soon as possible."

When he said the words "Future Princess Xuan", he deliberately increased the volume and emphasized it. But Meng Yuanheng didn't even raise his eyes.

Shen Qianmo saw that she had no way to retreat, so she had to bite the bullet and say, "Queen Mother, the courtiers have a request. ”

"You say." Empress Duanjing is also worried about Emperor Mingde's health, if this girl can really cure the emperor's illness, she will agree to any request.

"The courtiers usually just read a few more medical books, although they know some medical theories, but they don't have enough practical experience, so they want to ask for an experienced helper. The courtiers heard that Mr. Situ of Xuanwang's Mansion was skilled in medicine, so she wanted to ask Mr. Situ to help and ask the queen's grace. ”

That makes sense.

When Queen Duanjing heard this, it was indeed reasonable, so she said to Meng Yuanheng: "What does King Xuan think?" ”

Situ Gong is a person from King Xuan's Mansion, so he naturally needs to ask King Xuan's opinion.

"Mr. Szeto will do his best to help." Meng Yuanheng still looked cold, but when he said this, he agreed.

Shen Qianmo finally knew that this Funing Hall was the dormitory of Emperor Mingde.

Walking into the inner room of the dormitory, it was naturally magnificent, and Shen Qianmo didn't bother to take a closer look, so she walked directly to the spacious wooden bed where Emperor Mingde was lying.

There was an old man who looked like a doctor beside the bed who was taking the pulse of Emperor Mingde, and when he saw Gonggong Li coming in with two people, he stood up and stood on one side with his hands down.

"Imperial Physician Wang, how is the emperor's situation?" Gonggong Li asked softly.

Imperial Physician Wang's face was full of sorrow. "The emperor's asthma symptoms seem to be getting worse and worse, and the coma is getting longer and longer, and the situation is not optimistic."

Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man about fifty years old, although his eyes were closed, his face was still majestic, this was the current emperor of the Dasheng Dynasty, Emperor Mingde.

Shen Qianmo saw that he was short of breath and suffocated, his lips and fingers were cyanotic, and his face was covered with sweat, as if he was unconscious.

This seems to be a symptom of pneumothorax!

She asked Situ Gong to probe Emperor Mingde's pulse, and sure enough, the pulse was weak and fast. It should be a pneumothorax.

She asked the imperial physician, "Has the emperor ever suffered from lung disease?" ”

"The emperor caught a cold last month and coughed for a long time, and his lungs did have symptoms of inflammation at that time." Imperial Physician Wang recalled.

"Then what is the cause of the emperor's current illness?"

"A few days ago, the emperor recovered physically, thinking that he had not moved his muscles and bones for a long time, so he played polo with several princes, and the ball of the four princes hit the emperor's chest halfway, and the emperor has been feeling chest tightness and shortness of breath after falling off the horse, and then he was bedridden, and today it seems to be more serious." It's so severe that I'm already exhaling more and taking in less. Of course, Imperial Physician Wang didn't dare to say this.

The situation is, of course, serious. Shen Qianmo thought helplessly. If you don't do it, you won't die, if Emperor Mingde dies because of pneumothorax, he will also die by himself, and the pneumonia is just right to run to do a strenuous exercise like playing polo. And the fourth prince was also an unlucky bastard, and he actually smashed the polo into Emperor Mingde's lungs by chance. It is likely that the blow caused the bubbles on the surface of the lungs to burst and air to enter the pleural space.

Pneumothorax is a disease that can be big or small, and if not treated in time, it can indeed be life-threatening. According to Emperor Mingde's current symptoms, the only way to do this is to perform lung puncture. She's just a forensic doctor, not a surgeon, but now that the situation is urgent, she can't care about so much.

She instructed Situ Gong to prepare a long silver needle, disinfect the silver needle, and slowly stroked Emperor Mingde's chest with her hand.

There is no way, there is no instrument testing equipment here, and everything can only rely on your own experience and feel. Luckily, she was used to dissecting corpses, and no one knew the inner workings of the human body better than she did. This is also the reason why she insisted on doing it herself and did not let Situ Gong administer the needle.

After a while, she pinpointed the place where the needle was placed. Under the frightened gaze of Imperial Physician Wang and Gonggong Li, she quickly and accurately pierced the silver needle into Emperor Mingde's chest. To do lung puncture, the most important thing is to be fast and accurate, and you must not hesitate to start.

There was dark red blood spilling out from the part where the silver needle was, and Shen Qianmo breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he hadn't stabbed in the wrong place. Due to the limitations of medical equipment, her biggest concern is that she cannot be positioned.

She handed the silver needle to Situ Gong and said to the imperial physician: "The blood congestion in the emperor's lungs has been discharged, and it should not be long before he will wake up. ”

Imperial Physician Wang and Gonggong Li were obviously frightened by Shen Qianmo's actions just now, and looked at her in a daze, stammering for a while, not knowing how to react. What kind of person is this woman, she can stab such a long silver needle into the emperor's chest without changing her face, and her expression is so confident and calm, people have to be convinced.

Situ Gong was also shocked. Shen Qianmo's fast and accurate movements when he put down the needle just now opened his eyes. This is the current emperor, and the risks she has to bear can be imagined, but the princess's eyes are still so confident and calm, and this alone makes Situ Gong sincerely admire.

Of course, Shen Qianmo was not as calm as they thought, and she also sweated. After all, this is the first time she has done a lung puncture, and it was only on paper at most before, and the object is still the current emperor, if she is not careful, it is not something that she can solve by losing her head alone. This is also thanks to her roommate, who studied surgery in graduate school, who often used human specimens in the dormitory to experiment with some minor surgeries, and over time, she also heard about it.

Fortunately, she succeeded.