Only then did Zhen Mi breathe a sigh of relief and put her mind at ease.
Seeing this, Liu Xie stepped forward. "You're ill right now. Don't think about so much. Getting some proper rest and recovering your health is what matters most."
Zhen Mi nodded obediently.
Liu Xie kept her company for a while, then left the bedchamber. Hua Tuo had yet to leave and was waiting outside.
"Sir, how serious is Noble Lady Zhen's condition?"
Liu Xie asked Hua Tuo as soon as he approached.
Earlier, while Hua Tuo was taking Zhen Mi's pulse, he had noticed the physician's tightly knitted brows. He had never seen Hua Tuo wear such an expression while examining a pulse before.
Coupled with Hua Tuo's pointed questions afterward, he had immediately realized that Zhen Mi's illness might not be so simple.
Sure enough, upon hearing Liu Xie's question, Hua Tuo sighed softly and cupped his hands. "Your Majesty, the noble lady's condition is quite serious."
"When I took her pulse just now, I discovered that she had contracted not wind-cold, but wind evil invading the lungs. It is a lung disease."
"Ordinary physicians struggle to distinguish between the two. Treating it as wind-cold will only worsen the lung disease, eventually leading to death."
"The reason I asked about the noble lady's family was that wind-cold should not have caused such severe symptoms of lung disease. The only possibility was an underlying ailment inherited from her elders."
"And that indeed proved to be the case."
Hua Tuo truly deserved his reputation as a divine physician of the age. Merely by taking Zhen Mi's pulse and asking a few simple questions, he had identified the true cause of her illness.
"Then are you confident you can cure her, sir?"
Liu Xie pressed him, deeply