"You're in good health, just be careful with your sex life."
Cao Jin grabbed him and pressed him down.
"Shut up."
Yuan Shen also stepped forward, blocking Chu Tianxing and Gu Moran.
"With the imperial trial imminent, those involved in the case are forbidden from speaking recklessly about the private affairs of the royal family."
Chu Tianxing glanced at Cao Jin, then at Yuan Shen, still holding half a steamed bun in his hand.
I didn't talk about personal matters; I said I was sick.
Gu Mochen stood beside the carriage, pressing the rim of the brocade box with his fingers.
He didn't want to respond to that.
However, if Gu Moran could be publicly humiliated as a ridiculous good-for-nothing, then the Emperor would have one less rival.
Gu Mochen spoke up, " Physician Chu has a keen eye. My third brother has six wives in his household, and they've only been married for a little over a month. It's normal for their health to be a bit weak."
Several eunuchs outside the hall bowed their heads, suppressing their laughter.
Cao Jin's face darkened further.
Yuan Shen's eyelid twitched.
Gu Moran glanced at the brocade box in Gu Mochen's hand, then looked at Chu Tianxing.
"Second brother is right."
Gu Mochen frowned, waiting for him to jump into the pit.
Gu Moran raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his tone languid.
"Doctor Chu sees patients regardless of who he sees?"
Chu Tianxing stuffed the steamed bun into his mouth and nodded.
"Go see a doctor if you're sick."
Gu Moran, "Did you show it to Lord Cao?"
Cao Jin turned to look at him.
Your Highness.
Chu Tianxing pointed to Cao Jin's face.
"Lord Cao didn't sleep last night, so he's irritable. His stubble has grown half an inch. When he was riding just now, he squeezed his right leg tighter than his left, and his old knee injury flared up."
Cao Jin's hand stopped beside the waist token.
He was investigating the case last night when his knee hit the crossbar of the prison door.
He was in so much pain when he dismounted that he almost cursed.
Chu Tianxing swallowed the steamed bun in a few bites and continued speaking.
"The outside of the right knee is covered by an old injury on top of a new one. Apply a hot salt pack later, or prepare crutches in advance."
Cao Jin gritted his teeth.
"Thank you."
Gu Moran then pointed to Yuan Shen.
"Should we also show it to Lord Yuan?"
Yuan Shen put his hands behind his back and gathered his sleeves.
Chu Tianxing has already turned to Yuan Shen.
"Lord Yuan has dark circles under his eyes, and his tongue coating must be thick. He drank too much tea last night, and his stomach is upset with acid."
Drink less strong tea.
"If your stomach is upset, you'll be more prone to burping and farting after waking up."
Yuan Shen kept a straight face.
Gu Moran shrugged.
"Second brother, look, he's even going after Lord Yuan."
Gu Mochen pressed his fingers against the edge of the brocade box, and the slight smile he had just shown faded away.
Chu Tianxing had already offended a whole circle of officials outside the palace.
The words, though offensive, contained medical principles that were difficult to refute.
If this continues, he might really dare to say anything reckless in front of the Emperor.
A palace attendant came to announce, "His Majesty summons Yuan Shen, the Prefect of the Capital; Cao Jin, the Chang'an County; Chu Tianxing, the physician in charge of medicine; Prince Yi; and Prince An to the palace."
Cao Jin lowered his voice. "After you go in, Chu Tianxing, remember, only answer Qing."
Chu Tianxing shouldered his medicine box.
"What about the food?"
Cao Jin looked at him.
"Come out alive, and you'll get extra meat noodles."
Chu Tianxing immediately shut up.
The group entered the hall.
The Hall of Supreme Ultimate was filled with the strong scent of medicine.
Four items were placed beside the emperor's desk.
Case files from Shun'an Lane.
Ye Qingyun always carried bamboo tubes and bamboo slips with him.
The broken needle in Chu Tianxing's needle case.
Chen Dehai took the brocade box from Gu Mochen's hands and placed it on the yellow silk tray on the right side of the imperial desk.
As Chu Tianxing the hall, the tip of his tongue touched the root of his teeth.
The smell of medicinal pills inside the hall was even stronger than outside.
Cinnabar, sulfur, and a burnt, sweet-bitter smell.
Gu Moran smelled it too.
The emperor has been consuming quite a few elixirs lately.
Suspicion will only intensify.
He suppressed the thought and knelt down to pay his respects.
Gu Mochen knelt beside him, his sleeves neatly tucked in.
Chu Tianxing knelt awkwardly, with the medicine box resting beside his knees.
The emperor sat behind his desk, a thin patch of ointment on his forehead.
He didn't sleep well all night; there were bloodshot lines in the whites of his eyes. He replaced the honey water with ginseng tea.
Yuan Shen.
Yuan Shen kowtowed.
"Your subject is present."
The emperor pointed to the case file.
"Read."
Yuan Shen stood up and opened the case file.
The pages turned, and that was the only sound in the hall.
" In the Shun'an Lane emergency shed case, Ye Qingyun stormed into the shed with a knife, interrogated the doctor Chu Tianxing, and claimed that he was acting on the orders of the Eastern Palace, thus crippling Chu Tianxing's left arm."
"After the conflict, Chu Tianxing used acupuncture to treat Ye Qingyun, who forcibly circulated an unorthodox martial art, causing his qi and blood to rush upwards."
"Before he died, he claimed that the Crown Prince had harmed him, that the Crown Prince had ordered Chu Tianxing depose him, and that the Crown Prince Chu Tianxing bought his life."
Gu Mochen lowered his eyes.
The thumb presses down on the pad of the index finger inside the sleeve.
The Crown Prince was confined to his quarters and not in the palace.
But the name of the Eastern Palace rolled over and over again in the imperial archives.
It's more unbearable than being scolded while standing in the hall.
When the emperor heard the words "Crown Prince," his finger paused on the cup lid for a moment.
"Continue."
Yuan Shen said, "Before Ye Qingyun died, he uttered the words 'Gu Mo' again, but he didn't finish."
Cao Jin continued, "The initial autopsy report showed bleeding from all seven orifices, necrosis of the veins in the left arm, chest tightness, and blood rushing to the head and eyes."
"The bamboo tubes on his body were hot, and the bamboo slips were soaked with sweat and blood."
The emperor looked at Chu Tianxing.
"Suspect Chu Tianxing, I've heard you have a reputation as a divine physician. Tell me about it."
Chu Tianxing straightened his knees slightly.
He glanced at the row of people standing in the hall, then at the imperial desk.
"Your Majesty must be discerning! I didn't kill Ye Qingyun with my needles."
Chen Dehai frowned.
Cao Jin felt a weight on his shoulder and almost reached out to cover her mouth.
The emperor did not retaliate.
How so?
Chu Tianxing pointed to the broken needle.
"I used acupuncture to release the rising qi in his chest."
"The techniques he practiced caused his blood and qi to rise upwards, which his head couldn't handle, and he died."
The imperial physicians in the hall exchanged glances.
One of the imperial physicians couldn't help but speak up.
"There are indeed cases where blood rushes to the head and causes death."
"But this person is young, yet his foundation is strong."
Chu Tianxing turned to look at him.
"Those with a strong foundation are more likely to fail quickly."
The imperial physician looked grim.
"As a suspect in this case, you should be mindful of your words when speaking before the Emperor."
Another senior imperial physician said in a deep voice, " Elder Shen did not enter the palace today, so stop showing off your folk remedies before the Emperor."
Chu Tianxing looked at him.
"Your back hurts."
The older imperial physician was taken aback.
Chu Tianxing continued, "It's not kidney pain, it's an old lumbar spine injury."
My legs ache after rain, and they go numb after standing for a long time.
"You were writing prescriptions until at least the second watch of the night last night."
He pointed at the imperial physician.
The imperial physician looked down and his expression changed.
The young imperial physician beside him frowned. "Don't dodge the question about the case."
Chu Tianxing turned to look at him.
"Don't stay up late looking at pornographic recipes."
The young imperial physician's face turned deathly pale.
Several eunuchs in the hall nearly couldn't hold back their laughter.
Cao Jin closed his eyes briefly.
This guy is finished.
Chu Tianxing isn't over yet.
"You're not using it yourself."
"It was a prescription change for someone else, and the change wasn't even correct."
"If you take too much deer antler, the person who takes it will have nosebleeds for three days, can't sleep at night, and will even call you a quack."
The young imperial physician's lips moved.
I didn't dare answer.
The other, portly imperial physician took half a step back.
Chu Tianxing looked over.
"Don't hide either."
The fat imperial physician deflated his belly.
Chu Tianxing, "Your spleen and stomach are damp, you crave sweets, you're sleepy in the afternoon, and you snore at night."
"Also, stop taking those aphrodisiac pills."
"Eating it won't help; you should lose weight first."
Someone coughed inside the hall.
Chen Dehai covered his mouth with his whisk.
The emperor's cup lid remained between his fingers, not set down.
Gu Moran lowered his head, his shoulders aching from the effort.
Chu Tianxing then looked at the thin imperial physician at the very end.
The thin imperial physician immediately bowed and said, "I am not ill."
Chu Tianxing nodded.
You don't have any serious illness.
The thin imperial physician had just breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Tianxing added a sentence.
It's hemorrhoids.
The thin imperial physician's face changed from white to red, and then from red to green.
"You..."
Chu Tianxing said seriously, "It's from sitting for too long."
Don't be shy.
I can prescribe a medicine for you.
Cao Jin no longer wanted to live.
Yuan Shen raised his hand and pressed it to his brow.
Gu Mochen knelt to one side, the brocade box still on the right side of the imperial desk.
His knuckles pressed down on his cuffs, pressing them tighter and tighter.
The emperor finally spoke.
That's enough.
Chu Tianxing shut up.
The emperor looked at the imperial physicians.
Is he accurate?
The imperial physicians in the palace looked at each other.
No one dared to be the first to answer.
The older imperial physician gritted his teeth and knelt down first.
"Your Majesty, I do indeed have a back injury."
The young imperial physician knelt down as well.
"I did indeed change the prescription for someone last night."
The fat imperial physician knelt the slowest.
"Your Majesty... will eat less sweets from now on."
The last skinny imperial physician's face turned purple from holding his breath.
"Your Majesty... has indeed been sitting for too long."
The hall was so quiet that only the steam from the ginseng tea rose into the air.
The emperor's gaze toward Chu Tianxing changed.
That mouth deserves a beating.
But those eyes can indeed diagnose illnesses.