Chapter 391

Gongsun Li's sharp and narrow eyes were shining, and he had been staring at the two people kneeling on the ground. Even if he shouted suddenly just now, he didn't surprise the two people.

There are only two possibilities, either pretending to be a fool, acting too well, or she is really not Yan Qiqi.

His heart sank bit by bit. He suddenly thought of the violent drink just now. Generally, as long as a normal person hears another person calling his name, he will react.

He tried just now, but the result still dissatisfied him.

Gongsun Li's eyelids shrunk slightly, and he immediately changed another face. He quickly stepped forward and shouted, "what are you doing? The prince's disease is very important. It's just a matter of urgent treatment. What's the matter with kneeling here? "

Jing Yunshi took Yan Qiqi to stand up from the ground, and his demeanor remained unchanged. "Report back to your excellency, the grass people were about to make a diagnosis and treatment, and you came, so..."

Gongsun Li waved his hand and leaned over to the chair next to him, "just have nothing to do. Go on."

I'm afraid he's the only one who can say the word "surveillance" so openly.

Just now they got up, but Yan Qiqi didn't stop for the first time. Gongsun Li looked at the ugly freckles and sparse hair on her face, suppressed the nausea in her heart, and pretended to inadvertently test, "the doctor seems to be unwell. Do you want to go and have a rest?"

Sooner or later, Gongsun Li's hand caught Yan Qiqi's wrist like lightning, and his index finger and middle finger "accidentally" pressed on her pulse, but before Yan Qiqi could pull back his hand, he first moved his hand away.

On the other side, Jingyun seems to have no idea of Gongsun Li's small actions. She is doing the preparatory work before the diagnosis. Yan Qiqi knows that Gongsun Li is trying her pulse. Fortunately, she has been prepared and has not revealed her flaws.

Gongsun Li's hand still had the residual temperature that had just touched her skin. The pulse was stable, and there was no trace of rapid beating. After a moment of silence, Gongsun Li pulled a smile and leaned on the mahogany chair nearby, "you continue."

"Yes."

The prince's hand has been hanging outside. Jing Yun put down the medicine box, took out a square silk handkerchief, gently raised the prince's hand and put it on it.

As soon as Jingyun's hand touched the prince, the prince coughed more violently, as if he had been pinched his throat. His breathing made a hoarse and suffocating sound, like the devil howling, which was particularly terrible in this airtight room.

"Your Highness, the grass people have offended."

Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, asking and cutting. Although Yan Qiqi and Jing Yunshi were selected to the Imperial College of medicine together, they are not medical Xiaobai and have not undergone systematic training. On the contrary, they are more like a famous expert who is qualified to treat the prince after passing five passes and cutting six generals.

She ate and lived with Jingyun for some time, but Yan Qiqi really didn't see his medical skills. On the contrary, she helped him deal with his wounds several times.

Today, like Gongsun Li, she met for the first time.

Jing Yunshi put on a coir hat on the ground of "ugly face". Outsiders can't see his expression at the moment. They just feel that his hands are flying up and down quickly. After probing the pulse of the prince's left wrist, he probes his right wrist again. His posture is very skilled.

As a modern man, Yan Qiqi's understanding of traditional Chinese medicine is only seven or eight points. Compared with watching, hearing, asking and cutting, the hospital relies on high-tech equipment, CT and automation, which greatly increases the efficiency and avoids the occurrence of misdiagnosis.

This is also the first time she has seen such a professional traditional Chinese medicine to feel the pulse.

Gongsun Li's deep, inky eyes also kept staring at Jingyun without letting go of any clues.

The fake crown prince poisoned himself, and only he knew the root cause. Even if the immortal Luo came, it was no use just to apply the needle. Gongsun Li looked at Jing Yun coldly, and his heart was slightly confused. Just when he felt that Jing Yun was just like this, he suddenly heard him Yi.

"What's the matter?" Gongsun Li raised his eyebrows and asked patiently.

When I saw Jing Yun, I came quickly with a very serious tone, "my Lord, the grass people need to take the blood of the prince."

Gongsun Li didn't seem surprised at all. He raised his half hanging eyes slightly and looked at Jingyun, who was bending over and standing in front of him. "Take blood? How much? "

"Half a bowl is enough."

The crown prince is Jin Gui's body and the son chosen by heaven. It's even taboo to take the blood of the Dragon without authorization. But here, let alone take the blood, even if it's half a bowl, it seems that Gongsun Li can decide alone.

The conversation between the two was as usual as discussing the weather. Yan Qiqi felt strange, but he still suppressed himself temporarily.

Since she came into the room, there was a strange look everywhere. Gongsun Li, a pervert, was so careful that she didn't dare to move, lest she show any careful thought and be seen through by him.

Now stand aside and let yourself play a competent little medicine boy.

Hearing Jingyun's words, Gongsun Li turned his eyes to the direction where Yan Qiqi was. He looked at her with a smile and waved his hand. "Go, the prince is seriously ill. You should be more careful."

"Yes."

"Come here, why are you standing here?" When Jing Yun looked at Yan Qiqi standing on one side, he suddenly raised his voice.

Yan Qiqi returned to his senses and trotted over to fight.

Gongsun Li immediately felt very upset. He had been testing the two people, but the results were disappointing again and again. Yan Qiqi had never been so cautious. Even if a person pretended to be more like, his essence would not change. Was it really his carelessness?

Gongsun Li was meditating here, and his eyes glanced around. Yan Qiqi and Jingyun were not idle there. Fortunately, the green gauze curtains used to cover them were not all pulled up. They looked at each other quickly through this natural barrier and knew it.

Bleeding is just Jingyun's excuse.

As soon as he entered the door, Yan Qiqi found the strangeness here.

It is cold, damp and airtight. The living environment of the crown prince, who claims to be seriously ill, is so poor. I'm afraid that the crown prince's life has been tightly pulled in the palm of his hand by the Regent.