Chapter 440: Little Four Guardians

Chapter 440

When [Xu Mo] and his sister left the [Dou Family], the goose feathers turned from large to small, barely noticeable.

"The snow should have stopped this time," he said, holding his sister's hand.

"Why, big brother?" [Jiang Sheng], who had never observed the weather before, asked in confusion.

[Xu Mo] raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of hope and vitality, "Because the sunshine has appeared."

All winds and rains will eventually end in sunshine, just as all careful considerations will eventually be no match for fairness and severity!

The siblings walked with steady steps. Behind them, golden light rose.

In the neighboring county city, which was also affected by the heavy snow, a ragged teenager jumped up, looked up to the sky and laughed out loud, "The snow has stopped, the snow has finally stopped. After it melts for another two days I can go home, sheep, you have to hold on, if you die my sister will be heartbroken."

Sunshine spread into the Imperial Medical Bureau. The thin teenager who had been turning over ancient books for two sleepless nights also stood up, pleasantly surprised, and shouted, "Found it, found it!"

Beside him, [Wu Ziyou], who had been dozing off with his cheek resting on his hand, the grandson who had teamed up with his grandfather and father to confront the Wen Medical Center, murmured half asleep, "What did you find, I told you to stop looking, in this world only acupuncture can change the pulse."

[Wen Zhiyun] also knew that acupuncture could change the pulse. He had already witnessed it under Old Dr. Wu.

But what they wanted to change was the pulse of the imperial family. Who would dare to swagger up and say, "Your Majesty, allow your humble servant to give you an acupuncture treatment."

Direct acupuncture was impossible, but [Wen Zhiyun] didn't want to take risks with misdiagnosis either. If the imperial family really investigated, wouldn't that mean sending half of the imperial physicians to their death?

In case someone was timid enough to pull out the Fifth Prince behind the scenes, I'm afraid it would be hard to settle.

[Wen Zhiyun] had asked his big brother about the situation before he came. He knew that Concubine Ju had been eyeing the various princes covetously, and the Fifth Prince, as the only legitimate heir, attracted people's attention. Even if he deliberately kept a low profile, someone would still find fault.

He also knew that among the princes there was another one who pretended to be muddled but capable. He would join forces with the Fang family at any time to bare his fangs, but it was not yet known who would be stabbed.

As the Fourth Prince's brother, it was his duty to protect his younger siblings.

At any time.

"Acupuncture stimulates acupoints to change the pulse, mainly on the Jingquan and YuanYe acupoints. If we can use massage to silently squeeze these two acupoints..." [Wen Zhiyun] pointed to the ancient book, which clearly stated "sharp pain at the fingertips can also achieve stimulation."

"You say there is no harm then there is no harm? If something goes wrong, aren't we trying to keep our heads to eat? "[Wu Steward] waved his hand, deciding it was still safer to use acupuncture.

"Steward," [Wen Zhiyun] still wanted to fight for it. "Why don't you let the child massage your shoulders and neck first before making a decision?"

[Wu Steward] was startled. As an imperial attendant, he stood for as long as the emperor sat at the dragon desk. It was impossible for his waist and back not to ache. It was just that while the emperor could still call the palace ladies to hammer his shoulders, he could only call his eunuch son to help.

The rough little eunuch, what kind of relaxation could he massage out?

Speaking of which, his shoulder and neck pain was even more severe than the emperor's.

"Steward's arms and shoulders are often stiff when moving, indicating congestion and stagnation of blood and hardening of tendons and bones. Only after dredging can it feel comfortable." [Wen Zhiyun]'s gaze was sincere.

[Wu Steward] was finally moved, "Then try it on me."

When the emperor took medicine, he tested for poison. When the emperor treated illness, he tasted first. The chief eunuch steward was all about leading the way.

Then, there was a series of pig-killing screams from the side hall, accompanied by [Wu Steward]'s cry for help, "Come on, someone is trying to kill me, save me..."

But after that soreness disappeared, he just felt light and extremely comfortable.

"When dredged, it does not hurt, when it hurts, it is not dredged. Steward is in dire need of massage and relaxation." [Wen Zhiyun] stood aside, honest and well-behaved.

[Wu Steward] waved away the guards with knives before finally showing a smile, "Not bad, do it again."

With rounds and rounds of pig-killing sounds, from heart-wrenching to smooth, from interest to acceptance.

In the end, [Wu Steward] still recommended [Wen Zhiyun] to the emperor.

Whether it was out of trust or truly having no time to be distracted, the emperor easily let him get to work.

At the beginning, [Wen Zhiyun] did not dare to do anything. He did his best to massage, and only dared to try pressing the key acupoints on the eve of the routine pulse diagnosis.

Such changes in pulse at most lasted two or three days, but it was enough.

As the lord of the country, the emperor had his pulse diagnosed routinely twice a month by the two most prestigious old imperial physicians of the Imperial Medical Bureau in turn.

It was assumed that the usual talk of calluses would be heard this year as well, but unexpectedly, Imperial Physician Zhao, who was responsible for pulse diagnosis, repeatedly checked and then softened his legs and knelt on the ground.