After attacking the tyrant, I held the wrong thigh

Chapter 41

Having finally passed the test of being an imperial doctor, Jing Xu couldn't wait to see the tyrant's father's medical records.

"Teacher, can you let me see Father's case?" Jing Xu looked at Doctor Cui with innocent eyes.

The usually bright and generous old man suddenly froze, with a serious expression on his face: "No, His Majesty's past pulse records, even a princess is not allowed to read them."

Jing Xu frowned slightly.

But she couldn't really be so persistent, so she smiled, with a little coquettish meaning: "Teacher, that's my closest person, it won't matter if I take a look."

Doctor Cui frowned even more, this time even his voice was much harsher: "No, if His Majesty has an order, I naturally dare not disobey."

Jing Xu pouted: "Okay, I don't want it anymore."

"Thank you teacher for teaching these days, I will come here often." Jing Xu stuck out his tongue at the old man.

Doctor Cui had nothing to do with her, so he could only respectfully salute: "Respectfully, Your Highness the Princess."

Jing Xu giggled, waved his hand, and when he actually turned around, his eyes darkened.

Maybe there is a problem in the entire Imperial Hospital. With the superb medical skills of Imperial Doctor Cui, it is impossible not to notice her father's condition.

Even if it cannot be cured, at least it can be controlled.

But that day, she just touched it, and she knew that the violent pulse in Jing Yu's body was not under any control, but was more like a wild horse, rampaging in his body.

Jing Xu is slightly helpless, if he knew that one day he would be able to wear a book, he must have read every word carefully, and would never just read the love story of the hero and heroine.

By the way, I haven't said who the hero in this book is until now.

His father's nephew, the son of her father's younger brother, and her cousin Jing Mo.

The ending of the first part of this book is very bleak. The Great Zhou Dynasty was destroyed, and the Jing family was destroyed. At the end of Jing Mo, the author also left some foreshadowing, saying that he did not die.

Presumably the second part should be the story of the revenge of the subjugated princess and Jing's last blood.

After all, it's not that she, a character who can't be counted as No. 18 cannon fodder, can participate.

But these are not important to her at all.

She wanted to know the truth, why the tyrant's father had such a disordered pulse in his body, and why the Tai Hospital hesitated and refused to even show the pulse diagnosis records.

And why did Imperial Doctor Cui, who even looked good, show such a stern look.

Jing Xu walked while thinking, but he didn't see the person walking straight ahead at all.

The maid behind her was so frightened that she knelt down, but Jing Xu bumped into her.

"Ah—" Jing Xu covered his head and cried out in pain.

When going back, the center of gravity was not stable, and he fell to the ground.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to rub her buttocks or her forehead, she looked up pitifully at the backlit black and yellow dragon robe.

And that gorgeous and cold face under the white light.

"Father?!" Jing Xu turned from pouted into surprise, and quickly got up from the ground, patted his buttocks, and stood up.

Embarrassed, he scratched his neck, and quickly imitated the etiquette he learned these days to salute: "Kang Ning pays homage to Father."

Jiang Xing behind Jing Yu also smiled and shook his head slightly.

On the other hand, Jing Yu's face was full of ancient water, his eyes swept over Jing Xu's disheveled hair, and then at the court lady behind Jing Xu.

Without saying a word, the surrounding temperature dropped by at least ten degrees.


(End of this chapter)