Jishi doctor arrives

Yang Mo asked the servants to lead her into the hall to wait. Someone was talking in the hall, and Yang Mo could hear them clearly.

"Your Majesty, the evidence of Yang Bingzheng's corruption of ink is beyond doubt."

Yang Mo's heart trembled when she heard this.

It turned out to be about her father's case. It stands to reason that she shouldn't have heard such things, but for some reason the servants led her here, and there was only one door away from the inside.

Yang Mo raised her head to look at the servant, but the servant's gaze had already fallen on the emperor in the palace.

The emperor stood on the high steps, leaving a tall and tall figure for the ministers and workers below.

Wang Tinghe, an official standing below, bowed respectfully to the emperor, "The minister eats the imperial salary and devotes himself to serving the imperial court. Back then, Yang Bingzheng's minister reported the truth to the imperial court, and there was no so-called false accusation."

Yang Bingzheng was greedy for ink in Wang Tinghe's secret report. The emperor didn't check this point carefully. He just listened to Mr. Feng Ge's report of the whole incident. Yang Bingzheng committed suicide in fear of crime before entering Beijing. Yang Bingzheng's case was brought up again, and the emperor ignored it at first, but when it came to the Shangqing Court, the emperor was determined to investigate and see how many "big things" Feng Guochang had done without telling him.

The emperor kept his hands behind his back and said for a while, "Anqing Mansion General Judge Han Ji also has a secret letter, saying that you framed Shangfeng when you were the Tong Zhi of Anqing Mansion, and that Yang Bingzheng's greed for ink and relief food is nothing. They were all empty, but a grain ship was brought in one day before the imperial envoy's investigation, and the granary was filled with bad rice. Han Ji will clearly explain when and how much he will enter the grain, and will tell Anqing Mansion over the years. Attached is the log of grain storage in the granary. There has never been such a situation where the grain has been spoiled within a few months. Han Ji is the official in charge of grain transportation, and he has conclusive evidence. How can you argue?"

Elder Feng Ge quietly raised his head, could it be that the emperor really wants to investigate the case of Anqing mansion, when will the emperor feel like this.

Feng Ge was thinking in his heart but there was no expression on his face, his eyes were half closed as if he was resting.

"Your Majesty," Wang Tinghe said with a serious face of righteousness, "The reason for the emperor's ministers to expose their superiors is for the court. They have absolutely no other intentions."

Wang Tinghe impeached his boss, and now Han Ji is Wang Tinghe's subordinate, and like Wang Tinghe, he always finds fault with his boss.

It looks like an Anqing mansion official dog bites a dog, but in fact, everyone knows what is involved, it is disaster relief food, if Yang Bingzheng is wronged.So where did the relief food allocated by the imperial court go?Was corrupted by someone.

The emperor flicked his sleeves, "Let Wang Tinghe come to confront him. Doesn't Wang Tinghe have a memorandum? Can't he memorize the lost grain account of Anqing Mansion."

As soon as the words were finished, the imperial doctor from the Imperial Hospital came to the hall and said, "Your Majesty, Han Ji is seriously ill and can't speak."

Just now I was able to walk into the palace by myself.Now I can't even speak.

"Possibly cured?" The emperor turned his head, but there was no joy or anger on his face.Ask Tai Hospital directly.

The imperial doctor of Tai Hospital said: "I can only try my best."

"Try," the emperor stretched out his hand, "heal him quickly, let him get up and explain to me what is going on with this secret document? Let the Metropolitan Procuratorate close the case as soon as possible," he said, frowning, "I have worked so hard I am here to pray for blessings for the country. You come here every day to torment me, which makes me helplessly upset. Now I will give you a chance to clarify the matter immediately, otherwise, I will deal with it together regardless of whether it is true or not."

At this point, all the ministers and workers in the hall knelt down and saluted.

The emperor waved his hand, "Where is Yang? Let Yang come. Yang has always been famous among the people. Let her assist the imperial hospital in diagnosing and treating Han Ji's illness, and let Han Ji speak quickly."

Yang Mo's heart shuddered when she heard it outside the palace. Han Ji was avenging his father's grievances. Letting her treat him now may have deeper consideration for the emperor, but it is a good opportunity for her.

The servant came out and said, "Mr. Yang has an audience."

Yang Mo lowered her head and followed the servant into the hall.

The bright floor tiles seemed to be able to reflect people's shadows. There were many palace people standing on both sides of the hall, and everyone lowered their heads and waited for Yang Mo to come forward and kowtow to the emperor.

The emperor turned around and sat lazily on the throne, twirling the dust whisk with his hands, as if he didn't see Yang Mo salute. No one in the hall dared to say anything. The emperor's eyes were slightly closed, and it took a long time to open them again, "Ping, "But he didn't glance at Yang Mo, but yawned, and looked at the newly appointed envoy of Tai Hospital, "Take Yang to see Han Ji."

The imperial doctor of the imperial hospital said: "Mr. Yang, come with me!"

"Old Feng Ge." The emperor raised his eyes and shouted.

Old Feng Ge was standing with trembling soles of his feet, he hurriedly raised his head when he heard these words, "The old minister is..." He opened his clothes and knelt down as he said that, due to his inconvenient legs and feet, he couldn't touch the floor tiles for a long time.

The emperor raised the corner of his eyes, "Get old!"

In the past, Feng Ge's old and clumsy appearance made him feel funny, but now he is more like pointing his nose and calling Feng Guochang an old dog. No one should be allowed to get involved in the place, although King Xuan is hateful, he has not reached this point.

The wind blew through the emperor's hair, and the emperor suddenly heard the roar of a beast from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to show these people what Tianwei was.

Wang Tinghe looked at Yang's back. The emperor believed in Taoist priests on weekdays, but he did not expect to find a teenage girl to come to the imperial hospital for diagnosis and treatment. Yang Bingzheng's medical skills are only superficial. What can his daughter do? , I hope Han Ji is seriously ill and dies.

As long as Han Ji dies, he can save himself from danger.

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Yang Mo walked out of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and went to the cover room at the back,

There were two or three imperial physicians standing in the room, and everyone was whispering about the symptoms. When they heard footsteps, they turned around together, and their eyes fell on Yang Mo.

Yang Shi was really brought into the palace to treat with them.

A teenage girl who really regards herself as a master of Chinese medicine.

"How is it? Can you get the results?" The new envoy of the imperial hospital is a retired old imperial doctor. He has gray hair and many brown spots on his face. He speaks very slowly, especially when he is stretched. With a particularly imposing face, he walked straight into the room and threw Yang Mo at the door.

The imperial doctors looked at Yang Mo.

Chen Yuan envoy said: "Could it be that the disease has not been diagnosed and cured for such a long time, how are you going to report to the emperor?"

One of the imperial physicians hastily said: "With some results, the envoy, please take a look at our side."

Yang Mo looked at the patient lying on the kang, and walked over slowly.

The palace maid was putting a wet veil on the patient's head. The patient's eyes were open, and sweat beads the size of soybeans were all over his face. It seemed that the patient was conscious. Yang Mo whispered: "Master Han may Did you hear the girl talking?"

Hearing Yang Mo's voice, the imperial doctors showed disdain on their faces, they should check the pulse first, and Miss Yang went straight to ask the patient.

They have clearly reported it, and the patient cannot speak now.

Han Ji seemed to be about to speak, but the corner of his mouth was bent and he didn't open his mouth.

If Han Ji couldn't open his mouth, he wouldn't enter the palace. It is obvious that his condition developed further in the palace.

Yang Mo turned around and bowed to the imperial physicians, "Do you know what illness Mr. Han had before? Have you ever been injured?"

Court Envoy Chen looked at the pulse record in his hand, and raised his head, "Master Han felt a little unwell before he came to Beijing, and he used a single remedy for typhoid fever."

The prescriptions for typhoid fever were used but did not improve, so it was conceivable that it was not typhoid fever.

"Master Envoy, can you see the wound on Master Han's head?" Yang Mo stretched out her hand to lift Han Ji's fortune and saw a hidden wound.

This was not mentioned in these pulse cases. Chen Yuan raised his brows, stood up holding the pulse case in his hand, and went to Han Ji to have a look.

He had checked the pulse just now, but he didn't notice the injury on Han Ji's head.

Hearing this, the imperial physician next to him also stepped forward to check. The wound has obviously healed. It seems that the wound has been healed for some time. "The wound has healed. Master Han's illness should have nothing to do with the wound."

The wound is healed by first intention, so it should not be long.Yang Mo can't tell whether Han Ji's illness has anything to do with the wound, but since the diagnosis and treatment must take all the circumstances into consideration, if Han Ji didn't say nothing on purpose, but now he is conscious but can't speak, it is likely to be related to the brain. Infection related.

Yang Mo sat down and checked Han Ji's pulse. The pulse was about one hundred beats per minute.

High fever, shortness of breath, rapid pulse, Yang Mo silently thought about these symptoms, it seemed that all infections would cause such symptoms.

It depends on whether Master Han still has the typical symptoms of certain diseases.

Although Han Ji's illness looks serious, I'm afraid it hasn't reached the serious stage yet, and many symptoms of the disease have not manifested. It is because of this that a faster diagnosis is needed, so as not to let the disease develop and eventually become untreatable.

Yang Mo looked at Qiu Tong, "Take out the pen and paper to write the pulse case."

Hearing that Miss Yang was going to write a pulse report, the imperial physicians beside him all stopped and listened quietly.

"The patient has difficulty moving, can't open his mouth to speak, is conscious, and lacks energy." Yang Mo said, leaning her head towards Han Ji's chest.

The surrounding voices of doubt have not yet sounded.

Yang Mo has already said: "The breathing sound is clear."

What does breath sound mean?Want to hear breath sounds?Everyone has heard that Yang's diagnosis and treatment methods are unusual, and now they have really seen it.

After Yang Mo finished speaking, she stretched out her hand to touch Han Ji's abdomen.

"The abdomen is flat and soft, and there is no mass," Han Ji said, "and tenderness."

"The body is hot, the heart beats fast, and the pulse is rapid."

Yang Mo said it in one breath, and the stern-faced Court Envoy Chen also raised his head, and formally set his eyes on Yang Mo. Although Yang is young, it is not without a little ability. Although what she said sounds different from ordinary, But when I think about it carefully, it can stand scrutiny, and the diagnosis is meticulous, seeing the patient from head to toe.

Thinking of this, Court Envoy Chen shook his head again. After all, Yang's pulse detection was not very careful, and he spent most of his energy on appearance. Such a diagnosis is too fancy and impractical.

Thinking of this, Chen Yuan envoy said: "What disease can Miss Yang diagnose?"

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