Transmigrate to be Queen

The door of the room was pushed open. Wei Mingjie, the eunuch's general manager, let the emperor in Bright Yellow Dragon Robe by the door and entered the room with some eager steps,

"What's going on?"

As soon as the imperial doctor saw the emperor, he fell on his knees with a plop. He had just seen it. The third prince is not dangerous. As long as he drinks medicine on time and keeps it for a month, he should have no problem. At least, he should have no problem on the surface.

Although the wound looked very long, it was not deep. According to the wound, the three princes should not be in such a state. If the imperial doctor hadn't called the pulse, the three princes were indeed very weak and their pulse seemed to be weak. He really thought that the three princes were pretending.

Unexpectedly, he was really scared to be silly when he came here. It seems that there was something wrong with his diagnosis. At this time, I'm afraid the head on his neck will be lost. I can't help but hate my carelessness. Although the wound looks not fatal, the pulse has been found wrong.

Why didn't I have a good inspection? I can't say that the third prince still has injuries elsewhere, or there is a deep wound at a certain point in this wound. If I had a good inspection, I might not have the situation at this time. What should I do now.

"If you go back to the emperor, the third prince vomited blood when you just gave the medicine."

Although he was afraid, the imperial doctor spoke out with a trembling voice. This is not something that can be concealed. The princess is still in the house.

Sure enough, the emperor kicked the imperial doctor aside,

"You waste, didn't you just say it's not dangerous?"

At the thought that the imperial doctor may have deceived himself just now, the emperor's eyes are angry. These losers are really getting bolder and bolder.

"Your Majesty, your majesty, your humble position has not been broken. There must be other injuries on the third prince that have not been found."

The imperial doctor called himself Qu, but the emperor ignored him.

"Wei Mingjie, go and send me doctor Meng."

Wei Mingjie's body shook, but he answered the voice casually. As he walked, he still thought about it. The doctor Meng specially treated the emperor. Now he even wants to send him to see the third prince. It seems that the third prince's status is a little interesting. He has to be more suspicious in the future.

"Emperor, doctor Meng came."

Wei Mingjie panted to report, followed by doctor Meng. He was panting. It seemed that Wei Mingjie personally led the man, and they were still in a hurry all the way.

Fortunately, this is the Qianqing palace. When Dr. Meng was on duty, he always lived in the side and back hall of the Qianqing palace. In order to hurry when the emperor could send an edict at any time, they couldn't delay the emperor's work. However, because they ran in a hurry, they were still gasping for breath even though the road was not far.

"Meng Aiqing, come quickly and check for the third prince. It's not dangerous just now. Just keep it. How can you drink medicine and spit blood?"

When the emperor came near, he had seen the medicine and blood sprayed from the bedside and the ground. At first glance, it was not normal spitting blood. It was really spitting blood. Therefore, the emperor was a little scared.

Anyway, my son was injured to save himself. If he really delayed the treatment or didn't bring people back to life, it would be a shadow that can't be erased all his life. The dead will always make the living feel guilty. Therefore, the emperor doesn't want to bear such a burden all his life. He still hopes that his son can live well.

Doctor Meng couldn't take any more breath. He hurried to the bed and felt the pulse for the third prince. The pulse seemed very weak,

"It seems that the wound is not clear. Can you show the humble duty the wound?"

"OK, OK, OK, if you can cure it, of course the wound can be seen."

When doctor Meng went to remove the cotton cloth from the wound, Ning Xiaoman felt a gentle touch on her leg. As soon as she lowered her head, she saw the third prince's hand by the bed and pulled off her skirt.

Ning Xiaoman was so frightened that she immediately sat down by the bed, took Zheng Fusheng's hand with one hand, covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and wiped her eyes from time to time,

"Dr. Meng, it's just wrapped up. If it's removed, will it bleed again?"

Ning Xiaoman asked this, stopped at the knot of the cotton cloth, looked at the royal doctor kneeling beside the guard door, and then made a surprise in his heart. If he checked too carefully and didn't save the life of the third prince, didn't he have to bear the final responsibility? Doctor Meng immediately took his hand off the cotton cloth.

"Your Majesty, the princess is right. If the wound just tied up is opened immediately, I'm afraid it will bleed again. The third prince is already very weak. If he bleeds again, I'm afraid he will be unable to stand it. It's better to let the royal doctor tell his humble post about the trauma of the third prince. The trauma will not be tested wrong."

Of course, the emperor approved immediately, but the royal doctor kneeling at the door complained. You know, he was still worried about whether there was a wrong wound. The royal doctor Meng was not a thing. He had to listen to his own inspection results, but now, he can't say that he didn't verify white at that time. Isn't that his own death.