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Ningmeng sat on the edge of the bed, raising his hand to get Qin Zhao's pulse.

Qin Zhao's pulse is peculiar, even more peculiar than when Ningmeng gave him his pulse last time.

However, Ningmeng's research in the yard during this time was not in vain.

After checking Qin Zhao's pulse, Ningmeng pondered for a while, then picked up a pen and wrote a prescription.

It is impossible for the people in the Prince's Mansion to take Ningmeng's prescription to grab the medicine and decoct it. After this prescription was written, it was sent to the hands of several imperial physicians as soon as possible.

Although several imperial physicians were helpless with Qin Zhao's condition, they had to be safe at least.

The first person to get the prescription was Taiyi Zhang.

When the doctor Zhang got the prescription, his expression was unaffected.

Too many people have torn off the rewards during this period, and their initial expectations have long since been worn away.

Although Ningmeng's self-confidence when answering the question just now, and some of her answers to the medicinal materials, surprised Dr. Zhang, but Ningmeng is too young, and he does not think that Ningmeng can cure Qin Zhao.

However, when he saw the contents of the prescription in his hand, Doctor Zhang's eyes widened.

"Miao Zai! Miao Zai!" Doctor Zhang couldn't help but exclaimed.

Several other imperial doctors immediately surrounded them.

The number of medicinal materials in the prescriptions written by Ningmeng is not large, but Ningmeng patiently wrote notes on the back of each herbal medicine, written their dosage, their function, and the reason why she used the medicine in this way. .

All the imperial doctors felt the headache and confusion before, and they all solved it immediately.

"It turns out that's the case!" Madam Hu sighed as he touched his beard, not only uttering what was in his heart, but also uttering everyone's feelings at the moment.

"If this prescription is possible, wouldn't our heads be saved?" Another doctor said, his expression a little nervous and hopeful.

They have been unable to find out why Qin Zhao has been in a coma. The emperor has already ordered a few days earlier that if the prince still can't wake up within ten days, they will be the heads of everyone in the hospital.

"Just use this." The emperor Zhang gave a final word, and the other emperors also agreed.

The most indispensable thing in the Prince's Mansion is the herbal medicine.

After the prince returned to Beijing, whether it was the herbs delivered from the palace or the herbs delivered by the ministers, they were all stored in the treasury of the prince's mansion, and the herbs were piled up in more than half of the treasury.

After the imperial doctors decided, they soon arranged for someone to take the medicine and decoction.

The first bowl of potion was served quickly.

There was originally a servant who took care of the unconscious prince to take medicine, but Qin Zhao, who was following Ningmeng, was reluctant and kept poking Ningmeng with the cold.

Ningmeng stepped forward with a slightly awkward expression: "I'll do it."

The comatose prince now is like a time bomb. If something happens to him, all the people who have been in contact with him will be cold.

Ningmeng took the initiative to request, but couldn't ask for it, and immediately passed the medicine bowl over.

Qin Zhao, who had not leaned over into his body for a long time in the mansion, immediately leaned forward actively when watching Ningmeng sitting on the side of the bed with the medicine bowl, as if sleeping, the fluttering soul lying on the bed. , Covering the top of his body, merged with his body.

Qin Zhao's fingers on his side moved slightly.

Ningmeng didn't notice, and she gave him a bowl of medicine. When she found that this person was extremely cooperative, Ningmeng realized that he had returned to his body.

After feeding Qin Zhao and drinking the medicine, Ningmeng pulsed Qin Zhao again.

The pulse condition this time was very different from the previous pulse condition. The weird pulse condition was gone, and even the pulse was much stronger.

The other imperial doctors were also very concerned about Qin Zhao's body. After Ningmeng fed Qin Zhao and finished the medicine, they came in one by one to get Qin Zhao's pulse. So of course, I also noticed the changes in Qin Zhao's pulse.

They were overjoyed at first, and then turned to see Ningmeng's eyes gleaming, both admired and grateful.

Although everyone didn't say it clearly, there was already a big rock in their hearts.

Qin Zhao drank the medicine Ningmeng prescribed. In a short time, Ningmeng could not leave the Prince's Mansion.

After taking the pulse, several imperial physicians became very polite towards Ningmeng, even with a little respect.

They originally wanted to ask Ningmeng out to ask her about the various medical problems encountered and Qin Zhao's current condition.

But just as Ningmeng was about to get up, she suddenly noticed that a cold force was pressing on her shoulders, preventing her from getting up.

You don't need to think about it, you should know who wrote it.

Ningmeng could only apologize and refused, and then continued to guard Qin Zhao's bed.

It wasn't until more than an hour later that Qin Zhao, who was lying on the bed, moved his eyes slightly under his eyelids, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Mengmeng."

The first thing he opened his eyes was to turn his head to look at Ning Meng by the bed.

When he called her name, his voice was faint, hoarse and jerky, a bit like the first time he spoke to Ningmeng in his soul state.

Ningmeng is also very happy.

But the others in the room were happier.

After discovering that Qin Zhao woke up, the dark guards and dark guards in the room all appeared and knelt before the bed: "Subordinates, see the master!"

"Get up." Qin Zhao said.

Ningmeng immediately brought him a cup of warm water to moisturize his throat.

The noise in the room could not be concealed from the imperial physician guarding outside. Under the leadership of imperial physician Zhang, a group of imperial physicians rushed in, knelt on the ground and saluted Qin Zhao, and then stepped forward to get his pulse.

Ningmeng took a look at the situation in the room, stepped out, and caught a passing maid. After asking the direction of the kitchen, she stepped towards the kitchen.

When Ningmeng brought a food box into the door again, Doctor Zhang and the others were no longer in the room.

Qin Zhao, who was originally lying on the bed, sat on the bed, his figure faded, but his aura was strong.

Aner and Ansan knelt in front of Qin Zhao, and Qin Zhao seemed to be whispering something to them.

Seeing this, Ningmeng paused and turned around to go out, but was stopped by Qin Zhao: "Mengmeng, come here."

An'er and Ansan, who were kneeling on the ground, were startled by Qin Zhao's tone of voice.

Having been with Qin Zhao for so many years, they had never seen him be so gentle to anyone, even if they hadn't looked up, but from Qin Zhao's voice, they could hear the boundless pampering and gentleness.

And... it was obviously the first time Qin Zhao and Ningmeng met today, but listening to Qin Zhao's familiar tone, it was as if the two were familiar with each other before.

However, these are not what they should manage as their subordinates.

The two of them knelt on the ground like the shadow of Qin Zhao, without moving at all.

After Qin Zhao stopped Ningmeng, he calmly spoke to the two of them: "Go down first."

Although there was no name and surname, it was self-evident who said this.

"Yes, the subordinates obey."

An Er and An San quickly disappeared from the room.