The First-Class Medical Princess

Seeing Su Yunchu coming in, Zhou Zong also had a look of joy on his face, "Princess, you are here..."

Su Yunchu frowned slightly, but walked towards Murong Yuan.

I haven't seen him for nearly four months, and now Murong Yuan is lying on the couch with his eyes closed, but even with his eyes closed, his brows are still slightly frowned. In four months, he has darkened a little, as if he was originally cold and resolute. His complexion also became a little thinner, and the edges and corners became more distinct. Maybe he didn't pay much attention these few days, and some short and fine stubble had grown on his chin. My lord, that's far from it.

But even so, when Su Yunchu saw this scene, his heart still twitched violently.

After only one glance at Zhou Zong, Su Yunchu turned his gaze back to Murong Yuan, "Aren't you awake today?"

"Two hours ago, I woke up once due to the effect of the medicine, but after only staying for half an hour, I fell asleep again." Zhou Zong returned with a frown.

Su Yunchu frowned, and walked to the side of Murong Yuan's bed, "According to your observations these days, can you see where the reason came from?"

Hearing this, a trace of shame crossed Zhou Zong's face, "The old man only knows that it is caused by the poison in the prince's body, but there is nothing else that can be done."

Su Yun understood at first.

Looking at Murong Yuan who was sleeping deeply, his brows were still furrowed. It was unknown whether it was because of the pain in his body, or because he was thinking about the battle ahead even though he was sleeping deeply.

Sighing slightly, Su Yunchu lightly pinched Murong Yuan's pulse, closed his eyes slightly, and felt the change of pulse very seriously.

In the entire tent, only Su Yunchu, Yan Yishan, Zhou Zong, and the sleeping Murong Yuan watched Su Yunchu diagnose Murong Yuan's pulse. Although they all looked at her, they all held their breaths for fear of letting out a little bit. The voice interrupted Su Yunchu's consultation.

Su Yunchu's pulse diagnosis lasted almost a cup of tea. Su Yunchu's pulse in Murong Yuan's hand moved slightly, but he suddenly opened his eyes, and then looked at Murong Yuan's face, with a slight surprise on his face look.

Seeing this, Yan Yishan and Zhou Zong looked at Su Yunchu, "What did the princess find?"

Su Yunchu ignored the two, but muttered to himself, "Acupoint stimulation?"

Although the voice was low, Zhou Zong still heard it, but he was puzzled on his face.

I saw Su Yunchu turned around and said to Zhou Zong and Yan Yishan, "When Huaiqing had such a situation, what kind of state was it in, or in other words, it started to appear after something happened. situation?"

Hearing Su Yunchu's serious tone, Yan Yishan's face became a little more serious, "More than a month ago, shortly after arriving at Jiacang Peak, the Beiliang offensive was relatively fierce, and it happened to be near the middle of the month. After a few battles, big and small, the prince was injured first, and later, the symptoms of the poison became more severe, until now, it has become like this."

Yan Yishan tried his best to recall the situation more than a month ago.

When Su Yunchu heard this, he just frowned and pondered for a while, but continued, "Tell me about the situation after the injury, bit by bit, in detail."

Su Yunchu was very concerned about the situation at that time. Although Yan Yishan did not understand medical theory, he also understood that Su Yunchu might have discovered or suspected something.

Immediately, he and Zhou Zong looked at each other, and then said, "After being injured, the battle was tense, not to mention, the prince usually doesn't care about these wounds, so the night of fierce fighting lasted until midnight, and finally called gold to withdraw the troops. The wound has been treated... that's right!"