I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

Chapter 415 His Highness the Crown Prince is Outstandingly Talented (53)

The palace was brightly lit by candlelight, illuminating the pale and weary face of Prince Lin Shen behind the gauze curtains.

He leaned against the soft couch, his long fingers pressing hard on his throbbing temples, his brows furrowed with unyielding pain.

A white brocade quilt was casually draped over his body. As he tossed and turned restlessly, a slender ankle, seemingly fragile and easily broken, was exposed, creating a stark contrast with the dark edge of the bed and conveying a sense of delicate fragility.

Layers of gauze curtains, like a mist, separated the inside from the outside world, also obscuring the figures of renowned doctors from various regions who had gathered outside the hall and passed the initial screening to enter.

They bowed respectfully, silent except for the rustling of their clothes, the atmosphere so heavy it was almost suffocating.

Cheng Song stood silently by the side of the gauze curtain. His dark robes blended almost seamlessly with the dark beams and pillars of the hall. The scar on the side of his neck was slightly concealed by the deliberately raised collar, but upon closer inspection, a hint of ferocity could still be seen.

His gaze, sharp as the razor's edge, swept over the doctors outside the tent, each with their own distinct appearance and attire, his brow furrowed.

Some of these people had white hair and beards, appearing ethereal and otherworldly; others were in their prime, with sharp eyes; and still others were travel-worn, their manners revealing an undeniable crudeness.

In his view, it was blasphemous for these people to even glance at His Highness, and the exposed slender ankles gave him an urge to immediately cover them up tightly with a brocade quilt.

But His Highness's illness... is more serious than anything else.

He could only suppress the discomfort and anger surging in his heart, and like a guardian deity, he remained firmly rooted to the spot.

Just then, a eunuch's high-pitched voice announced from outside the hall: "His Majesty has arrived—"

The beaded curtain rustled as Emperor Qi strode in.

He had changed into formal everyday clothes, his hair was neatly styled, but the weariness and worry between his brows could not be concealed.

He ignored the doctors kneeling at his feet and immediately turned his gaze to the figure behind the gauze curtain. When he saw Lin Shen's distressed appearance, his eyes darkened.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!" the crowd kowtowed in unison, their voices filled with awe and fear.

Emperor Qi slightly raised his hand, signaling everyone to stand up. His voice was steady yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"The Crown Prince's chronic headaches have been a long-standing ailment, and they have recently flared up particularly badly. I have summoned talented individuals from all over the land, all for the sake of the Crown Prince's well-being. Now that you have come, I presume you each have your own reasons. Before the formal examination, I would like to hear your philosophies and treatment plans. The Crown Prince's body is not easily seen; a pulse diagnosis requires the use of a thread."

Pulse diagnosis using a suspended thread!

Upon hearing this, many of the doctors below changed their expressions slightly.

This method is extremely mysterious and cannot be performed by anyone but those with exceptional medical skills and extraordinary perception.

This is undoubtedly the first test of their abilities.

Emperor Qi's gaze sharpened as he swept over the crowd: "Who would like to speak first?"

After a brief silence, an elderly man with white hair and beard stepped forward first, bowed, and said, “Your Majesty, I believe that His Highness the Crown Prince’s headache is caused by wind-evil entering the brain and liver yang rising excessively. The key is to calm the liver, extinguish wind, unblock the meridians, and relieve pain. Gastrodia elata, Uncaria rhynchophylla, and Haliotis diversicolor can be used…”

He spoke eloquently, and his words sounded quite reasonable.

However, when Emperor Qi pressed for details on how to determine the strength or weakness of the pulse through a thread-like incision, as well as the precise dosage of medicine and potential risks, the old man became somewhat vague, only repeatedly emphasizing that "adjustments need to be made according to the specific pulse."

Then, several more people came forward to give their statements.

Some believe that phlegm obstructs the orifices and that it is necessary to resolve the phlegm and open the orifices.

Some diagnosed it as a deficiency of qi and blood, resulting in insufficient nourishment of the brain, and suggested that the qi and blood should be replenished.

Their ideas differed, and they all seemed to be related, but when it came to the specific operation of pulse diagnosis and emergency treatment for a sudden worsening of headaches, they all seemed somewhat unsure of themselves, their words were evasive, and they could only speak vaguely.

After all, the Crown Prince's headaches came on in a peculiar way, sometimes steady and sometimes like a storm, and his pulse must have been extremely complex. How easy would it be to sense it from a distance with just a single thread?

The atmosphere inside the hall gradually became somewhat somber and disappointing.

Emperor Qi's brows furrowed more and more, and the expectation in his eyes gradually cooled.

Cheng Song's hands, hanging by his sides, had knuckles that were slightly white. He felt that these people's words were just wasting His Highness's time of enduring pain.

Just when everyone was feeling down, a slightly thin figure emerged from the back of the crowd.

"Your Majesty, this humble subject may wish to give it a try."

The one who spoke was a man.

He looked extremely young, tall and strong, more like a laborer than a doctor, dressed in faded blue cloth, standing out from the doctors around him who were either dressed in fine clothes or formally attire.

His face wasn't particularly outstanding, but it was very clean and handsome, with exceptionally bright eyes, as clear as mountain streams. At this moment, he showed little fear, only a calm focus.

His appearance startled everyone present. Immediately afterwards, several suppressed sneers and whispers rang out.

So young, dressed in shabby clothes, yet he dares to presume to cure the prince's incurable illness?

A hint of doubt flashed across Emperor Qi's eyes, but looking into the man's clear and firm eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Speak."

The man bowed respectfully, his voice clear: "Your Majesty, the seniors' words about wind, phlegm, and deficiency are all reasonable. However, I believe that His Highness's illness may have multiple causes. Wind can trigger it, phlegm can aggravate it, and deficiency of qi and blood is also a foundation, but perhaps... there are other 'hindrances'."

"Entanglements?" Emperor Qi's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Yes." The man raised his head, his gaze seemingly glancing unintentionally in the direction of Cheng Song, before quickly returning to his original position. He continued, "A 'knot' deeply rooted in the spirit and lingering in the heart. If this knot is not removed, even the best medicine will only temporarily alleviate the pain, like scratching an itch through a boot, and it will eventually relapse, each time more severe than the last. As for diagnosing pulse by thread, I dare not claim to be an expert, but I hope to try my best to perceive that the thread conveys not only the pulsation of the blood vessels, but also... the stagnation of Qi."

His words differed from the vague statements of the others, subtly pointing to a deeper reason. Although he spoke tactfully, they stirred something within Emperor Qi.

"As for treatment," the man continued, "I need to first confirm your thoughts through the 'suspended thread' method. If the pulse confirms it, initial treatment will still require medication to calm the nerves and relieve pain, addressing the symptoms; but the fundamental approach lies in 'guiding' and 'resolving,' not simply suppressing. Acupuncture, medicine, and mental guidance are all indispensable. Please allow me to provide a detailed plan after the examination."

He didn't make any empty promises, nor did he pile up obscure medical theories. His thinking was clear, his goals were well-defined, and he even displayed a composure beyond his years.

Emperor Qi stared at him for a moment, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was watching this audacious and reckless man.

Finally, Emperor Qi slowly spoke: "What is your name?"

The man bowed and answered clearly, "Your Majesty, my surname is Yun, my given name is Jin, and my courtesy name is Shenxing."

"Yun Jin..." Emperor Qi repeated, his gaze deep, "Very well, I grant you permission to perform the thread-based pulse diagnosis first."